Murong Jie had wanted to take Zi'an out for a walk after dinner tonight, but she was so tired that her waist and bones ached, and after taking a shower, she stayed in bed and didn't want to move.
Murong Jie sighed, "With such a small amount of activity, you can't even stand up. What should I do?"
"Please take away that beastly look in your eyes." Zi'an said weakly.
"When you lie down, it's inevitable that people will have dirty thoughts!" Murong Jie's eyes were indeed filled with anger again.
"You've changed. You're no longer my stuffy, coquettish regent." Zi'an smacked his head and said with regret.
Murong Jie sneered, "Come on, I won't bother you. I wanted to go out for a walk with you. Anyway, I haven't even taken a look at the memorial that the emperor sent yesterday. You go to sleep. I'll go to the study to take a look at the memorial."
The memorials sent by the emperor were just some insignificant matters. As he was still the regent, he had to be involved in state affairs.
In short, it's just for show.
Murong Jie also had some free time, and he was just going through the motions when he read the memorials.
However, what the emperor considered as trivial matters were not, in his opinion, trivial matters. He always believed that there were no trivial matters in the country.
Moreover, Lord Liang has not found anything about Wednesday's case, and he always thinks there is something fishy about it.
After Murong Jie left, Nanny Yang came in with the medicinal oil and said, "Princess, let me help you rub it."
Zi'an blushed with embarrassment, "No, it's nothing, just take a nap."
Nanny Yang smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm old, and I've seen a lot of things. The prince is paying more attention to you now, and I'm happy from the bottom of my heart."
Zi'an stretched his neck and asked, "Where is that girl Xiaosun?"
"Send her away." Nanny Yang knew that she was shy and said with a smile.
Zi'an then threw off the quilt and stood up. Xiaosun is still just an unmarried girl, so it is better to... avoid teaching the child bad habits.
She lay on the bed, and the nanny rubbed the medicated oil in her palms until it was warm. Then she spread her hands, placed them on Zi'an's back, and began to massage.
Her strength was just right, not too heavy, nor too soft, and as soon as she pushed down, Zi'an hummed comfortably.
Nanny Yang pushed and said, "Now that the prince and princess are so good, it would be even better if we could add icing on the cake."
Zi'an knew what she meant by "icing on the cake", and also knew that she had always felt guilty about the bowl of safflower that day, so he comforted her: "Mammy, actually from a pharmacological point of view, safflower only removes blood stasis and promotes blood circulation, it will not cause infertility, you don't have to worry about it."
"The princess said this to comfort me. I later researched the effects of safflower and asked the imperial physicians several times. If a normal person took it, it wouldn't be a big problem. However, the princess was injured at the time and her body was cold. And I took a huge amount of safflower..."
As Nanny Yang spoke, she began to choke up.
Zi'an turned over and held her hand. "Mammy, please don't be like this. You have done enough for me. These days, you have accompanied me through many hardships and difficulties. If it weren't for you, I might have died long ago. In name, we are master and servant, but in my heart, you are my elder. Don't say such things in the future. We still have a lot of time to live. How can we live our whole lives feeling guilty about each other?"
Nanny Yang's eyes were filled with tears. "Princess, the better you treat me, the more uncomfortable and guilty I feel."
"Don't be like this. If you feel bad, I won't feel good either."
Mammy quickly wiped away her tears and said, "No more, no more, push it again."
Zi'an said earnestly, "Mammy, listen to me. I am living a very good and satisfied life now. You know what kind of life I lived before. No one cared about me. Now I have Lao Qi, you and Xiao Sun. I am very happy. I am content. As for children, as you said, they are just icing on the cake. It doesn't matter whether I have them or not."
"No, don't talk nonsense, there must be one." Nanny Yang said hurriedly.
"If you really want me to have it, then you can adjust my body later. I'm still young. There's a saying among the people, don't be ashamed, live to forty-nine?"
Madam Yang burst out laughing. "Give birth at 49? She has to give birth at 19, so she will have a great-grandson at 49."
Zian rolled his eyes. Holding a grandson is okay, but a great-grandson...
However, judging from the fact that people in ancient times married and had children early, many had children at the age of 15 or 16, and could become grandmothers at the age of 32, and indeed were old enough to have great-grandchildren at the age of 49.
Murong Jie read the memorial for a while, his mind always on Zi'an's previous sleeping sickness and the death of Zhou San and his wife. He kept wondering if the two were related.
However, they couldn't get in touch with him no matter what. They killed two civilians, and if they didn't go looking for Wednesday, they would never have discovered it.
So, what impact will it have on them
He couldn't figure it out, and he became a little anxious, and shouted, "Ni Rong!"
Ni Rong hurriedly opened the curtain and came in, "Your Majesty, I am here."
"Let's go to the government office and ask Lord Liang how the investigation into Wednesday's case is going." Murong Jie said.
"Yes, I'll go right away." Ni Rong hurriedly retreated.
Lord Liang had said before that if there was any news, he would send someone to report it.
Murong Jie knew that the government office had not made any progress, but he was really anxious, and asking Ni Rong to go was just to put pressure on him.
After Ni Rong left, he continued to read the memorials.
They were indeed tedious tasks, but having sent Ni Rong away, I felt a little more at ease and looked at them carefully.
Hearing the sound of the beaded curtain, he thought it was Zi'an coming, and said without even looking up: "Didn't I tell you to have a good rest?"
The strong scent of powder wafted into the air, and the sound of gold and jade jingled.
"I have seen the prince!"
The charming voice was not Zian's.
Murong Jie suddenly raised his head, and a layer of frost suddenly covered his handsome face. "Who allowed you to come in?"
Wanhui was frightened by his cold aura and paused for a moment, but she had seen how gentle he was when talking to Xia Zian, and she just couldn't believe that the prince would not like her.
She took a step forward, her voice becoming more tender, "Your Majesty, I came here tonight because I have something to tell you."
"Get out!" Murong Jie said sternly.
She was startled, but did not step back. Instead, she took another step forward. The veil on her shoulders slipped down as she moved, revealing half of her white jade-like shoulders.
"Your Majesty, the Queen Mother asked me to serve you well..."
She was always graceful in her movements, and after she finished speaking, she suddenly ran over and reached out to hug Murong Jie.
“It hurts, it hurts…” She grimaced in pain, her pretty face turning pale.
Murong Jie actually twisted her wrist. He used quite a strong hand to deal with a weak woman. With a "crack" sound, the bones of her hand were crushed.
"Ni Rong, Ni Rong!" Murong Jie shouted harshly.
Ni Rong had already gone out to do something, and he was so angry that he forgot about it. But the guards heard his voice and rushed in, only to see the always proud and beautiful Miss Wanhui sitting on the ground, crying.
"Your Majesty!"
Murong Jie said coldly: "Throw her out, I don't want to see her again."
"Yes!" The guard immediately stepped forward and took action.
Wanhui cried and begged for mercy, "Your Majesty, I was wrong. I will never do it again. Please don't kick me out."
(End of this chapter)