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"Those two are not your biological children. How can one of them be used by you when his biological mother is still alive?" Yin Zhen said with bitterness.

"I," Yin Zhen hesitated again and again, "Qingqing."

"Why are you saying this for no reason?" Jiuli combed her hair uncomfortably, as if what he said hit the nail on the head, "You also want to persuade me to have a child? You know."

"But in this backyard, it is more reliable to have a biological child. Even if possible, I don't want that," Yin Zhen said in a painful tone. Why didn't his father grant them a marriage?

"I promise you," Jiuli lowered her head. She had never planned to give birth to a child herself. Wouldn't it be good to let King Jing give birth to a child for her?

"My dear, I promise to treat him as my own son," Yin Zhen's fingertips trembled. He made up his mind that if it was a boy, he would definitely do his best to assist him to become the next emperor. "Let nature take its course."

"I don't want to make things difficult for you. Just pretend you didn't hear what mother said. I'll say more." Yin Zhen added.

This day was destined to be a sleepless night. Yin Zhen tossed and turned like a madman until midnight. He returned to Prince Ming's mansion exhausted and fell asleep. When he woke up, he was annoyed that he had done a very bad job and asked someone to bring medicine to Jiuli.

Jiuli sat back on the chaise longue, playing with the medicine with her fingertips, then put it back into the box before continuing to take care of the government affairs.

"How are those people now?" After flipping through two pages, Jiuli tapped the account book slightly and asked Shuying who had just come in.

"There are already quite a few people in the court, lurking as ordered by their master. They have just returned from shipping with a lot of goods." Shuying said this and took a box from her arms.

"This is the tribute and profit sent by the Chamber of Commerce." His eyes were full of smiles, and he became more and more resolute and efficient, attracting people's attention.

"Well done. What's the reaction from the court?" He flipped through it casually and saw a thick layer of silver bills worth one thousand taels on the top.

"Your Majesty intends to reinstate the Crown Prince," Shuying frowned.

"This year's Dragon Boat Festival gift is three layers thicker, as a reward." Jiuli put down the account book, "In addition, the expenses of Wei Xinju in the mansion,"

"Let Madam Shu repair the broken pieces herself."

The account book clearly showed that Wei Xinju spent 300 taels of silver. You should know that a concubine only spent 150 taels of silver a year.

"Yes." Shuying nodded. It was indeed a bit too much. She didn't know what she remembered. She walked to Jiuli's side and said, "Mrs. Shu invited the lady from that place to teach Kung Fu."

"Let her be." Jiuli's eyes flashed with disgust. No, she had to speed up, otherwise...

Shuying left the yard with light steps.

Emperor Zhengtong had the final say in the court. He executed two civil servants who threatened to die to advise the emperor. The rest of them obediently agreed to the restoration of the crown prince without any hesitation.

In the 40th year of Zhengtong, in August, the official document was officially issued to reinstate the crown prince. The father and son seemed to have entered a honeymoon period, loving each other very much.

King Jing decided to adopt the advice of his advisers and create an image of being a pragmatic Buddhist. He often took the women in his mansion to the farm and acted as if he was not afraid of anything.

The prince became more and more arrogant and domineering, but Emperor Zhengtong protected him like his own eye.

In a villa outside Beijing, a few figures were busy in the fields amidst the green. A few women were walking in the distance on a small road not far away, followed by a series of children.

"Your Highness, the princess is here. I think it's noon." Su Hua quietly pounded her waist, which couldn't be straightened up, and cursed King Jing over and over again in her heart. What a good life is spent doing?

"You have a sharp eye, you dog." King Jing cursed with a smile, stood up and walked back the way he came.

"Your son greets his father," a series of small voices made King Jing's eyes look even more loving.

"No need to be polite." He said with a smile, and took Jiuli's hand and walked under the awning next to them.

"Why are you here? It's sunny outside and it's very hot." King Jing looked at Jiuli and thought to himself, I hope she doesn't get tanned.

"I'm here to bring you food," Jiuli said in a gentle and dignified manner.

"Thank you for troubling my lady," King Jing said with a smile on his face, "but I wonder what delicious food my lady brought?"

King Jing glanced at the peasant women who were delivering meals to other parts of the fields, and suddenly he understood something, so he changed his address.

"They are just some home-cooked dishes, so please eat less, my husband," Jiuli sat beside her and arranged the meal, motioning Anxiang to keep an eye on the young masters.

"It smells delicious, and the cooking is excellent." King Jing praised and ate seriously, "These are all grown by me. I will bring them back for my father and mother to taste," he pointed to the fields on the side.

"The grapes grown by my husband must be excellent. My mother liked them very much last time." It seems that the husband and wife are in agreement.

"Go back quickly. The sun is strong. Don't stay outside," King Jing reminded again after putting away the dishes.

"I understand." Jiuli nodded, laughing to death, do you think she figured it out? Isn't it nice for her to stay at home?

Emperor Zhengtong, who had stricter control over the court and the princes, knew what Prince Jing had done almost on the same day. He was very pleased, as they all had their eyes on the position under him, but he didn't have one.

As a result, a large number of rewards were given out, which overwhelmed King Jing and made him more determined in the path he wanted to take.

What the gentleman said is indeed correct, not fighting is fighting.

Although he was not in the court, he was well aware of all the news in the court, but he rejected everyone's goodwill on the surface.

He acted like a friendly and respectful brother, which made Emperor Zhengtong more satisfied, but the crown prince was still a treasure in his hand.

Jiuli stayed in the villa for a month before returning home. In the end, she let King Jing carry the baby, but of course it was absolutely impossible to see.

That day, after the ladies greeted each other, they sat together and chatted about family matters. Jiuli pretended to vomit twice.

"Quick, call the palace doctor," Concubine Li's face was full of surprise, and she responded quickly, "Sister's reaction is the same as when I was pregnant with my eldest daughter. You must be pregnant."

"This is such a happy event," Concubine Zhu's hands, which were pinching the table, turned green, her mind racing as she spoke gently.

"Princess, is there anything you're not used to?" Mrs. Song blurted out, while carefully observing the expressions of ordinary people.

"Pregnant women need to be more careful. I'll write a list for the princess." Madam Miao smiled happily, feeling relieved. She no longer had to worry about the second young master being brought over.

Jiuli wiped the corner of her lips, with a bit of shyness on her face.

"I just feel a little nauseous. It's not as serious as you sisters say." She looked down at her belly and put on an expectant expression, but she knew in her heart that she was not pregnant.

"That's not the way to put it. Princess, you'd better see the court physician." Concubine Li spoke first.

Madam Qi lowered her head and made her own wishful thinking. If the princess was pregnant, wouldn't the third and fifth sons be left unattended? She was thinking about how to get them into her own hands.

Du Hanzhi was almost dragged over. After greeting each other, he put his hand on Jiuli's wrist. The girls subconsciously held their breath.

"Congratulations, Princess. Her pulse is beating fast, and you are already more than a month pregnant." Du Hanzhi, who knew this long ago, said exaggeratedly.