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He Yu held Xiao Yao for a while, finally managing to calm her emotions down a bit.
In her previous life, Xiao Yao had spent twenty-five years living as a carefree single person, and the issues of pregnancy and childbirth seemed to be a million miles away; she had never considered how those matters related to her. But now that she was in this place, not even sixteen yet, it felt surreal to think that she was about to become a mother!
This situation was simply too shocking. Just thinking about it made Xiao Yao want to cry again, but in the end, she managed to hold it back.
Due to Xiao Yao's unstable emotions and her poor health, He Yu decided not to attend court for the time being. After all, given Xiao Yao's condition, He Yu felt uneasy leaving her alone for even a short while. As for Lin Munan from the residence, He Yu ultimately did not send him to the Su Family; instead, after meeting the Lin family at the last banquet at Duke Wei's Residence, he dropped Lin Munan off at Lin Shangshu's house. After all, they were from the same village and shared the same surname, so it wasn't unreasonable for him to seek refuge with relatives.
With the upcoming wedding of the Crown Prince and Su Hong, it was best not to leave any hidden troubles for the Su Family.
He Yu first asked Zhao Hezhong to go to the palace and inform the Crown Prince about this matter. He Yu intended for this not to be widely known throughout the capital. The Emperor's attitude towards him was unclear; if word got out, the Emperor might have his own thoughts on it. Moreover, with Xiao Yao's pregnancy still unstable, He Yu thought it best to wait until her condition stabilized before going out.
Upon hearing that He Yu planned to ask the Emperor for leave, Xiao Yao asked worriedly, "Will the Emperor be angry?"
"What's there to be angry about?" He Yu replied with a casual smile. "Right now, I just go to court to mark my attendance; I have no real power or even nominal authority. My absence makes no difference."
"But..." Xiao Yao frowned, still concerned. "Even without real power, being there at least allows you to maintain some presence in front of the Emperor."
"You don't need to worry about that," He Yu said as he gently smoothed Xiao Yao's furrowed brow. "I think the Emperor actually appreciates my lack of seriousness; after all, it solidifies the fact that I only care for beautiful women."
Hearing this from He Yu made Xiao Yao's heart skip a beat. She hugged him tightly and murmured, "Really... when will this kind of life come to an end..."
"Actually, I think it's quite good," He Yu said as he patted Xiao Yao's back with a smile. "Look, we can enjoy wealth and honor without worrying about anything—what's not to like?"
His words made Xiao Yao laugh out loud as she playfully pressed her forehead against his. "Only you can think like that. But honestly, I do think it's pretty good too."
"Is that so?" He Yu smiled proudly.
The palace.
Zhao Hezhong hurriedly walked towards the Eastern Palace. The gatekeeper eunuchs at the entrance saw Zhao Hezhong and smiled in unison, "Lord Zhao, are you here to see Grandfather Zhou?"
"Ah, no," Zhao Hezhong waved his hand and said with a smile, "The prince has something to say, and I was asked to report it to the Crown Prince, so I came here."
"Oh, oh, then we can't delay. Please go ahead!" Upon hearing that it was a message from the prince for the Crown Prince, the eunuchs quickly made way. After all, everyone knows that the Crown Prince has a good relationship with the prince. If they delayed the message due to their obstruction, they would be in trouble—something no one could afford.
Zhao Hezhong entered the Eastern Palace and naturally could not rush directly into the main hall. He was guided by a eunuch and first went to find Zhou Zhiquan.
He found Zhou Zhiquan guarding the door of the side hall. Zhao Hezhong greeted him, "I have seen you, Zhou Gonggong."
"Ah, Lord Zhao, there's no need for such formalities," Zhou Zhiquan quickly replied. "We are of the same master; this is too polite."
The two laughed together and exchanged pleasantries. When Zhou Zhiquan learned that Zhao Hezhong was there to deliver a message for He Yu, he immediately said, "Please wait a moment; I will go in and inform the Crown Prince. He should be free at this time."
"Ah, thank you very much!"
After waiting outside for a short while, Zhou Zhiquan came out and said, "Lord Zhao, please."
"Thank you." Zhao Hezhong expressed his gratitude and bowed as he entered the side hall. The Crown Prince was sitting behind a desk with only a few memorials placed on it; most of them were books that the Crown Prince wanted to read. Zhao Hezhong glanced at the desk and quickly lowered his head; some things were better left unknown.
“Servant bows to His Highness the Crown Prince, may His Highness live for a thousand years!” Zhao Hezhong kneels down properly.
“Get up.” The Crown Prince lazily leans back, a casual smile on his face as he puts down the pen in his hand. “So, your lord has sent you to convey a message. Why didn’t he come himself?”
Zhao Hezhong chuckles awkwardly, sounding somewhat embarrassed. “I’m really sorry, but the Princess is not feeling well today and cannot leave the Prince’s side.”
“Ah,” the Crown Prince chuckles lightly, his eyes filled with amusement. “Your lord truly cares for the Princess.”
Zhao Hezhong laughs sheepishly and apologizes. “Indeed, after the Princess was injured a few days ago, her spirits have not been very stable. The Prince has been quite worried during court these past few days, especially since the Princess has just been diagnosed as pregnant…”
“Pregnant?!” The Crown Prince instantly stands up, his expression a mix of surprise and joy. “Is this true?”
“It is true. The Prince wouldn’t joke about such matters; I believe you understand him well enough, Your Highness.” Zhao Hezhong replies with a beaming smile.
Hearing the news of Xuanping Wang’s pregnancy, Yang Yunqing himself is unsure of his feelings—partly joyful, as it means that if He Family does not have children, their bloodline would end with He Yu. How much medicine has Consort Chen consumed in the palace? The Emperor would absolutely not allow Consort Chen to give birth to a child carrying He Family blood.
With great achievements comes great caution; the Emperor dotes on He Yu, yet fears the power of He Family. Even now, years later, those old generals in the army still show intense admiration when discussing General Xuanping.
He Family, born into military aristocracy.
I remember when He Yu had just recovered from a serious illness, drinking wine with him in the peach blossom forest. Holding a wine jug in his hand, with his long peach blossom eyes full of untamed charm, he once said, “If the bloodline of He Family ends with me, I have no regrets. As long as I can find her and spend my life with her, that is enough.”
In his eyes was a conflicting mix of hope and despair; it seems that Hong Ming has truly found what he was looking for.
Sometimes, Yang Yunqing felt that ever since He Yu recovered from his serious illness, he seemed like a different person. Although his eyes were bright and unruly, the restlessness and frivolity had disappeared. The deep affection, determination, and decisiveness hidden in his gaze made Yang Yunqing wonder if anyone could truly understand him in this lifetime.
However, for now...
Yang Yunqing let out a long breath, his voice returning to its initial calmness as he smiled and said, "Alright, I know what you want. Go back and reassure your lord; I will naturally take care of what needs to be addressed. As for the rest, it’s not something he needs to worry about."
"Yes." Zhao Hezhong lowered his head and respectfully agreed with the Crown Prince before quietly stepping out without asking another question. For a servant, it was best not to harbor any unnecessary curiosity; otherwise, one might not even know how they met their end.
After Zhao Hezhong left, the Crown Prince lightly tapped his long and powerful fingers on the table. After pondering for a moment, he called out, "Zhou Zhiquan!"
"Your Highness." Zhou Zhiquan, who was waiting just outside the door, quickly entered.
"Prepare yourself; we are going to meet Father Emperor at Nurturing Heart Palace." The Crown Prince dropped the pen in his hand and strode out.
"Yes." Zhou Zhiquan hurriedly followed, wondering what message Xuanping Wang had conveyed through Zhao Hezhong. Why did they need to see the Emperor so soon? Ah, never mind; this was not something a servant should concern himself with; serving the master well was paramount.
Xuanping Prince's Mansion.
He Yu had managed to lull Xiao Yao to sleep. Now she needed to rest more and stabilize her emotions. After accompanying Xiao Yao until she fell asleep, He Yu quietly stepped out, intending to handle some matters in the study.
He found the Kanyu Map of the prince's mansion and looked at it. The eastern courtyard originally designated for the primary consort had been leveled to the ground, and he had yet to decide what to do with it, leaving it abandoned for now. The area was now overgrown with weeds; it was time to consider what to do with it seriously.
He Yu sketched out that section of the eastern courtyard on another piece of paper and began jotting down ideas. At that moment, a voice came from outside the door: "My Lord."
"Come in." He Yu did not stop writing.
The door was pushed open and then closed again, accompanied by the soft sound of the two doors colliding. Zhao Hezhong stood respectfully in the study, "Your Highness."
"Mm, is everything clear?" He Yu continued without looking up.
"Yes," Zhao Hezhong replied with a smile. "The servant just mentioned that the princess is already pregnant, and the Crown Prince will handle other matters, allowing Your Highness to rest assured and accompany the princess."
He Yu laughed upon hearing this, "As expected of the Crown Prince."
Zhao Hezhong smiled along with him. He Yu was in a particularly good mood today, so Zhao Hezhong took advantage of this and stretched his neck to take a look at the drawings on He Yu's desk, saying, "Isn't this the Kanyu Map from our royal residence? What are you looking for it for?"
"And you?" He Yu glanced at Zhao Hezhong.
"Hehe, the servant is a bit slow-witted and can't figure it out," Zhao Hezhong replied with a grin.
"You're not slow-witted; I think you're the smartest in the whole residence!" He Yu teased with a laugh, while Zhao Hezhong covered his head and chuckled foolishly.
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