The Royal Family's Orphan is on the Rise

Upon learning that his sister was going to stay at the Regent Princess's residence, Jiang Weiyan looked a little lonely.

It seems that he is the only one in the mansion again tonight.

"Brother Wei Yan, if you don't mind, I will accompany you tonight."

Hearing this, Jiang Weiyan looked up with joy.

"Really? That's fine." This way he wouldn't be alone anymore.

Shen Jiarou and Bai Yunsu were at the Tang residence today, talking to Bai Qiuci and the others.

When Emperor Wenzong of Tang came back, he learned from Ji Leping that Shen Jiarou and the other person were in the mansion, so he immediately gave orders.

"Let the princess come to my study."

"Yes, sir."

After learning about her father's request, Shen Jiarou began to understand what he meant.

Walking into the study, Shen Jiarou glanced at Zhang Zirou and Shen Feimo, and they nodded respectfully.

"Dad, you're looking for me."

"sit!"

Shen Jiarou came and sat down beside the small tea table, and Tang Wenzong picked up the teapot and poured tea for her.

"The Tenth Prince has been looking for you quite frequently recently, but are you begging for mercy for the Noble Concubine and the Zhang family?"

"Yes, but I didn't pay much attention to him."

"This is a matter concerning his uncle's family. He won't let it go. You should be more prepared."

Shen Jiarou said calmly: "He won't get what he wants."

They are now half enemies because of that incident, and even the friendly brother-sister relationship between them has been affected. How could she possibly forgive the more influential Zhang Family?

The reason why he went to court as usual the next day after returning was also to consolidate his own power so that he could take revenge one day.

They were a couple and everything was fine, but outsiders had to interfere and cause trouble. In a few months they would be separated forever. How could she let those beasts go?

Looking at his daughter's cold eyes, which were filled with hidden hatred, Emperor Wenzong of Tang felt that there must be something fishy about the matter of the son-in-law.

He asked solemnly, "Is there anything wrong with the prince consort?"

Shen Jiarou looked up in shock: "Daddy finally guessed it."

"You are like this, and your father can't help but guess it. Tell me, what's wrong with the prince consort's body?"

"He has only eight months to live."

Emperor Wenzong of Tang opened his eyes wide to confirm the truth of the matter, but looking at his daughter's expression, it didn't seem like she was lying.

"How could this be?"

“Originally, those who were kidnapped were starved for a few days, and they were also hungry for half a month after being taken away. During the few days in the Leping National Army camp, they did not drink a drop of water or eat any food. Their bodies collapsed long ago.

Being able to recuperate until now is the maximum limit of my efforts. "

Emperor Wenzong of Tang sighed deeply. He had no idea that this was the torture his daughter had been enduring for some time.

"Is this really fate? But God is so...ah."

Emperor Wenzong of Tang finally understood why she hated the Zhang family and the noble concubine so much and even refused to let them go. The reason was actually here.

"What are you going to do with them in the future?"

"Whatever fate we have, the Zhang family will have."

Emperor Wenzong was stunned: If the son-in-law left, wouldn't the daughter become a widow? The children would be without a father.

Suddenly Emperor Wenzong of Tang understood what she meant, but he did not intend to stop her. This was the cause sown by the Zhang family, and they should bear the consequences.

As time passed, Shen Jiarou decided to tell her family. Before that, she wanted to discuss it with Jiang Ruofan first.

In the room, Jiang Ruofan was holding a book of poetry and songs and reading under candlelight. He had a slender figure, a noble, elegant and easy-going temperament, and he was leaning lazily on the couch.

Shen Jiarou was slightly distracted. Jiang Ruofan noticed her coming and raised his head slightly to look at her.

"Madam, you are back."

"My husband, I have something to discuss with you."

Hearing this, Jiang Ruofan put down the book, reached out to Shen Jiarou, and hugged her in his arms.

"Madam, please speak. I'm listening." His chin rested on Shen Jiarou's forehead, with gentle tenderness and nostalgia.

"I hid something from you."

"I know."

Shen Jiarou was suddenly stunned: "You know?"

When did he know?

Jiang Ruofan looked up at her puzzled eyes and reached out to touch her delicate face.

"I knew from the beginning that I didn't have much time to live, right?"

Shen Jiarou didn't want to admit it, but she had to.

"Yes, I didn't know you knew, why didn't you tell me."

"I'm afraid you'll be more worried, and I'm also afraid to leave you."

Shen Jiarou burst into tears after hearing this. She couldn't help but lower her head, not wanting her husband to see her so vulnerable.

Jiang Ruofan took out a clean handkerchief and gently wiped her tears, his eyes full of heartache.

"Let's cherish the time that's coming."

That night, the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms as usual, but they both knew in their hearts that days like this would become fewer and fewer.

Half a month later, Jiang Ruofan returned to the Prince Consort's Mansion alone to visit his parents.

Looking at their eldest son with a rosy and shiny complexion, the old couple were very happy.

"Father, Mother, I have something to tell you. You may find it incredible after listening to it." The couple were confused. Why was there something wrong with their eldest son today?

Madam Jiang said softly, "Ruofan, what's the matter? You look so serious."

Could it be that the eldest son had something good to tell them?

"I... still have less than eight months to live."

Jiang Shengping thought he had misheard and accidentally knocked over the teacup, wetting the hem of his robe.

"Ruofan, are you kidding your father?"

Jiang Ruofan shook his head, looking very serious.

Old Madam Jiang couldn't bear it anymore and fainted, and Youcao Courtyard was in chaos.

"Mother."

"lady."

Shen Jiarou was discussing state affairs with Ji Chenyu and other ministers in the Council Hall, while Zheng Shutong outside the hall was extremely anxious.

"Shutong, there's no point in being anxious. The princess and the others will probably be busy for a long time."

Zheng Shutong sighed: Oh, I don’t know how the old lady is doing.

Prince Consort's Mansion

The father and son had been guarding Old Madam Jiang. Jiang Shengping looked at his son's face and wanted to ask but didn't dare to. He was afraid that he would really ask an answer that he didn't want to believe.

Old Madam Jiang slowly woke up and couldn't help crying when she saw her eldest son sitting beside her.

"Ruofan, you are not lying to your mother, are you? I am old, and I don't need to be scared." How could such an outstanding son of hers only have a few months to live?

God, please give my life to you and let my son live a few more years.

After finishing her work, Shen Jiarou went straight to the Prince Consort's residence. Seeing the lifeless faces of her mother-in-law and father-in-law, Shen Jiarou was shocked.

"Father, Mother, you..."

The old couple looked up at her. Old Madam Jiang couldn't hold back her tears again. She reached out to Shen Jiarou and held her hands tightly.

"My child, you have suffered a lot. We, the Jiang family, have let you endure it alone for so long. It is we who are sorry for you." She was a good daughter-in-law, young, beautiful, gentle and capable, but she would soon experience the pain of losing her husband. What should she do in the future?

"Mom, we only have a few months left. In these last days, we should get along well as a family and try to leave as few regrets as possible."

Madam Jiang nodded with tears in pain: "Okay."