I'm a humble concubine. My acting skills are off the charts. You can check my performance.

The imperial physician met Ni'er's confused eyes, comforted him carefully, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and continued to serve well under the supervision of the two nobles.

Zhao Fangyu held Ni'er's other hand, his face full of worry.

"It's swollen so high, has it damaged the bones? How long will it take to heal?"

The imperial physician held Ni'er's arm and probed slowly. If he touched with a little more force, Ni'er would start to cry out in pain. He could not help but be more conservative about the two months he had originally intended to say: "The little prince is seriously injured, and his bones are broken. Fortunately, God has protected him. Otherwise, if the force was a little stronger, then..."

"You should take good care of yourself now. After three or four months, you will be no different from ordinary people."

Zhao Fangyu was shocked when he heard this: "Is the injury so serious? If it gets more serious, will it cost Ni'er the rest of his life?"

The imperial physician felt that this statement was not quite right, but he could not figure out what was wrong. However, since the noble had spoken, he agreed.

After all, they are imperial doctors. As long as the injuries are cured, the subsequent problems will have nothing to do with them.

The Queen understood what the emperor meant and ordered someone to report Ni'er's injury to the Emperor.

There must be someone behind Ni'er's injury. As to whether it was the Yang family who was desperate for the third prince, or someone else who was trying to take advantage of the situation, we have to investigate it bit by bit. The most urgent thing now is to not let Ni'er's injury be in vain.

The young eunuch came back soon and took Ni'er to the side hall to wash up. Only then did Zhao Fangyu have the opportunity to tell the queen about his plan.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to stop me from talking about Xianglu."

The queen looked at Zhao Fangyu's beautiful face. There was no emotion on that face that looked like a fairy concubine. It was as if she had just presented the emperor with the method of making the priceless perfume, and the person who brought Zhou Qinghe back was not her.

The queen's gaze lingered on Zhao Fangyu's face for a long time, and finally she could only see her own reflection in those eyes that looked like glass.

"You really have deep feelings for the second brother."

Who can say that Zhao Fangyu is unkind to Zhou Qinghe? Even if the person who ascends the throne in the future is not the second son, she and Zhou Qinghe will divorce immediately, and no one can say anything bad about her.

Zhao Fangyu... is too good.

Zhao Fangyu pursed her lips and smiled slightly, but the smile did not reach her eyes: "Your Majesty, you are too kind, but my family has taught us that girls should behave properly and be decent as women."

Fang is both a standard and a bottom line, which encourages people to be rigorous and orderly.

Among the women of the Zhao family, even Zhao Fangyun, who was the least famous in the family, no rumors unfavorable to the Zhao family had ever been spread after they got married.

Every female member of the family practices this family motto invisibly.

The Queen stopped talking and stopped discussing whether Zhao Fangyu loved Zhou Qinghe.

After all, Zhou Qinghe is not the only card Zhao Fangyu can play.

The person working with her is Zhao Fangyu, and Zhou Qinghe is just a card in Zhao Fangyu's hand.

If Zhou Qinghe fails, there is still Ni'er. Ni'er's favor is obvious to the naked eye. Behind him is the declining Duke's Mansion and the Li family, which has had countless opportunities to become a royal family for thousands of years but still holds on to Longxi.

If Yeer ascends the throne in the future...

The queen lowered her head slightly, her eyes blurry for a moment.

"After all, I have only one goal, to protect Rong'er, so that you and I can live forever."

Zhao Fangyu did not answer, but slowly turned his head to look at the queen. The red hairpin on her head was shining brightly. As Zhao Fangyu moved, one hairpin shone particularly brightly, almost blinding the queen's eyes.

"My queen, the bargaining chip at that time was that if the princess came to Longxi for help, my Li family would lend a helping hand and would never let the princess be humiliated at her doorstep."

She had never promised to protect Zhou Lingrong for the Queen.

The Queen and Zhao Fangyu's eyes met in the air. There was no sign of fear in either of them from their expressions. It was just that the Queen needed a favor, but Zhao Fangyu did not necessarily need Zhou Qinghe.

Scarcity makes things valuable, and equal exchange is the most honest price Zhao Fangyu can give to the queen.

"I know that your Highness misses the princess, but she is not in Daliang, so we can't ask her to send a garrison there."

There is a saying that goes "The emperor is far away" even in Daliang, let alone when you go abroad and struggle to survive in someone else's territory.

"As long as the princess asks for help, the Li family will naturally not stand idly by."

The queen sighed, not having gained any advantage, and for a moment she lost interest. Zhao Fangyu said that the matter of the fragrant dew was none of her business, so she did not ask about it anymore.

"I will help you investigate Ni'er's matter, and as for the rest... wait for your husband to come back."

Compared to Ni'er, the Queen naturally prefers Zhou Qinghe more.

At least Zhou Qinghe's mother is a lunatic who is easy to control, not a carnivorous plant in sheep's clothing like Dan Fei.

Zhao Fangyu bowed and thanked him, then turned and went to the side hall where Ni'er was changing clothes.

Ni'er just came out and met Zhao Fangyu, who was full of concern. His face turned pale with pain, but he still forced a smile to comfort Zhao Fangyu and told him not to worry. Zhao Fangyu squatted down, held Ni'er's other intact hand, and led him out of the Queen's Palace step by step.

The road to the palace was silent. When they were alone, Zhao Fangyu called the young eunuch over and said, "I'll take your master to the garden. This dress is unlucky. Wash it and place it before the Buddha statue for two days. Then find a monk to burn it. It will be a sacrifice for the Buddha and we will ask for his blessing."

The sunlight was a little dazzling. Zhao Fangyu glanced at the sky, told the eunuch to do it immediately, and then took Ni'er by the hand and continued to go towards Yanyun Palace.

Zhao Fangyu's handkerchief fell to the ground and Ni'er went to pick it up. Zhao Fangyu looked at the child and their eyes met for a long time.

Ni'er watched Zhao Fangyu's tears come and go, and he stared at him and started crying again.

He immediately tried to comfort Zhao Fangyu in a panic, but Zhao Fangyu was holding his shoulders and he couldn't squat down. The next moment, Ni'er heard Zhao Fangyu whisper in his ear without any crying tone: "Cry."

Nier: “……?”

The next moment, the hand on her shoulder exerted a little force, and Ni'er's tears burst out.

"Now that your brother is gone, everyone can bully us..."

"Your mother is weak, so let's keep the details of this matter a secret for now. When she's feeling better, we'll tell her."

Ni'er couldn't stop crying and he cried so hard that the tip of his nose turned red. People who were watching from a distance couldn't help but say what a pitiful scene it was of an orphan and a widow crying at a grave.

Zhao Fangyu's emotions came and went quickly. After the two of them had finished packing, Ni'er took Zhao Fangyu's warm hand again. The only thing he could hear was Zhao Fangyu's words: "This plan is clumsy. Don't use it next time."

"There's a tear in the shirt."

Ni'er had been wondering where the flaw in his clothes was all the way until he arrived in front of Meng Yanzhen and watched his mother teach him a lesson.

Only then did he understand why Zhao Fangyu said that his plan was poor.

Compared to his mother, his acting skills are indeed poor.