"You... what do you mean?" Lu Zhiyue was covered in cold sweat, and his gray lips were trembling.
"The prince and princess heard that the pregnant princess had been unwell recently and were very worried. They specially called Qin Lu, the head of the Taiyuan Hospital, to discuss the princess' condition. Mr. Qin advocated that the princess be moved out of the palace to rest. The prince and princess have already agreed, so today, my subordinates I was ordered to take the princess out of the palace," Duan Feihong said calmly. He stood up and said condescendingly to Lu Zhiyue, "Since the princess has moved out, there is no one in the palace to take care of the young prince, so the prince and the princess What I mean is, if we don’t take the young prince out together, of course, your highness will have to nod.”
"No! I don't agree! You are not allowed to take Yu'er away! No one is allowed!" Lu Zhiyue suddenly panicked and ran out in a hurry. He tripped over a chair, but got up in panic and continued. He ran out, but he was stopped by the guards at the door. He struggled for a long time but couldn't get away. Suddenly he sat limply on the ground, covered his face and cried loudly, "Yu'er! Yu'er! Who? You can’t take away my Yu’er! If Lu Zhishan wants anything, come to me! Don’t let me hurt my Yu’er!”
"No one wants to hurt the young prince," Duan Feihong said calmly. As he stepped out of the study, he suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked at Lu Zhiyue, who was sitting on the ground and was crying, and said slowly, "Is it possible that your highness could do it?" Do you want me to be imprisoned here with you for the rest of my life?"
Lu Zhiyue's crying suddenly stopped. He didn't speak, and he didn't cry anymore. He just sat limply on the ground.
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Lu Chengyu, the youngest son of Prince Huai's palace, is seven years old this year, and he is at his most ignorant and lovely age. However, Lu Zhiyue has been imprisoned one after another in recent years, and the Wei family is weak and mentally weak. The eldest grandson of the noble Lord Long Live, however, is much thinner than his peers. He is also introverted and very timid. He is timid no matter who he looks at. At this time, he was dug up from the bed and led out of the backyard. Without crying or fussing, he timidly looked at the tower-like person at the door. He had never seen such a tall person before, and subconsciously took a step back.
"Young Master, I'll have someone take you to a good place in a moment." Du Heng knelt down and wrapped Lu Chengyu in a cashmere blanket that he had prepared in advance. "Your two younger brothers are also there."
"Are they... willing to play with me?" Lu Chengyu asked timidly.
"Of course I do. From now on, the young prince will live with his two younger brothers. You will study with your husband, play together, and grow up together." Du Heng picked up Lu Chengyu with a smile and walked towards the carriage behind him.
"Then... where is my mother?" Lu Chengyu asked cautiously, "I just saw someone carrying my mother onto the sedan. My mother... where is my mother going?"
"The princess is sick and needs to go to recuperate. The person who came to pick up the princess just now is the imperial doctor. Does the young prince recognize him?" Du Heng was very patient.
"Yes, I recognize it," Lu Chengyu whispered, his eyebrows lowered, his eyelashes thick and curly, very cute, but the child was a little sad at this time, "Mom is sick, and she looks at a tree all day long. The tree talks but doesn’t even look at me.”
"Yes, so I have to send the princess to recuperate. When she recovers, I will take the young prince to see the princess, okay?" Du Heng said softly.