After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

Two months after the spring, Fan Yun'er finally gave birth to a baby girl. This little life was like the rising sun, bringing immense joy to the entire Fu family.

When the full moon day came, there was jubilation inside and outside the palace. Queen Shen Bingning even ignored the complicated etiquette and came to the Fu Mansion in person, just to witness the celebration of this little life with her own eyes.

The sun was shining brightly that day, shining through the carved window lattices onto the baby's pink cheeks. The little girl in Shen Bingning's arms had dark and bright eyes, like two freshly washed black grapes, moving around clearly and curiously. There was an innate tranquility on her little face, and she didn't even cry or make a fuss. Compared to the lively and active Prince Yan Xun when he was a child, this little girl seemed particularly well-behaved.

Shen Bingning's eyes were filled with love that was hard to conceal. She gently teased the little life in her arms, and her doting love was beyond words. Seeing this, people around her couldn't help but secretly speculate that this unusual love seemed to foreshadow some deep intentions.

"The Queen dotes on this child. Will the young lady of the Fu family become a part of the palace in the future? After all, she is the same age as the Crown Prince. Such a fate is really rare."

Someone nearby was talking quietly, their words full of speculation and expectations about the future.

"Who can say for sure? Although Madam Fu has remarried, her friendship with the Empress is rare and deep in the palace. The future of this little girl must be limitless."

Another person took over the conversation, his words revealing affirmation and awe of fate.

The topic naturally turned to Madam Fu's past, and everyone couldn't help but show a hint of complicated emotions in their eyes.

"When we mention Madam Fu, we can't help but think of her ex-husband. It seems that the reason she failed to give birth to a child was indeed because of Prince Yong."

"That's probably the case. Madam Fu is so happy now. It's really enviable."

A lady sighed, with a hint of envy in her eyes.

However, a discordant voice was heard among the crowd, and the slightly jealous words broke the harmony:

"Speaking of blessings, who can compare to the Empress? She was born in poverty, but she holds the most honorable position in the world, and is favored by His Majesty."

When the emperor's preference for the queen was mentioned, everyone was silent. Only one lady raised a question cautiously:

"Your Majesty, there is only one queen in the harem, so how can you recruit an heir? After all, the country needs offspring to continue."

"Yes, my master is also worried about this problem and can hardly sleep at night."

Just as everyone was talking, an abrupt voice interrupted and interrupted all conversations.

Yuan Huan, a woman who has always been independent, came among them quietly and without anyone noticing.

"I heard that Lord Yu has taken a new courtesan as his concubine. Could it be that Lord Yu has trouble sleeping because of his new lover's constant entanglement?"

Yuan Huan spoke these words leisurely and with a teasing tone, which surprised the ladies around her.

Madam Yu was stunned and looked at Yuan Huan in disbelief: "You, how did you get in?"

Yuan Huan patted her sleeves lightly, with a carefree smile on her face: "Why can't I come in? If I hadn't climbed over the wall, how could I have the honor of hearing your private discussion?"

The ladies immediately looked embarrassed and hastily denied it, creating a tense atmosphere.

Yuan Huan sneered disdainfully: "Are you feeling guilty? If you are afraid, then keep your mouth shut and don't be a gossipy woman, lest you get caught in a gust of wind and get your tongue blown away."

Faced with Yuan Huan's warning, the ladies were angry but helpless.

Yuan Huan no longer paid attention to them, turned around and left, already thinking about how to further improve her "wall-climbing" skills.

On the other side, Shen Bingning and her maid Qing'er hid in the corner of the corridor and listened to everything quietly.

She stopped Qing'er who wanted to show up at the right time and said gently: "Go back, it's time to go back to the palace. If you show up at this time, I'm afraid they will panic."

Upon hearing this, Qing'er expressed indignation that she wanted to teach those rude people a lesson for the Queen, but Shen Bingning shook her head and smiled calmly:

"No need. Yuan Huan has heard it. They must be very nervous these days, fearing that Yuan Huan will tell me what they said. This can be considered a punishment."

After listening to this, Qing'er nodded thoughtfully and agreed with the Queen's decision.

On the way back, Qing'er became curious and asked the Queen about her expectations for the future Crown Princess.

Shen Bingning's eyes flashed with tenderness, and she replied, "When he grows up, he will find a good match. I won't force it. As long as he truly loves her, that's enough. Of course, the girl must also know how to appreciate his good qualities."

The words contain deep expectations for her son, but also the mother's picky attitude towards her children's future partners.

Thinking of Yan Xun, who is still young but has already revealed some of Xiao Yi's cunning personality, Shen Bingning couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Although Yan Xun is only half a year old, he has already shown a temperament similar to his father.

He would never allow palace maids or eunuchs he disliked to get close to him, and would lose his temper if he was not satisfied. Before and after going to bed, he would not rest in peace until he saw his father, the emperor, and his mother, the empress. Xiao Yi doted on this youngest son, even to the point of spoiling him. Even Shen Bingning thought he was too indulgent.

When she returned to the palace, she did not see her son. After asking around, she learned that Xiao Yi had taken Yan Xun to Longzhang Palace to handle state affairs.

Seeing the palace maids' nervous expressions, Shen Bingning had a premonition in her heart, so she asked directly: "What did the prince do today?"

The maid replied in a trembling voice: "No, it's nothing serious."

Shen Bingning turned to look at another palace maid, her eyes revealing a majesty that could not be refused: "If you don't tell the truth, Fengqing Palace will no longer welcome you in the future."

The Queen Mother has always been kind and never blames her servants. Everyone in the palace is eager to serve in Fengqing Palace.

Therefore, the maid had no choice but to tell the prince everything about his "feat" today:

"His Royal Highness accidentally broke a glass lamp in the Longzhang Palace today. Not only that, he also broke a set of precious black-glazed blue-and-white porcelain. The fragments flew everywhere and unfortunately scratched Xiao Cui's face."

Shen Bingning listened, her anger gradually rising, but she managed to suppress it and asked, "Did you take Xiao Cui to see the imperial physician?"

"Yes, His Majesty also promised to let her return to serve after she recovers from her injuries."

Shen Bingning knew clearly that this kind of compensation was just a helpless act because of her son's mistake. She instructed Qing'er: "Go to the imperial physician to get some of the best medicine for Xiao Cui, and go to the storehouse to find some tonics to send along."

Qing'er understood immediately, and before leaving, she consoled him, "I will do it right away, Your Majesty, please don't be angry."

Afterwards, when Shen Bingning stepped into the Longzhang Hall with anger in her heart, what she saw was Xiao Yi buried in the mountain of memorials, while Yan Xun was lying beside him, seemingly imitating his father "reading" the memorials.

Shen Bingning hurriedly "rescued" the precious memorial from the little prince's mouth and sternly rebuked him, "You are doting on him like this, which will only make him more disrespectful to his elders!"

Yan Xun sensed the displeasure in his mother's tone. With saliva in his mouth, he looked at her with puzzled eyes, as if he didn't understand why his mother was angry.