In Zhou Mansion, Xue Han still lives in her parents' home these days. When she went to the Duke's Mansion, she didn't have a daughter to attract the attention of the Queen and the Emperor. If not so many people had just died in the palace, the Emperor and the Queen would definitely take their daughter into the palace.
It has been three days, and Xue Han has completely accepted that she has become the prince's consort. These days, she can only avoid invitations by staying at her parents' home.
Xue Han looked towards the palace. Her husband had returned to Beijing today and should have entered the palace by now.
At this time, the water maid came over and said, "The palace maid is here. Please come in with you and the young lady."
Xue Han was surprised, "Not the prince, no, forget it."
For a moment, I didn't know how to address Rongchuan.
The water woman understood, "He didn't come back."
Xue Han stood up. If it wasn't for her husband's message that she should go to the palace with her daughter, Xue Han would be anxious. "I'll go change my clothes right now."
When Zhulan came over, her daughter had already packed up everything.
Xue Han saw her mother and asked, "Mother, why did you let Lin Xi and I enter the palace at this time?"
Zhu Lan said dimly, "I guess Rong Chuan has difficulty moving?"
Xue Han: "Hmm?"
Zhulan told her daughter something she didn't know. Xuehan was silent and said, "He deserves to be beaten."
Zhulan looked at her daughter's fingertips. Although it was not customary for women in this dynasty to grow long nails, they would still trim them for the sake of beauty.
Xue Han reached out and touched the manicure tools, then raised her hand to look at her nails, somewhat dissatisfied.
Zhulan smiled, pretending not to notice and teasing her granddaughter who was already dressed.
In the palace, Rongchuan had moved to an empty hall. This hall had always been empty. When Rongchuan heard his mother say, he was stunned, "It doesn't look like this place has always been empty."
The queen touched the furnishings in the palace and explained, "Your mother, I know that you have been replaced. The palace chosen for you has been vacant. Zhang Jinghong has never lived here. The furnishings here were personally selected by your father and I before you were born. It's just that after so many years of constant renovation, it no longer looks the same as it did at the beginning."
The windows of the temple are now replaced with glass, the furniture has been replaced with popular ones, the floor is covered with wood and carpets, and the entire temple is designed to be very warm.
Rong Chuan was speechless for a moment, and after a few breaths, he said, "My son likes it very much."
The Queen smiled brightly. After all these years, today was the most comfortable day for her. As if she had just become a mother, she took out the birthday gifts she had prepared. "They are both double, from me and your father. However, we hid them all. Today we can let them see the light of day again."
Rong Chuan's eyes were red, "Did you prepare this with father?"
The Queen looked at the gift prepared by the Emperor with a smile in her eyes, "No, I have always prepared it myself. I didn't know that the Emperor had prepared it alone. We used to have a deep rift."
Rong Chuan's voice was a little hoarse, "Mother, I'm sorry to have made you worry all these years."
The queen smiled, "It's all worth it. You will stay in the palace for a few days. The Ministry of Rites has already prepared the sacrifices for your return to the royal family. Your prince's clothing is not yet completed, so you have to wait for a few more days."
Now they are rushing to make the dragon robe. The youngest son's prince's clothes are being made together with the dragon robe, so the speed is much slower than before.
In the Zheng Palace, the Crown Prince looked towards his father from time to time with a sad gaze. His ears were red. It had been so many years, and his mother had actually hit him. His ears were twisted so hard that they still hurt.
The emperor didn't feel guilty at all, "Do you have any complaints?"
The prince was timid, "No, my son doesn't have one."
"I thought you had complaints!"
The prince smiled, "No, my son is very happy."
The Emperor snorted, and the Prince laughed at him, then continued to look down at the book, and seeing that the Prince was still laughing, he asked, "Why don't you continue to deal with government affairs?"
Prince, “… .”
Looking at the memorials on the table, the prince took a deep breath. He never felt that he had too much official work before, but when he looked at his father's desk, there were seasonal fruits on it, herbal tea at hand, and travel notes in his hand. When he saw something happy, he would say something good.
The contrast is quite strong!
After leaving the government office in the afternoon, Zhou Shuren and his second son arrived home together. Changyi saw his father and hurried forward, "Dad, Rongchuan returned to Beijing today, and the envoys of the embassy blocked the Ministry of Rites. I heard from Lord Wang that Rongchuan brought back a lot of foreigners."
Zhou Shuren was surprised, "Why did they arrest foreigners?"
Zhou Shuren really didn't know all this, mainly because he was too busy. In recent days, the Ministry of Revenue had been so busy that one person had to do the work of three people. He was also busy reporting when he entered the palace. In fact, he hadn't attended the morning court since the last palace coup.
Chang Yi heard this and said, "You don't know what's going on either?"
"Your father is too busy, how much do you know?"
Chang Yi shook his head. "I don't know much. I used to be in the embassy. A few days ago, I was transferred back to the Ministry of Rites because of the palace coup. I'm not in the embassy anymore. I know what Lord Wang told me. Lord Wang looks serious."
Chang Yi paused and continued, "Yes, in a few days, the princes from various countries will arrive. The Ministry of Rites attaches great importance to this matter."
Zhou Shuren stroked his beard and thought about the harmful ointment obtained by the Zhang family. It should have been obtained from foreigners. Ever since the imperial court banned the ointment, smuggling has continued. Even if there is a heavy penalty, the foreigners will not give up because of the trend of interests.
Think about the modern times. Modern technology is very advanced, and no matter how strict the control is, it has never been completely eliminated.
Zhou Shuren, "Rongchuan is the fifth prince, the emperor's biological son, and the prince's biological brother."
No matter how big the problem is, Rongchuan will always have someone to take responsibility for it.
Changyi chuckled and said, "Yes, Rongchuan is the prince."
Not long after Zhou Shuren changed into his official uniform, the palace guards came to inform him that there would be a morning court the next day.
Zhou Shuren knew what was going on. "It should be because of the foreigners Rongchuan brought back."
Zhulan, "I'm worried about Rongchuan. I don't know how badly he's injured."
Zhou Shuren sneered, "There is also the Queen in the palace. You should know that not only the Emperor is worried about Rongchuan who has not returned, but the Queen is also worried about him. The Queen knew it as soon as Rongchuan entered the palace. Even if Rongchuan was beaten, he would not be hurt very much."
Zhulan, "Look at me, I forgot about the queen."
The main reason is that the queen is too quiet.
Zhou Shuren saw that his wife was tired and said, "You have worked hard these days."
Zhulan is indeed tired. People come to visit her every day. Even with the help of her daughters-in-law, she is still busy. "I am not as tired as you. Look at you these days. You have more wrinkles on your face."
Zhou Shuren, "!!"
This is the disadvantage of being thin. The older my wife gets, the fatter she gets. A chubby old lady has fewer wrinkles on her face. But he is different. The wrinkles on his face are particularly obvious.
Zhou Shuren sat down in front of his wife's mirror. Thanks to the improvement of glass technology, the mirrors made by the court are also good. He looked at his face carefully and said, "Make more meat dishes tomorrow. I also need to make up for it."
He just doesn't believe it, he can't gain weight.
Zhulan was too lazy to roll her eyes. "You think being fat is good? The doctor told me to lose weight, saying that being too fat is not good."
She now insists on walking a circle every day, but she still can't control her gradually gaining weight. She is so envious of Zhou Shuren's figure.