Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

When Luo Qin was nine months pregnant, she still hadn't seen her son.

The woman, wearing a thick sable cloak, sat alone in the palace, gently stroking her belly and looking through the window at the white sky.

It's winter.

The palace was shrouded in a chilly atmosphere in early winter. The cold wind blew through the palace walls and corners, making a low whistling sound.

There were light snowflakes floating in the sky, falling down one after another, adding a sense of tranquility and quietness to the palace.

The leaves of the trees in the Guanju Palace have all fallen, leaving only bare branches, which look particularly lonely and desolate.

There was a stove burning in the palace, and Rufang and others also changed into heavy winter clothes.

"Hey……"

Luo Qin sighed dejectedly.

Missing my son.

I really miss her Yaoer.

I wonder if he has eaten well or studied well in all this time. I wonder if the palace servants have given him proper clothes in winter...

After being silent for a long time, Luo Qin finally called Rufang, who was standing beside him, to come over.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" Rufang stepped forward.

Luo Qin paused, hesitated again and again, and said to Rufang: "Go and tell His Majesty that I want to see the Fourth Prince..."

Hearing this, Rufang was delighted and said, "Yes, I will go right away!"

That’s great, your Excellency is finally going to ease the relationship with His Majesty!

After so long, the servants have become very anxious.

In the imperial study, when Jin Zhao heard that it was Luo Qin who wanted to see him, his face, which had been gloomy for a long time, suddenly lit up!

"really?"

Jin Zhao asked Guyu excitedly.

Gu Yu, who was holding the whisk, also smiled, "It's absolutely true. Rufang from Guanju Palace said it herself."

“Good, good, good!!”

Jin Zhao was overjoyed. He casually placed the jade wolf-hair brush in his hand on the green porcelain mountain-shaped brush holder, propped up the table and stood up, "Come here, help me fix my clothes!"

"Here!"

A palace maid came to help Jin Zhao put on the pointed-toe shoes, and then straightened the fiery red dragon robe and the five-beam crown on his head.

Jin Zhao adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror, full of anticipation.

Ping'er wants to see him, but has she already thought it through?

But are we going to compromise?

Oh, Ping'er is really something. She has been angry with him for so long. Is it so important to restore his memory?

They already have two children, and the most important thing is to live well in the present.

Fortunately, Ping'er has figured it out now.

Putting on a crane fur coat, Jin Zhao felt excited, "Let's go to Guanju Palace!"

Guyu: “Yes!”

The group arrived at Guanju Palace in a grand procession. Jin Zhao entered the palace gate with great joy, "Ping'er!"

Luo Qin sat casually on the couch, her wide sleeves covering her already big pregnant belly, her hands clasped together, holding a homemade hand warmer.

"Ping'er!"

Jin Zhao came in from outside in the wind and rain, and when he saw the woman he had been thinking about day and night, a bright smile appeared on his face.

Just as he was about to rush over to hug her, he paused, remembering that his coldness would be passed on to Luo Qin. Ping'er was pregnant now and must not catch a cold, so he took off his crane cloak and gave it to Guyu beside him.

Then he turned around and warmed himself by the stove. When the coldness in his body was gone, he happily walked towards Luo Qin.

"Ping'er, you are finally going to see me, but have you thought it through?" As he said this, he sat down next to Luo Qin and gently put his arm around her shoulders.

Luo Qin turned away, still looking cold and aloof, "Jin Zhongxue, I want to see my son."

Jin Zhao's smile froze, and then he waved his hands awkwardly, "Ping'er, are you missing Yao'er?"

Luo Qin gave him a clear look, and the heat in Jin Zhao's heart faded away little by little. He rubbed his hands and said, "You saw me just to see Yao'er?"

"What if not?"

Do I still miss you?