Concubine Shu has now been promoted to Concubine Shu, but she is still not cautious in her actions. The nuns beside Concubine Shu feel that it is inappropriate, and said hesitantly: "Ms. Concubine, now the seventh prince is in peace, Prince Yang, how many princes want to do this?" What an honor, the empress shouldn't be so indifferent to the prince."
"Mommy, if I was promoted because of Feng'er, tell me, it would be great, but unfortunately, it is because of him." Concubine Shu's tone was half regretful and half complaining.
"Your Majesty, both princes are your children. It will be of great benefit to you if one of them can ascend to the throne in the future. Why is your empress so obsessed with the Eighth Prince?" Mammy asked suspiciously. Concubine Shu was stopped by the question, and she said after a while: "It's different, Feng'er has been closer to me since I was a child..."
"Mother..." Mammy wanted to say something, but she was stopped by Concubine Shu's stern eyes, so Mammy lowered her eyes, pretending that nothing happened and she didn't know anything.
"Go and invite Qi...Prince Yang to come in, I have something to say." Concubine Shu hesitated for a while and said, if the emperor knew, Yang Tingjing would not be willing to see her after she became a concubine, maybe she was right. She had an opinion, and the nanny thought that Concubine Shu had figured it out, and hurriedly led Yang Tingjing in.
Concubine Shu originally wanted to have a good chat with Yang Tingjing, but when she saw Yang Tingjing's court clothes that symbolized her status, Shufei felt that it was particularly dazzling, and she felt uncomfortable, and said with a bit of yin and yang: "Look at this attire. People really depend on their clothes. After changing this clothes, people are much more energetic. Don't you think so, Mammy?"
The nanny looked at Yang Tingjing in embarrassment, and finally ran to the back of Concubine Shu with small steps and reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, don't be arrogant."
Concubine Shu also wanted to hold back the displeasure in her heart, but looking at Yang Tingjing's face, Concubine Shu felt inexplicably panicked. This face was eighty percent similar to Feng'er, the difference was that Yang Tingjing's eyes always A pool of stagnant water, people can't tell what kind of expression it is. When Yang Tingjing was young, his eyes were as piercing as Feng'er, and he looked at her expectantly. When did Yang Tingjing look at her so blankly? What
When did Yang Tingjing start to get out of her control...
Concubine Shu's heart seemed to be stuck and the thorn could not go up or down.
"My son, please greet my concubine." Yang Tingjing ignored Concubine Shu's harsh words and said without any expression on her face. Concubine Shu frowned. She hated Yang Tingjing's appearance of not caring about anything. "No, I can't stand you being a prince now."
"I haven't accepted the ceremony yet, and my son is just an ordinary prince." Yang Tingjing said as if he was deliberately angry with Concubine Shu. Concubine Shu slapped the table and snorted coldly: "Really, it's only a matter of a few hours, why bother?" To correct this with Bengong, if you have the heart, support and support your eighth brother more, you and him are brothers, what are you doing with your elbows? Your eighth brother is not as good as the sixth prince? Ha ha."