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Jiuli took two sips and looked at King Jing who was drinking with relish, hiding the smile on the corner of her mouth. It’s okay to love drinking, after all, she is still pregnant, so she put on a virtuous look.

"You drink too, don't worry too much about me," King Jing raised his eyes.

"You seem to have lost some weight in the past few days. Eat more to replenish your body." Jiuli's eyes became more gentle, as if her heart and eyes were filled with him.

"The princess has become more virtuous," King Jing has made up his mind. If he ascends the throne in the future, she will definitely be the empress. "In the future, we will definitely walk side by side and respect each other equally."

"Your Highness," Jiuli changed the address, and the tenderness in her eyes became more serious, "I wish Your Highness to get what he wants."

"As we get closer to the end, we must be more cautious. The affairs of the palace are left to the princess." King Jing did not refute, but instead reminded, "Protect yourself, okay?"

"Your Highness," Jiuli lowered her head as if moved.

Prince Jing leaned over with a smile and pinched Jiuli's cheek with his fingertips. He was really glad that she was his princess and not Zhu Shuyue who only knew how to act coquettishly.

Otherwise, I couldn't imagine how many stupid things I would do. I couldn't even control my own dowry. I was a complete waste. It would be good for me to be a concubine, and nothing else mattered.

For a moment, there was a strange harmony between the two of them.

After this day, King Jing became even busier, and Jiuli asked Fengping to keep an eye on the people below.

At the end of June, Emperor Zhengtong was seriously ill, and he issued an edict to make Hua Yuerong, the legitimate daughter of General Weiwu, the concubine of Prince Jing, also with the intention of bringing good luck.

The Prince Jing's mansion was decorated with lights and colors, but as His Majesty Dajin was seriously ill, it seemed even more solemn and grand.

The next day, all the ladies who came to pay their respects put on their best clothes, vying with each other for beauty and elegance.

"I heard that General Hua's daughter is very beautiful," Mrs. Qi stroked her cheek, her eyes hiding something.

"Which of the sisters in our master's backyard is not beautiful?" Mrs. Miao lowered her head to sip tea while putting on her winter clothes.

"Madam Miao is right," Concubine Li is pregnant again now, and although she still has thoughts about the position of concubine, she has given up.

"I just don't know what kind of temper he has," Mrs. Song said with a little doubt on her face, but she hoped it was a good one. "I heard that he is the most domineering at home. I'm afraid,"

Mrs. Song didn't say it was difficult to get along with, but everyone understood what she meant.

"What are you talking about? Why is it so lively?" Jiuli sat in the main seat, wearing a green long dress with broken branches and flowers, gentle and dignified. "Concubine Zhu sent someone to ask for leave this morning."

"Let me say something to Concubine Hua," Concubine Li bent her knees slightly, complaining a little, "She hasn't come yet at 7am."

"You simply don't take the princess seriously." Madam Gan fiddled with the beads on her hand with her fingertips, her eyes cold.

She is even more domineering than her. Why is she so arrogant? Can't you tell the difference between the big and small princes in the backyard of Prince Jing's mansion? The prince won't interfere!

"The prince was resting there yesterday, so it's okay to come back later." Jiuli glanced at Madam Gan, "But you should change your quick words, don't offend people without knowing it."

"Hasn't my true nature been revealed to you, Princess?" Madam Gan lowered her head and acted like a little girl.

While they were chatting and laughing, Feng An came over from outside to deliver a message.

"Concubine Hua is here."

Then a beautiful woman in a water-red skirt and a ruby ​​necklace came forward. She had long eyebrows and sharp and charming eyes. She had a slender and well-proportioned figure. She walked with a variety of manners. She was stunning.

Her face is as white as a peach blossom with dew, her fingers are as green as green onions, and the embellishments of red gold and rubies make her even more dazzling and brilliant.

"I pay my respects to the princess. I got up a little late today. Please forgive me." Her tone was raised, but her gesture was polite.

The women's eyes fell on Concubine Hua's water-red dress and the peony hairpin on her head, and they silently looked away. His ambition was almost obvious. Did he think that the princess had no means?

"Concubine Hua, you worked hard yesterday. In the future, as fellow servants of the prince, you must remember the rules," Jiuli raised her hand.

The little maid serving at the side held a tray, on which was placed a pomegranate hairpin made of red gold and inlaid with agate patterns of flowers, birds, fish and insects.

Concubine Hua took the hairpin respectfully, and in her heart she recalled what her father and brother had told her: she should respect the princess after entering the palace, and not argue with her, and it is better to keep a low profile.

"Thank you very much for your teachings, Princess. I will keep it in mind." The flowers, birds, fish and insects were a reminder and a warning, or perhaps an admonition.

Concubine Li sat in the second seat on the right, feeling frustrated. She looked at the newcomer who came from behind and showed a little dissatisfaction on her face.

"Concubine Zhu took sick leave today and did not come. You should also recognize her," Jiuli said, looking at Concubine Hua.

Concubine Hua, who was sitting down, was originally confident of her outstanding beauty, but after seeing the first princess with an extremely beautiful appearance, she felt a little inferior. No wonder the prince liked her, that's why.

"Concubine Hua is indeed as beautiful as a flower." After seeing her face clearly, the women realized that a strong and powerful opponent had arrived.

Because there were new people present, Jiuli said a few words of rules and asked the girls to leave.

Prince Jing only stayed in Concubine Hua's courtyard for three days and continued to devote himself to busy government affairs.

Concubine Hua's entry into the palace was like an inconspicuous pebble, which did not bring any greater movement.

Emperor Zhengtong's health seemed to be getting better, but his illness worsened in September, and the harem was controlled by the Imperial Noble Consort.

"Shuiyan," Emperor Zhengtong woke up in the middle of the night and stroked Luo Shuiyan's gorgeous hair full of pearls and jade, "Why didn't you go to rest?"

"I can't let go of your majesty," Luo Shuiyan concealed the coldness in her eyes, her face becoming more and more weak, "Your majesty, would you like to drink some medicine?"

"Don't worry about it," Emperor Zhengtong breathed, "I know my body well, but I'm worried about you."

Luo Shuiyan clenched her fists. Did he want to be buried with her?

"Go and tell the Prime Minister that Prince Jing is coming to the palace," Emperor Zhengtong patted Luo Shuiyan's wrist and said to Liu Yuan beside him.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that it is a last gasp of light.

Luo Shuiyan was crying uncontrollably, but she obeyed Emperor Zhengtong's order and walked out, exchanging glances with Liu Yuan.

At three o'clock in the morning, princes and ministers entered the palace one after another, and the entire Jiucheng Military Department was under martial law.

On this almost ordinary yet unusual morning, the old emperor passed away, but he did not let Luo Shuiyan be buried with him. Instead, he issued the last imperial decree, making Concubine Heng the empress.

Promote King Jing's people and clear away obstacles for King Jing.

Only then did he look at the many princes kneeling in front of him with relief, and through the door he seemed to be able to see the kingdom he ruled.

He closed his eyes and left with peace of mind, and the next moment he burst into deafening tears.

The next morning, all the girls gathered in the small flower hall in the main courtyard, talking about the popular makeup and jewelry in the capital, hiding their uneasiness.

Su Hua, with a sad face, staggered in with his men, and slid down to his knees not far in front of Jiuli.

Jiuli opened her mouth to reprimand Su Hua for following the rules, but she just listened.

"His Majesty has passed away!" He suppressed his tears.