Shock! The maid in the Marquis's mansion gave birth to the eldest son of the prince

An'er, who was sleeping in the cradle, began to moan.

"An'er, be good, let mother hug you." Chan Yi opened the tent, picked up the baby who had just woken up, and coaxed him softly.

"My Lord, please go and get busy." She glanced at him and said softly, "My shoulder is almost healed. Thank you very much."

Pei Jin looked at her silently, and suddenly felt a little envious of An'er in her arms.

"An'er, you must be hungry, oh oh..."

“Well, well, well…”

Chan Yi teased the little An'er in her arms. An'er kept pushing against her, asking for milk.

"Are you hungry, An'er?"

“Oh oh oh…” An’er grabbed Chan Yi’s collar with his chubby little hands.

"Young Master..." Chan Yi's eyes told him, "Go quickly, I have to feed An'er."

"Then I'll go first." Pei Jin saw that he had become a redundant person at the moment, so he had to say it reluctantly, but his feet stood there uncontrollably.

Chan Yi turned around and saw that he was still standing there, and said softly, "Prince, please leave quickly, are you not going to check on the banquet?"

Pei Jin thought about the aftermath that needed to be dealt with, so he had to leave the house reluctantly.

"Young Master, Madam is looking for you everywhere, please go quickly." Mo Yan stood outside the courtyard gate and peeked in.

"Why are you so flustered?" Pei Jin's eyes darkened and he stared at him and asked.

"I don't know either. It was Sister Dongqing who was beside the Madam who asked me to come find you. Please go quickly. She is about to cry." Mo Yan said with a bitter face.

Pei Jin thought, isn't it the Wang sisters who shot themselves in the foot? They deserve it. Why is Dong Qing so anxious? He quickened his pace as he thought about it.

As soon as I entered the garden, I saw Dongqing running towards me with an anxious look on his face.

"What happened?" Pei Jin frowned slightly.

"My Lord, this is bad. The drug these two cousins ​​took was not a laxative, but a drug that made them sleepless. After they drank the tea, they started to lose consciousness, talking nonsense, and even took off their clothes." Dong Qing said anxiously, "Madam has sent them to the room to rest. I'm afraid they will bite back. After all, I arranged for someone to serve the tea."

"They are so brave! Don't panic, search their belongings to see if there is anything suspicious. Don't worry about anything else." Pei Jin said in a low voice.

"Yes, Your Highness." Dong Qing left in a hurry.

By the lotus pond in the palace, Jingyou sat alone in the pavilion admiring the flowers, wondering what he was thinking.

"Master, Eunuch Li beside His Majesty is here to ask you to go to the imperial study, saying that His Majesty wants to see you." Fuqing reported in a low voice with a smile on his face.

"Father is willing to see me?" Jing You stood up with joy.

In the past year or two, his father's old illness has relapsed and his health has been deteriorating, sometimes better and sometimes not. Whenever he wanted to see him, the Empress Dowager refused. He hasn't seen his father for more than two months.

"Father." In the imperial study, Jingyou saw that his father was still looking at him with a smile as before, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"You'er," the emperor, who was wearing a bright yellow suit, looked thin but in good spirits. He smiled at Jingyou and said, "You've grown taller."

"Father, you are in good health now. I missed you so much." Jingyou knelt on one knee and leaned on the emperor's lap.

"Time flies. My little fourth son is about to come of age." The emperor stroked Jingyou's head and sighed, "I am really getting old."

"Father is in his prime, how could he grow old?" Jingyou's eyes were filled with tears.

"You'er, father knows what's in your heart." The emperor said solemnly, with the smile gone from his eyes.

"Father..." Jingyou looked up at him.

"I know you have always been brooding over your mother's death." The emperor's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said slowly, "Father knows everything you have done in the past few years. As long as it is not too outrageous, I will turn a blind eye."

"Father, I have done nothing to let you down." Jingyou lowered his head, his voice choked with sobs.

"I understand in my heart. I just hope that you will not target your brother in the future. He has done his best for you." As the emperor spoke, he coughed softly.

Jingyou quickly stood up and smoothed the emperor's back.

"You are not a child anymore, think about it carefully. If your mother wanted to harm your mother, with your mother's body, how could you have survived? After your mother passed away, she took you back to Kunning Palace and raised you as her own son. Have you forgotten all that? Don't let anyone provoke you... cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

"Father, father, please don't worry. I will listen to you." Jingyou pleaded in a low voice. He thought about how the queen had taken care of him day and night when he was sick as a child. He felt a little conflicted.

But my uncle and his family have always sworn that my mother could have been the queen, but she lost the chance because of the empress's scheme.

"You'er, your father knows that he doesn't have much time left." The emperor panted and whispered, "Next month, you will be an adult. Your father thinks that Jiangnan is rich and Jiangyin is a good place. Why not give you a fiefdom?"

"Father, Father..." Jingyou called in a low voice, knowing that his father wanted him to be an idle prince in this life. But how could Jinghao agree to this?

"Don't worry." The emperor seemed to see his hesitation. He looked at his eyes that looked like Concubine Zhang's and smiled gently, "Go back and think about it. Or if you like other places, that's fine. When you figure it out, come and tell me."

"Thank you, father." Jingyou reached out and held his father's hand. He knew in his heart that his father said this because he knew that he really didn't have much time left.

"You'er, don't blame your father. There is a difference between legitimate and illegitimate children, and there is an order of seniority. Everything is determined by fate. What's more, the Dragon Throne is not as easy as you think. Your father only hopes that you will live a carefree life, have a favorite lady by your side, and give birth to some cute babies." The emperor patted his son's shoulder, and fatigue gradually appeared on his face.

"Father, I understand everything." Jingyou knelt down and kowtowed to his father, his eyes blurred with tears. "I will listen to you in everything."

"Okay." The emperor raised his hand and said, "Let Li Desheng come in. I am a little tired."

"Yes, father, I am sorry to have caused you worry." Looking at the emperor's tired face, Jingyou's heart ached. Maybe he was really wrong?

The main courtyard of Yong'an Marquis Mansion.

Madam Wang looked at her silent son and said, "Shenzhi, they have brought this upon themselves. But they are my nieces after all. If they go too far, it will not be a good thing for our mansion!"

"Mother, forgive me for being frank, but have you ever thought that it is because of your leniency towards them that they dare to become more aggressive and challenge the bottom line of our mansion time and time again." Pei Jin looked up at her with a cloud on his face.

"But this incident did not happen after all..." Mrs. Wang rubbed the red southern beads in her hands anxiously.