The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

That night, the light in the imperial study was on for a long time.

Yan Changqing walked out of the imperial study, the night dew was already heavy.

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, emitting soft and bright light.

Follow the palace road outside the Imperial Study, bypass the rear hall of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, pass the Bingbi Palace, and go through many palaces to reach the Fengyi Palace.

Although he was the crown prince, he did not set up an Eastern Palace.

Because he was often sick when he was young, his mother placed him in a side hall of Fengyi Palace to take care of him nearby.

The prince has not returned yet, and the lights in Fengyi Palace remain on.

Nanny Du was pacing back and forth at the entrance of the main hall. When she saw the young man from afar, she breathed a sigh of relief and went to greet him. "Your Highness, you are finally back. It's almost midnight. Why are you so busy so late? If you hadn't come back, the queen wouldn't have gone to bed yet. No matter how I tried to persuade her, it was useless."

While speaking, Nanny Du glared at Cui Qi who was following behind. She was serving the Crown Prince but didn't even bother to urge him to come back earlier.

Although His Highness has recovered now, Her Majesty is still worried.

The anxiety of those years has become a shadow in the Empress' heart.

Cui Qi lowered his brows and eyes, and was as quiet as a chicken, not daring to say a word in his defense.

The emperor was angry today and even his godfather was punished. How could he, a newcomer, dare to say anything?

Yan Changqing smiled at Madam Du and said, "I'll go see the Queen Mother."

In the inner hall of Fengyi Palace, the palace lanterns are dim with yellow light.

The queen sat under the lamp with a gloomy face. When she heard footsteps, she thought it was Nanny Du, "Qing'er hasn't come back yet?"

"Mother, it's me, Qing'er."

"My son?" The Queen turned her head and saw that it was indeed her son. She was delighted. "You have been busy entertaining the envoys all day. You should go back and rest early now that you are back. You don't need to come and pay your respects to me."

Yan Changqing walked to the woman, pulled a footstool and sat down, leaning his head against her side, just like when he was a child, "I'm not tired, I want to come and see you, mother."

"You are so grown up, yet you still act like a spoiled child with your mother?" The queen enjoyed her son's attachment to her, and the smile on her face became softer.

"Mother, I went to the Imperial Study and had a long conversation with Father."

Yan Changqing was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Mother, my second brother is missing. I took the envoys on a boat trip on the lake this afternoon, and he seemed to have gone there. I sent people to look for him on the shore, but they couldn't find him."

The smile on the queen's face gradually disappeared. She lowered her eyes and looked at the young man leaning against her side, her palms tightened.

A slight pain arose in her heart, not sharp, but it made her feel uncomfortable.

"Do you suspect that it was the Queen Mother who did it?"

"No, I never doubted mother. I know your character. Since you let my second brother go, you will never go behind his back to root him out."

The young man's firm words made the queen's heart ache disappear, and her expression softened. "You know everything about Concubine Yao? But do you think your mother is cruel?"

Yan Changqing looked up.

Before he returned to the capital, his father ordered people to keep silent about these things, not wanting them to reach his ears and not wanting the image of his mother in his heart to be damaged.

But there were many gossipy people in the palace, so naturally there would be people with ulterior motives who passed the news to his ears. How could he not know anything about it?

Besides, the disappearance of the imperial concubine could not be concealed, and he could guess the cause and effect with just a little thought.

The Yao family wants to kill him, and the Queen Mother will definitely be angry.

"Mother, I am not an ignorant child. I know who is close to me and who is not, and I can tell right from wrong. Being in the royal family, you need to have the means to live a good and long life. This time, mother doesn't believe me."

After a pause, Yan Changqing leaned his head against his mother's side again, speaking in a gentle tone.

"From childhood to adulthood, my mother always put me first, thinking of me and planning everything for me.

No matter what you have done, I will not presume to judge you for what is right or wrong.

I will never blame my mother.

The child's love and respect for his mother is the same as his mother's love and respect for the child, not a bit weaker.

If one day someone says that you are wrong, and someone makes you the target of public criticism, I will stand firmly by my side, the Queen Mother.

Those mistakes and sins will be borne by the child."

The queen's eyelids trembled violently, and a fierce and sour feeling suddenly rushed to the tip of her nose, making her eyes wet in an instant.

Turning her head to suppress her tears, the queen raised the corners of her lips and snorted, "No matter how old you are, in your mother's eyes, you are still a child. No matter what mistakes you made, why should your mother need a child like you to bear the responsibilities?"

It was a great comfort to her that her son understood her.

As for the rest, she was never afraid.

If she dares to do something, she can bear the responsibility.

Even if one day in the future, the winners become the kings and the losers become the villains, she will just give up her life.

As long as Qing'er is fine, she can let go of everything.

But the queen didn't want to leave her son with the impression that she was cruel, so she pursed her lips, looked into the void, and still felt suffocated when she recalled the past.

"As for Imperial Concubine Yao and Yan Changhuai...it's not that my mother is cruel, my child. During those years, I was constantly facing the pain and despair of losing them. No one could empathize with me, including your father.

He has six sons, but you are my only son.

If I can have your health, I would not hesitate to sacrifice my mother's life.

After so much hope and prayer, you are finally healthy. I will not allow any accident to happen to you, and I will not allow anyone to touch you in the slightest!

The Queen Mother could not bear to lose again.

How can I not hate Concubine Yao for trying to take your life? How can I forgive her? Do you understand?"

It is a mother's instinct to overcome all obstacles and smooth the way for her children.

She is not afraid of being cursed by everyone.

Don't be afraid of becoming the target of public criticism.

I’m just afraid that Qing’er will misunderstand her and not understand her.

Fortunately, her son did not break her heart.

Yan Changqing reached out and gently embraced his mother. A gentle hug was better than any words.

……

Xiao Mansion.

Linglong Pavilion.

Bai Xiang lay in A Niang's arms and told her interesting stories of the day.

"When they mentioned the Second Prince, Brother Changqing felt a little sad... Brother Changqing wanted to find his second brother."

Li Sulan used a comb to comb her daughter's hair little by little. As she grew older, her daughter's originally short fluffy hair had grown to her back, and she looked like a little girl.

"That's your brother Changqing's second brother. How can you also call him second brother? You are younger than him."

Bai Xiang giggled and rolled around in A Niang's arms. His hair, which had just been combed, became messy again. "Brother Changqing's brother is also my brother! Hahaha! A Niang, when are we going back to Yuxi Village? I miss home and my grandpa and grandma."

"It will be soon. Your grandfather and your father just talked about this today. After the envoys leave, we will book a ship to go home."

These words made the little girl have a good sleep that night.

In the dream, the little girl grew wings, flew out of Changjing, crossed mountains and streams, and flew back to the village where she felt at ease.

There are blue skies and white clouds, tall mountains and winding rivers, green medicinal fields and fragrant rice.

There were bustling workshops, friendly villagers, and her favorite grandparents standing in the yard, smiling at her kindly.

Even their dog, Da Huang, is much cuter than the dogs in Beijing.