Dethroned the Crown Princess? Then she became your mother

"Yes." After a brief reply, the people waiting outside the palace gate quickly dispersed, and peace returned to the front of the palace.

Soon, the queen, wearing a dazzling bright yellow phoenix robe, walked into the hall.

Her hair was tied up high and her golden hairpins sparkled. Although her facial features were ordinary, she had an extraordinary demeanor.

She is dignified yet gentle, noble yet virtuous, mature and steady, showing the style of a mother of the country.

Her attitude was neither condescending nor lacking in royal dignity.

As soon as the queen entered the hall, she bowed with grace and propriety. The palace maids beside her also bowed in return, and everything went on in an orderly manner.

Murong Shuo raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the queen. His eyes were calm, but a smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He still held a mountain of memorials in his hands, but he didn't forget to signal the Queen to stand. "Why has the Queen come here in person? Please stand up quickly. No need for formalities. In my presence, all this red tape can be dispensed with."

The Queen stood up, smiling gently, her demeanor still maintaining that standard and dignity: "Your Majesty has been away from the palace for many days. I miss you very much, and the sisters in the palace also miss you very much."

"I have come to visit you since I learned of your return. I have specially prepared your favorite meal. I wonder if you have enjoyed it yet? If not, I will have it brought to you immediately and would be happy to share your meal with you."

The queen's smile was just right, as if carefully crafted, neither too ostentatious nor too gentle.

This is the queen, no one in the harem can compare to her.

Every move she made inspired respect and made Murong Shuo feel at ease.

The queen remained consistent and adhered to the rules more and more strictly, which was exactly what Murong Shuo appreciated.

He knew very well that the harem, like the court, required rules and trade-offs.

The queen is the one who can balance everything and make him worry-free.

Murong Shuo might favor those women who act recklessly and become arrogant due to their favor for a while, but it would never last long.

What he needs is a partner like the queen, who is dignified, steady and follows the rules.

As for offspring, the fact that the queen had no children actually made him feel more at ease.

In the harem, the queen is his anchor.

In her own way, she maintained peace and order in the harem, allowing Murong Shuo to handle state affairs with peace of mind.

This tacit understanding and trust cannot be replaced by any love.

Hearing the queen mention her longing for the sisters in the harem, Murong Shuo couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

He did think about them, but he was more grateful for the queen's calmness and understanding.

He knew that as long as the queen was there, there would be no chaos in the harem.

And he will also give the queen the respect and love she deserves.

He looked at the Queen again and raised his hand gently to signal. The Queen understood and immediately smiled as brightly as a flower, and whispered instructions to the palace maid beside her.

The palace servants acted quickly and soon entered the hall carrying the meal. After carefully arranging it, they turned their gaze to the emperor.

At this time, a eunuch walked in from outside the hall, bowed and stood aside.

The queen took a closer look and found that it was a handsome young eunuch under Eunuch An. He had a fair face and no beard and looked particularly smart.

She was moved. Eunuch An hadn't arrived yet, so why did this little eunuch come here alone? The queen turned to look at Murong Shuo.

"What's the matter that brings you here?" Murong Shuo asked directly, with a hint of impatience in his tone. After all, he was about to share a meal with the queen.

"Did the imperial concubine send someone? I am having dinner with the queen. If there is nothing urgent, we can talk later." After saying that, he waved his hand to let the eunuch leave.

The young eunuch said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, the imperial concubine has sent someone specially, and it seems that she has something important to ask for your Majesty's attention." After saying this, he carefully observed the emperor's expression.

At the mention of the Imperial Concubine, Murong Shuo's expression softened. His fondness for her was obvious to all, and he couldn't help but wonder: Why had the Imperial Concubine sent someone here at this time? Was she ill from longing for her, or was there some other reason?

He hadn't informed the imperial concubine of her return date, so who had leaked the news? Puzzled, his gaze unconsciously fell on the queen.

Seeing this, the Queen smiled gently and explained, "Your Majesty, it was I who informed the Imperial Concubine of your return date. Seeing how much she missed Your Majesty, I could not bear to conceal it. Do you think it would be wise to have the Imperial Concubine join us for dinner and share in the joy of family?"

The Queen's words were full of consideration and generosity, which made people sigh at her broad mind.

Upon hearing this, Murong Shuo glanced at the Queen for a moment longer, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. "I have never regretted naming you Queen. You are so broad-minded and tolerant, a true role model for the harem."

Upon hearing this, the queen smiled even brighter, as if all her efforts had been rewarded.

This little episode about the imperial concubine was quietly resolved with the queen's clever manipulation.

"Only you are worthy of being the queen, no one else can." Murong Shuo's words revealed determination.

"Your Majesty." The queen lowered her eyes slightly, her heart filled with joy. All she wanted was such simple recognition.

"The position of Queen belongs to you!" Murong Shuo emphasized again, then changed the subject, "As for the Imperial Concubine, I will visit her again tonight. For now, let the Queen accompany me for dinner."

The queen heard this and smiled, jokingly responding, "I understand what your majesty is thinking."

But in his heart, he secretly thought that His Majesty's concern for the imperial concubine was self-evident.

Murong Shuo said nothing more, signaled the attendants to leave and go inform the imperial concubine.

Silence returned to the room.

"Your Majesty," the Queen opened her mouth again, smiling gently, "Your Majesty should treat everyone equally. Lanpin and the other sisters also hope for your mercy."

After hearing this, Murong Shuo just nodded slightly, looking a little displeased.

Seeing this, the queen tactfully stopped talking. Although she was confused, she didn't know where she went wrong and could only wait and see what would happen.

Afterwards, the Queen carefully served His Majesty the meal. She personally supervised the cooking of each dish, all of which were His Majesty's favorites.

Especially the bowl of soup, she carefully cooled it and served it with her own hands.

However, Murong Shuo still felt a little hot and secretly missed the quietness of the temple.

He drank the soup and praised, "The Queen is so thoughtful. The meal is very much to my liking. She really understands my preferences."

The Queen took the opportunity to ask, "Since Your Majesty finds the soup delicious, will you no longer go to the temple for meditation?" Her words were full of anticipation.

Murong Shuo did not answer directly, but just said that he was busy with official business, and his expression became cold again.

Upon seeing this, the queen bowed and took her leave, and quickly gave some instructions after leaving.

After the queen left, Murong Shuo sat quietly for a while, read the memorials, then summoned an attendant and continued to deal with state affairs.

The plot behind the queen is quietly unfolding.

Someone hurried in and announced loudly: "There is a letter from the temple!" There was a hint of urgency in his voice.

Upon hearing this, Murong Shuo immediately ordered his servants to bring the messenger in. He secretly wondered what the woman in the temple had said and done since he returned to the palace, and why she even prayed to the empress dowager on his behalf.

He put his hands behind his back, slowly stood up, and frowned slightly.

He thought to himself: She was already weak, yet she was still forcing herself to pray. It was really worrying. When he left, he had hoped that she could rest and recuperate, but he didn't expect her to still be so busy.

Her frail yet resilient figure emerged in my mind, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, both fragile and resilient, inspiring pity and a hint of indescribable emotion.

He couldn't help but worry that if she continued to pray, her body might not be able to bear it. What if she fell ill again?

Before reading the letter, I could still suppress this worry, but as soon as I opened the letter, my thoughts for her came flooding in like a tide, and I couldn't help myself.

However, in the blink of an eye, night fell and the hall was brightly lit.

"Your Majesty." The attendant reminded him softly, interrupting his thoughts and bringing him back to reality.