They are all concubines, so of course they choose the future emperor.

Jiang Wanyue poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Prince Jing.

"Your Highness, please have some tea to warm yourself up first."

Prince Jing took two sips and stopped drinking, but he didn't put down the teacup.

He rubbed his thumb along the edge of the teacup, letting the mist rise.

He thought of what happened at the border many years ago.

Most of the people at the border are military households with a tough atmosphere. Cui Yan and her brother Cui Yun lost their parents when they were young and depended on each other for survival. Cui Yun protected his sister very well and was willing to risk his life for her.

It was this fighting spirit that allowed him to move from a small soldier to the side of Prince Jing step by step.

The two were of similar age and quickly became friends.

But Prince Jing was too aggressive at the time. After blocking an enemy raid, he did not listen to Cui Yun and led his troops in pursuit, but fell into a trap.

At that time, everyone around him had died, leaving only Cui Yun.

Cui Yun lost an arm and pulled him out from the pile of dead bodies.

They fled on the grassland and both of them were injured. They didn't bring enough medicine. Cui Yun's injuries were too serious and he thought he would not survive, so he refused to take medicine.

Although reinforcements finally arrived and took them back to the military camp, Cui Yun died within a few days due to his severe injuries.

At that time, Cui Yan came to see her brother and cried bitterly.

Just like today.

Jiang Wanyue had been keeping an eye on Prince Jing and noticed that something was wrong with his expression. She then took away the teacup and lit some incense from a drawer nearby.

The cool and distant fragrance gradually filled the room.

Prince Jing suddenly spoke.

"What kind of fragrance is this?"

"Calming incense." Jiang Wanyue said calmly, "This incense will calm people's hearts. I will light this incense when I miss my family."

Prince Jing opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Wanyue for a long time with a look that seemed unfamiliar to her.

Just when Jiang Wanyue thought Prince Jing might be angry, he suddenly spoke.

"The border where the Jiang family is exiled doesn't often have wars, but there is a shortage of laborers. Your family are all weak scholars, so when you come to me, let someone know and ask the officials there to find them an easy job."

This was the first time that Prince Jing took the initiative to mention taking care of the Jiang family.

Jiang Wanyue was extremely surprised.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

She knelt down.

She did not say no in a noble manner, but accepted it happily.

Prince Jing felt that it was easy and comfortable to get along with someone like Jiang Wanyue, who made everything she wanted known.

Whatever she wants, he can give her.

She wouldn't ask for anything excessive.

And Cui Yan...

He owed his life to her brother.

I can never pay it back in my lifetime.

Prince Jing closed his eyes again, but his hand reached into Jiang Wanyue's clothes.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Of course Jiang Wanyue would not refuse.

The two rolled onto the couch.

Under the stimulation of his senses, Prince Jing forgot his annoyance and hugged Jiang Wanyue, climbing to the peak again and again.

a long time.

Seeing Prince Jing fall asleep, Jiang Wanyue quietly got up and went to the ear room to wash and bathe.

She sat in the steamy bathtub, listening to Xiuchun whispering the news she had heard.

"The prince came from the concubine's place. He and the concubine were unhappy because of the second young master's matter. Eunuch Rong said that the prince was also upset, but the concubine did not understand the prince and told some old stories about the prince at the border."

"What old thing?"

"It's about the fact that the prince suffered a lot in the war, was often injured, and was in danger of his life several times. And the friendship between the concubine's brother and the prince."

Jiang Wanyue's half-closed eyes opened a little.

"Why would Rong An tell you so much? He is the number one person around the prince and his most capable confidant."

Xiuchun didn't know, and guessed: "Maybe Eunuch Rong feels uncomfortable seeing the prince in pain?"

Jiang Wanyue shook her head.

"People like Rong An are very cautious. Even if they have any ideas in their mind, they will not reveal them to outsiders. What if they catch him? I heard that he has been serving the prince since he was a child, and he followed the prince when he went to the border..."

Jiang Wanyue suddenly stopped talking here.

"I understand."

Rong An was loyal to Prince Jing, and everything he said and did was naturally for Prince Jing. He revealed these things so abnormally, obviously, for Prince Jing's sake.

The concubine and Prince Jing had an unpleasant quarrel, but Prince Jing also felt upset.

So Rong An meant that he wanted me to persuade the concubine to bow to Prince Jing?

Jiang Wanyue almost laughed.

Rong An thinks too highly of me.

Prince Jing still has some affection for his concubine and is very respectful to the princess, so who am I?

It's just for the sake of novelty.

She didn't think she had the ability to resolve the rift between Prince Jing and his concubine.

The trouble should end it.

She is just an outsider, why should she get involved?

After washing, she changed into clean clothes and went out.

Her hair was not dry yet, so Jiang Wanyue sat on the couch, drying her hair while reading a book.

Prince Jing woke up at some point and lay on his side on the bed, looking over here.

When Jiang Wanyue was reading, she had a natural and tranquil temperament and her eyes were calm, as if she was isolated from the world.

She was different at this moment than usual.

Prince Jing just looked at her like this, and suddenly felt that he didn't need to light any calming incense at this moment, as his heart was exceptionally peaceful.

While I was thinking about it, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"My Lord, would you like to have dinner?"

Rong An is indeed the person who knows Prince Jing best, and the timing of his questions is always just right.

Jiang Wanyue looked up and saw that Prince Jing had his eyes open. She was slightly stunned and then smiled.

"Why didn't the prince call me when he woke up?"

Prince Jing sat up and shouted outside, asking Rong An to come in.

Rong An came in with his men, bent over, to set the table.

Prince Jing called Jiang Wanyue: "Come and have dinner together."

Jiang Wanyue did not refuse, walked over and sat opposite him.

She ate quietly, but not slowly.

Of course, compared with Prince Jing's hasty way of swallowing a fruit or a peony, it is absolutely very delicate.

After the meal, Prince Jing did not stay overnight. He just sat with Jiang Wanyue for a while and then left.

He didn't go to the front yard, but went to Nianyun Pavilion.

In the following days, Prince Jing stayed in Nianyun Pavilion most of the time.

Maybe he wanted to spend more time with his son before he died.

Finally, he agreed to his concubine's request and invited a monk from Xiangshan Temple to come to the mansion to chant scriptures and pray for blessings.

Unfortunately, the Second Young Master died before the mages arrived.

Children who die young are considered unfilial nowadays, and their parents cannot wear mourning clothes or set up a mourning hall to hold a grand funeral.

The concubine watched with her own eyes as the child died and was taken away for burial. She was dazed throughout the whole process, like a clay sculpture.

She didn't respond no matter who spoke to her.

It was as if her soul had also gone with the child.

At this time, the maid outside hurried in to report.

"Madam, Aunt Jiang is here."

Madam Ce did not move.

The head maid beside her hurriedly followed the maid out and apologized to Jiang Wanyue.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Jiang, my master is sad and can't see guests now."

Jiang Wanyue waved her hand.

"It's okay. I came here just to burn some incense for the Second Young Master."

The maid was stunned and was very surprised by her words.

Jiang Wanyue looked around.

"Is there no incense table?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The maid came back to her senses, nodded repeatedly, and led Jiang Wanyue to the east wing.

After burning incense, Jiang Wanyue suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps.

When I turned around, I saw a small head sticking out from behind the door of the inner room.

"Second miss?"