The inexplicable images from before continued to appear in Concubine Jing's mind.

'Jing'er, marry into the Prince's Mansion, so Dad will be happy, because you have contributed to the Prime Minister's Mansion. In the future, the Prince will become the Emperor, and if you become the Empress, the Prime Minister's Mansion will rely on you. ’

Who was urging in her ear, confused.

"Dad, I want to marry the prince." After being persuaded, she made this request to the prime minister.

The prime minister did not expect to send his daughter there so soon.

He is also trying his best to prevent this from happening, but now, his daughter has offered to marry the prince. Does the daughter like the prince?

With this emotional foundation, my daughter will live a good life.

With this hope, the old prime minister sent her to the Prince's Mansion and became the concubine of the prince.

Instead of being a princess, just be an unobtrusive character and just stay by the prince's side quietly.

However, things backfired. When Concubine Jing was in the Prince's Mansion, she also did several jealous things.

After entering the palace, he used the means behind his back to make other concubines dare not provoke and take a step closer.

She managed to become the loneliest woman, happily doing meaningless plans all by herself.

Why does it become like this.

She doesn't want to.

She doesn't want such a life.

Concubine Jing's head was in severe pain, and she seemed to hear Xiaoxiang's voice again.

"Queen Empress! Help me..."

Before she could finish speaking, she fainted.

[Host, the heroine's emotional fluctuations are too great, and her body can't bear it, so let her rest for a while. 】

What about Xiaoxiang?

[It is estimated that she is hiding from her injuries, she is so cunning, hiding in the body of the heroine cannot kill her at all. 】

...

Ling Qingxuan was waiting in the carriage for a while, when a sound came from outside.

Zhanbei stained the carriage and closed the curtain, so that the wind didn't have a chance to blow in.

"Aya, are you alright?"

Zhan Beiran stretched out his hand to hug her habitually, but stopped halfway and then retracted.

"It's okay, she fainted." Ling Qingxuan took his hand, "What?"

The little girl pulled her tightly, and the man couldn't move his hand, so he had no choice but to say, "I'm cold, I'll hug you when I'm warmer."

Ling Qingxuan reached out and put her hand on her face.

"If it's cold, I'll just hug you."

The little girl got into his arms.

Zhan Beiran chuckled and hugged her tightly, "My Linger is so sweet."

On the Prime Minister's side, after all, it's not easy to fool, so Zhan Beiran went over to tell Concubine Jing's condition in person.

Perhaps because the palace is too lonely and the pressure is too great, she will be delirious.

Xiaoxiang looks somewhat similar to Concubine Jing, so the Prime Minister chose to believe in Zhan Beiran when he was dubious.

He also told Zhan Beiran that when Concubine Jing's condition stabilized, she would go home to recuperate.

Neither of the two concealed the bizarre events that happened on this plane.

Although it is unreasonable, Zhan Beiran unconditionally believes everything Ling Qingxuan said.

He hoped that he could help Ling Qingxuan, and also hoped that he would not become a stumbling block for Ling Qingxuan.

The carriage quickly arrived at the palace in this night.

Eunuch Bai said outside, "Your Majesty, here we are."

"Shh." Only Zhan Beiran's whispered warning came from inside.

Eunuch Bai turned his brain and guessed that the current situation must be that the queen fell asleep, and that was the case with the emperor.

In the carriage, Ling Qingxuan was not asleep either, but the little guy's embrace was very warm and he wanted to stay a little longer.

Back in the palace, Concubine Jing was sent back to her own bedroom.

Ling Qingxuan also uses zz's background monitoring, so zz can know her situation and report at any time.

This day's rushing made Zhan Beiran fall asleep very quickly.

After Aya Qingxuan finished washing, she lay on the bed and looked at him.

The man was very well-behaved when he fell asleep.

Ling Qingxuan looked at his sleeping face more than once in the hurried plane, but in the main **** space, she never carefully observed that child, and paid too much attention to it.

She didn't know what he was thinking about, what he needed, and how he was feeling.

As Zhan Beiran said, maybe she only regarded him as a living body.

It was also because he was a living child that he was picked up from the cracks of the plane and brought back.

She also gradually remembered how she brought the child during that time.

"Aya?"

Zhan Beiran seemed to notice her gaze, half-opened his eyes, stretched out his hand in confusion and pulled her to him.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Ling Qingxuan pulled the quilt.

Walking through these planes really makes up for the previous neglect.

What exactly does he want.

Then what does she want?

...

"Xiao Su, why are there so few things in your house?"

Su Cui is working hard to become a chef, so he is staying at the side door for now.

Although she despised the little kid, she is now learning from the little kid, improving her cooking skills, and conquering the cutie.

The uncle of the royal chef who was just questioning was the one she had come to help with.

So he also knew the identity of Su Cui's daughter.

Because I was worried about what happened to her little girl in the palace, would she go to Su Cui's place to sit around and buy new supplies for her by the way?

All in all, a nice guy.

Su Cui is also happy to chat with him.

"Ah, I moved, so I took my usual stuff with me."

"What?" Uncle put down the things he brought, "You moved out of the palace?"

The royal chef can choose to live in the palace or outside the palace, as long as he arrives at the post on time.

Su Cui shook her head and smiled and said, "No, I live with my partner."

"What is the object?"

"Um... using the words here, it's my man."

The uncle's expression froze, "Xiao Su, who is it?"

The people in the palace, this range is quite large, most of the people in the imperial kitchen are not young, they should not be here.

The uncle guessed, "Is it the guards? I heard that those guards often go out to make trouble, and they don't seem to be peaceful people. Xiao Su, you are not deep in the world, but don't be deceived."

"Oh, no." Su Cui lived longer than this uncle.

"Who is that?" The uncle was still worried, and asked the bottom line: "In this palace, apart from our royal chefs and doctors, and the guards, there are only those eunuchs left. Xiao Su, don't joke with uncle, it shouldn't be an eunuch, right?"

Although it is permissible for palace maids and eunuchs to eat each other, it is rare.

The uncle regarded Su Cui as his half-daughter, and he didn't want her to be involved with the eunuchs.

"What's wrong with the eunuch?" Su Cui stopped moving and looked at the uncle.

The uncle of the royal chef warned earnestly, "Xiao Su, you are still young and have a lot of years. You shouldn't waste your time on eunuchs. When you are with them, how will you be treated by others when you leave the palace?"

The meals of the masters must be arranged in advance, and the one who will deliver today is Pin'an.

After he finished the main business, he habitually went to the side door to find Su Cui. As soon as he approached the door, he heard the words of Uncle Royal Chef.