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Jiuli lay in Yin Zhen's arms without saying a word, but her hands tightened, but loosened the next moment. She shouldn't have stopped him.

"I promise to come back with everything intact," Yin Zhen lowered his head and rubbed Jiuli's shoulder. "With one more achievement, my throne will be more secure and I can pass it on to my children."

Ever since he knew Jiuli wanted a child, he had a plan in mind to adopt the child to inherit the throne.

Is this what King Jing wants to see? Don't you know that they are just following the trend? Besides, the current situation, hey.

"Then you have to keep your word and not stay too long," Jiuli tapped Yin Zhen's chest with her fingertips, a look of reluctance in her eyes.

"I promise you I will come back within half a year," Yin Zhen said with a firm look, "I want to be with you forever, how can I leave you on the battlefield?"

"Then I'll wait for you here and pray for you," Jiuli twirled Yin Zhen's long hair and lowered her voice gently but firmly.

"Okay." Yin Zhen lowered his head and rubbed Jiuli's hair.

"You must protect yourself here. Fengping and Feng'an, who were given to you by my mother, are all mine. You can pass on the message to me."

Yin Zhen, who was walking at the door, looked back, then stepped back, took the most inconspicuous silver hairpin on the dressing table and left.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly and the army set out.

Jiuli, with Anxiang Yingxiu, stood on the city wall and watched until they went far away before getting on the carriage and returning home.

"Anxiang, go to Shangshan Temple to add some lamp oil tomorrow." Jiuli said calmly while flipping through the account book.

"Yes," Anxiang was checking the account books and binding them into volumes.

"Master, Prince," Shuying came hurriedly, with a bit of reluctance and displeasure on her face, and it was obvious that she was unhappy.

"What's wrong? Speak slowly," Jiuli motioned Shuying to sit down.

"Our people have brought news that the prince met the daughter of the mighty general Hua Feiyang at the horse farm," Shuying said cautiously, looking up at Jiuli's face.

"How about that girl?" Jiuli didn't care. "I have both sons and daughters, and my position is stable. I don't need to worry about these things."

"Miss Hua also has some feelings for the prince. General Hua has given a gift to the master. I think she wants to enter the mansion." Shuying lowered her head slightly. What her master said was not wrong.

"The situation is getting tense," Jiuli closed the account book.

Shuying didn't say anything but just lowered her head in agreement.

Just as Jiuli said, the storm was coming, and the court was in turmoil again. Emperor Zhengtong was away on a campaign and the crown prince was regulating the country. On the surface, he was doing impeccable things, but in fact, he was not doing well.

In the autumn of the forty-fifth year, Emperor Zhengtong fell seriously ill in the north, and the crown prince rushed to see the doctor, but in fact he was taking advantage of the chaos to force the emperor to abdicate.

The prince was surrounded by a hundred thousand troops, but by the time the news reached the capital, everything had been settled and all those involved had been executed.

In August of the 45th year, the crown prince was deposed for the second time, demoted to a commoner, and imprisoned in the crown prince's mansion along with his relatives.

In September, the third prince was involved in the previous dynasty and was suspected of interfering with the people of the previous dynasty. He was stripped of his title and became a monk to pray for blessings.

The fifth prince injured his face in the battle and withdrew from the battle for the throne.

In March of the following year, Emperor Zhengtong promoted Concubine Heng to Imperial Concubine Heng. It seemed that everything was settled and the position of Crown Prince was within reach, but King Jing became more cautious.

Prince Jing's palace also closed its doors to visitors and tried hard to maintain peace.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say that things have been turbulent recently and you don't come here often?" Jiuli looked at the person reflected in the glasses.

"You don't welcome me," Yin Zhen lowered his head and took off Jiuli's hairpins, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

With his hands on Jiuli's shoulders, he leaned over to look at her face in the mirror, his fingertips involuntarily sliding slowly across Jiuli's face.

"You are still so beautiful, and I have aged several years." Yin Zhen wondered if he should take better care of himself.

"Where are you old?" Jiuli glanced at the hand on her shoulder, turned around and looked at Yin Zhen standing there, her mouth twitching. "Aren't you dressed like a little eunuch? What's wrong with you?"

"Not good-looking?" Yin Zhen said with a bit of pride, "I missed you so much that I came to see you."

There was already a hint of grievance in his tone. He had only come over a few times since returning from the battlefield. What a fool King Jing was. He had so many beautiful wives, but he still wanted to seduce his beloved.

"How come I haven't seen you often?" Jiuli was silent, as if she had just been here three days ago. But when she saw the grievance on Yin Zhen's face, she felt that she owed him. She sighed and hugged Yin Zhen's waist.

"You can come whenever he's not around," he seemed to have thought of something to add, and reminded, "But you have to be more careful, there are a few children in the main courtyard, don't get caught."

"I knew Qingqing was the best." Yin Zhen chuckled.

He waved his hand to extinguish the candle, picked up Jiuli, walked to the inner room, and lay down together without letting go.

"I missed you so much when I was out there," Yin Zhen lowered his head and put his chin on Jiuli's shoulder, "I almost couldn't come back several times, but when I thought of you, I had the strength."

What he recalled in his mind was how his mother acted pitifully in front of his father, and his expression became more and more relaxed.

"If you don't believe me, just feel it. My heart is beating so fast because of you," he said with a sly smile.

"Very soon," Jiuli thought, when the day comes when the jumping stops, won't you be fine? But she didn't say it out loud, her face was gentle.

"So Qingqing, please love me more," Yin Zhen said his purpose after going around in circles for a long time, "He has so many people who love him, but I only have you."

"You," he was such a clingy person, Jiuli was helpless.

"I have a lot of time to spend with you recently," he lowered his head and rubbed it, "Qingqing, please don't think I'm annoying."

"When have I ever disliked you?" Jiuli stroked Yin Zhen's long hair and gently pulled the ends of her hair.

"Well," he buried his head in Jiuli's shoulder, "Qingqing is so nice."

"Qingqing, you'd better get pregnant as soon as possible," Yin Zhen raised his eyes, raised his fingertips on Jiuli's chin, and told Jiuli the news that shocked her, "Father will only be pregnant in a few months."

"It will be very sad to cry at the funeral then," he was reluctant to do so.

Jiuli knew it clearly but acted as if she had no idea. She was full of surprise but also followed Yin Zhen's wishes.

The two spent a few very pleasant nights.

Just as Yin Zhen said, Prince Jing was extremely busy as regent for the next few months. The wealthy families in the capital seemed to have sensed the danger and fell silent.

In June of the forty-sixth year, Jiuli became pregnant again. Of course, the one who was pregnant was still King Jing, and she also attracted everyone's attention.

"Thank you for your hard work, Princess." King Jing's eyes fell on Jiuli's lower abdomen, and he hoped infinitely that it would be even better if it was a legitimate son.

"I'm not tired at all," Jiuli looked at King Jing tenderly, "Would you like to share the soup with me today?"

"Yes." King Jing touched Jiuli's belly and said without hesitation, "Your soup is good. You can send a bowl to the front yard."