Rumor Has It That I’m Pregnant with His Highness’ Child

Shen Rui's death dealt a great blow to the old prince, and his already weak body became worse and worse.

For the past few days, he has been sick in bed, unable to even review the memorials, and the political affairs of the DPRK and China can only be temporarily handed over to several senior ministers in the cabinet.

But this is not a long-term solution.

The old ministers have proposed to the old emperor more than once the proposal to set up the prince.

The old emperor was unwilling, and he didn't want to give up the throne just like that.

But his body was getting worse and worse, and he couldn't last for long.

Once he suddenly leaves, but no one succeeds, the world will definitely be in chaos.

It is imperative to register the prince in advance.

Now he only has three princes left. These three princes come to visit him every day. Among them, the third prince and the fourth prince are particularly eager to engrave the two characters of loyalty and filial piety on their foreheads.

Not only that, but the Heavenly Wolf Guard recently found out that the third prince and the fourth prince are privately courting courtiers, and it seems that they plan to prepare for their own competition for the crown prince.

The old emperor was very uncomfortable.

He hasn't died yet, and these two boys can't wait to fight for the throne.

Wayne came in to report.

"Your Majesty, Prince Lang is here."

"Xuan."

The old emperor sat up with the help of the palace servants.

He leaned his back on the soft pillow and looked at Xiao Yan who walked in, weak and authentic.

"Tomorrow is the day of Rui'er's mourning. Do you have any clues about Rui'er's death?"

Xiao Yan answered truthfully, "No."

The old emperor was not surprised by this result.

"It seems that Rui Er did commit suicide. Let's end this case, and we don't need to investigate further."

Xiao Lian replied respectfully, "Here."

The old emperor looked at Wei Huaien, who was standing beside him, and said slowly.

"Although Rui'er is Zhen's son, he made a big mistake, and he should pay the price for it. After his death, he doesn't need to be banned, and he should be mourned directly by the prince's regulation."

Wei Wynn immediately ordered someone to convey the emperor's meaning.

The old emperor sighed: "I used to hear people say that the most painful thing in a person's life is that a white-haired person gives a black-haired person. I have a deep understanding of it now."

Xiao Lan: "The dead can't be resurrected, Your Majesty, please mourn."

The old emperor: "Rui'er is dead, and now I only have three princes left, and all the military officials in the court urged me to set up a prince quickly. In your opinion, which of the three princes is more suitable to inherit my country? "

He asked this very casually, as if he didn't take the establishment of the crown prince as such an important thing.

Xiao Yan was very clear in his heart that this was a proposition.

If you get it wrong, you may die.

"Wei Chen doesn't know the three princes very well. Wei Chen all listens to His Majesty. Jiangshan is His Majesty's Jiangshan. Whoever His Majesty wants to inherit will inherit it."

The old emperor frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with the answer.

He turned to look at Way Wynn who was standing beside him and asked.

"What do you think?"

Wei Wynn responded respectfully.

"Although Your Majesty has been ill recently, he should be able to recover soon, and there is really no need to hurry the appointment of the Crown Prince.

The three princes are still young and need more care and training from His Majesty.

It is extremely important that the establishment of the crown prince is related to the state of the country.

According to my servant's opinion, it's better to look at it again. "

The old emperor sighed again.

"I also feel that I need to take another look, but the old guys in the cabinet come to urge me every day, which makes me upset."

Xiao Juan took the initiative to ask Ying: "Why don't Wei Chen go and talk to them?"

Everyone in the imperial court knew that when Prince Lang was talking about finding someone to talk to, he was directly tying them to the Justice Department to be stripped of their skin.

The old emperor could not laugh or cry.

"If you really find them, they will not only read your book ruthlessly, but even I will be scolded for blood. Forget it, I want to spend a few more quiet days."

Xiao Juan quickly admitted his mistake: "It's because Wei Chen didn't think carefully."

Although the problem is still unresolved, the old emperor's mood has inexplicably improved.

He looked at Xiao Yan and said with emotion.

"I know that you are honest and upright, and I hope you can continue to maintain it. Even if I am gone in the future, you must not forget your mission."

Xiao Yan understood what the old emperor meant.

His mission is to be a knife in the hands of the emperor. Even if the throne changes in the future, he will continue to be the sharpest knife in the hands of the emperor.

His life and death are not important, keeping the emperor's status and authority is the most important.

Xiao Lian lowered his eyes and lowered his head: "Weichen keep the teachings in mind."

...

Yu curled up to the gate of the palace in a carriage.

She ran to ask the guard at the gate.

"How long has King Langjun entered the palace?"

The guard answered truthfully: "If you return to Princess Princess, Prince Lang has been in for half an hour."

Yu curling: "Did he say when he will come out?"

The guard shook his head: "No."

The palace is not a place where you can enter if you want to. Yu curl can only wait at the door, hoping that Xiao Yan can come out as soon as possible.

Her mind was full of things about the longevity lock and Shen Junzhi, and she suddenly heard the guards call out in unison.

"Meet His Highness the Seventh Prince."

Yu Lingwei's thoughts were pulled back all of a sudden.

She followed the sound and saw a carriage parked in front of the palace gate.

The door of the carriage was pushed open, and a man in white stepped on the horse stool and walked down slowly.

When she saw the man's face clearly, she couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Shen Junzhi?"

The person who was called the seventh prince was actually Shen Junzhi? !

Shen Junzhi was wearing a moon-white long gown with a cross collar and a jade belt around his waist. His black hair was all tied up and secured with a white jade crown.

His complexion is still as pale as ever, his eyebrows are slender and gentle, and his body is tall and slender, like a fairy who came out of a painting, with an air of unearthly devotion.

He obviously didn't expect to meet Yu curling here, and there was a look of astonishment on his face.

"Curly, why are you here?"

Yu Weiwei: "I should ask you this, why are you here? And why do they call you the seventh prince?"

At this point, Shen Jun knew that he couldn't hide it, so he had to admit it.

"I am indeed the seventh prince."

Yu curling couldn't believe it: "But you said your name is Shen Junzhi. As far as I know, the seventh prince's name is Shen Zhuo."

Shen Junzhi explained: "Zhuo is my name, and Junzhi is my character."

Ancient men not only had names, but also characters and even numbers.

So whether it was Shen Zhuo or Shen Junzhi, it was him.

The eyes of the guards moved back and forth between the two of them, probably guessing their relationship.

Yu Weiwei laughed at herself.

"It seems that I'm too stupid to even guess such things as Shen Junzhi or Shen Zhuo. I deserve to be played around by you."

Shen Junzhi stared at her and said solemnly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't hide my identity from you."

Yu curled up looking at him with the eyes of a stranger.

"How many things have you lied to me?"

Shen Junzhi felt uncomfortable seeing her eyes.

"Curly, I don't want to lie to you, but I..."