Dethroned the Crown Princess? Then she became your mother

After they finished bathing, they still hadn't received any news. They only heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Emperor had received the letter.

What letter is that?

The virtuous concubine was still confused and deep in thought.

"Could it be a letter from Aunt Liangfei?" Wanwan stroked her freshly dried hair and turned to her aunt and asked.

Xianfei allowed the palace maid to apply the ointment to her. Even after the maid left, her worries did not dissipate. If Liangfei's sister had any urgent matters, the emperor would definitely take action.

Thinking that her sister Concubine Liang had not written to her, she had already prepared a letter, in which she described all the interesting things that happened during the autumn hunting trip, and was about to send it back.

I wonder if the emperor will also send a letter back to Beijing?

Since the autumn hunt, the emperor has not summoned any concubines.

She had no intention of coming to the autumn hunt, but Concubine Liang's sister tried her best to persuade her, almost in a pleading tone, saying that even if she could not come, she should come to monitor who the emperor summoned.

Furthermore, for Wan'er's future, this trip is imperative.

She couldn't figure out what her sister, Concubine Liang, was thinking. Concubine Liang always said that she wanted to let the world know that she, the virtuous concubine, was also the emperor's favorite.

In this way, Wan'er's future husband would not dare to bully her easily.

At the same time, it will also allow you to observe your future husband more deeply. After all, when you get engaged, your understanding of each other is limited to a few encounters, and it is difficult to get a full picture of him.

Thinking of Wan'er, she finally nodded in agreement, leaving her sister Concubine Liang alone in Beijing.

She stared at her niece in front of her. The husband chosen for her was a reader in the Hanlin Academy. Although he came from a poor family, he was considered a descendant of scholars.

Although his status is relatively low, he has been favored by the emperor since he entered the Hanlin Academy, and this time he even accompanied the emperor on the autumn hunt.

As long as he can continue to be favored in the future, his future will not be too bad.

She chose a husband for Wan'er, considering both high-class and low-class families, and finally chose this man.

Wan'er was also worried about not wanting to marry into a wealthy family; she was also unwilling to accept the fact that the family was too low and the person had bad character.

Pick and choose——

Concubine Liang's sister also said that such a background was actually a good thing. As long as she didn't insist on Wan'er marrying into a wealthy family, she would be a good match. Therefore, this person was a good candidate, and we just needed to get to know him better.

That's why she decided to come.

Let him and Wanwan have more opportunities to spend time together and observe more. They had met several times not long ago and had run into each other several times in the past few days. This person behaved politely.

But no one expected that as the top scholar, his riding and archery skills were so poor that it could be said that he had made no achievements at all.

Talented, but...

It's really embarrassing.

He did not follow the emperor closely, but practiced alone, showing some self-awareness. However, given his background, this behavior was normal.

She could understand, but...

Now many people know about her niece's engagement with the top scholar.

"how do you feel?"

she asked her niece.

"Aunt." Wanwan knew what her aunt was asking. Her cheeks flushed slightly and the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

"Why are you blushing? I'm asking you a question." The virtuous concubine still wanted to find out what she was thinking. She put down the teacup, glanced outside the tent, and after making sure there was no one around, she said, "Aunt just wants to know." She didn't like her niece being so shy.

"Nothing." Wanwan lowered her head and gently stroked the edge of the teacup, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "It's okay." After she finished speaking, a blush appeared on her cheeks again.

"You can't even ride and shoot, and you think you can do it?"

Concubine Xian looked at Wan'er, not understanding why she was satisfied. She herself couldn't bear to watch it anymore and even wanted to send someone to teach him how to ride and shoot. She secretly sighed in her heart that girls cannot be kept at home when they grow up.

Where did the old Wan'er go? She preferred her old self.

"aunt."

Wanwan raised her head slightly, blushing, and cautiously tugged at her aunt's sleeve, acting coquettishly. She was attracted by his talent, not his horse riding and archery.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to get engaged and married? Look at you now." said the virtuous concubine.

"Aunt." Wanwan called softly.

"It seems that you are quite satisfied with this person."

The virtuous concubine said lightly.

Wanwan: "Aunt is not satisfied? Then forget it? Break off the engagement? I won't get married. I will stay with you, always." She looked at her aunt seriously.

"Never mind. I am also attracted by his talent. It's normal for him to be like this. He never learned riding and shooting before and only knew how to read. Now..." The virtuous concubine stopped talking here.

"aunt."

"Has he become stupid from studying? Now he wants to learn horse riding and archery. Do you want me to send someone to teach him?" asked the virtuous concubine, fearing that she would really not get married.

Wanwan wanted to say, "Really, aunt?" but she looked at her aunt and didn't dare to speak.

The virtuous concubine was silent for a moment, then gave an order and someone came in.

Wanwan watched quietly from the side.

After a while, someone came to report that someone had delivered something. Upon further inquiry, it turned out to be that person, her future nephew-in-law, who had personally delivered the gift.

It’s for Wanwan.

Wan'er's cheeks flushed again.

She even had a dispute with her family about this marriage, as everyone in her family thought that she only cared for Wan'er on the surface, but in reality she did not.

He actually arranged such a humble marriage for her.

If she wanted to get engaged, she should have chosen a high-class family, like her fake niece. But she brought her niece into the palace and arranged such a marriage for her. She and her family could never reach a consensus on this matter, and her family even spoke rudely to Concubine Liang's sister.

She didn't want to listen anymore and became estranged from her family.

She knew her family might express dissatisfaction, but they were probably happy in their hearts. They didn't want Wan'er to surpass her fake niece.

The fake niece was destined to be the legitimate son of a marquis.

So what if he is the legitimate son of a marquis?

So what if he has a relationship with the Queen?

Those people from her mother's family clearly don't love Wan'er, but they always like to give her advice!

She asked the person who came in again what the boy had given Wan'er.

Wan'er's face was red and her eyes were full of curiosity.

The visitor replied quickly, obviously having seen it with his own eyes and knowing what it meant: "It's a little rabbit. He said he knew Miss Wan would like it, so he caught one and sent it to you. It's already been cleaned."

"Oh? Little rabbit?"

The virtuous concubine looked at Wan'er. It was just a little rabbit, and it was specially washed and sent to her.

"aunt."

Wanwan opened her red lips and called out embarrassedly.

"Do you want it?" asked the virtuous concubine again.

Seeing Wan'er nod, she turned to look at the people still in the room.

As for that kid outside, well, Concubine Xian still let Wanwan go out to thank him before accepting the gift. It was just a little rabbit, not a precious thing. Why not catch a fox or something? Still, he was thoughtful enough to send it to Wan'er knowing she liked it.

"Aunt." Wanwan called softly.

The virtuous concubine opened her red lips again, her tone filled with unquestionable majesty: "Why not go? Don't forget your status."

Wan'er nodded slightly, her voice as soft as a mosquito: "Niece understands, aunt." After that, she turned around and was about to leave.

Concubine Xian raised her hand slightly, signaling a palace maid to follow Wan'er out and to keep a close eye on her every move.

Outside the palace gate, Wan'er saw the young man standing outside the tent. He was tall and straight, like a green pine, and his brows revealed a scholarly air as gentle as jade.

He held a small, snow-white rabbit in his arms, his clear eyes gleaming with tenderness as he gazed at Wan'er. The young man called out softly, handing the rabbit to her, his manners filled with gentleness and grace.

Their eyes met, and Wan'er's cheeks instantly flushed. She shyly took the rabbit, but the blush didn't fade; instead, it intensified at the sight of it. "Thank you, sir," she said in a delicate voice.

The young man shook his head slightly, a faint smile on his face: "You're welcome."

Meanwhile, within the palace, the virtuous concubine had extinguished all emotion, her expression returning to its usual coldness. After Wan'er left, her thoughts drifted away, recalling the man she had encountered at the hunting grounds. She had assumed he would be stationed at the border forever, never to be seen again, but she had never expected to meet him again at the hunting grounds.

He had changed, darker, stronger, no longer the youthful boy he once was. And she, too, was no longer the innocent girl she once was. Though they only glanced at each other briefly, they both recognized each other.

At that moment, she seemed to be in a vortex of time and space, forgetting everything around her, and only came back to her senses when she was awakened.

Fortunately, no one noticed their unusual behavior, and he seemed to be deliberately concealing his identity. How many years had it been since they last saw each other? She couldn't remember, and she didn't want to remember. But this reunion made her reminisce about the past and lament the fleeting passage of time.

She clenched her fists, an indescribable sadness welling up in her heart. If it weren't for fate, she might have spent the rest of her life with him.

However, the reality is that she is a virtuous concubine in the palace, enjoying all the splendor and wealth, but no one understands her. On the other hand, he has become a general that the emperor relies on, enjoying unlimited glory.

She couldn't help but wonder why no one had mentioned his return to the capital. Was it because he was too low-key, or was it because someone in the palace was deliberately concealing it? She felt a vague unease, worried that she would lose contact with him again.

She longed to see him again, even if it was just from afar. She wanted to know if he had been well all these years, and if he still remembered her. But she was also afraid of their relationship being discovered. After all, the hearts of people in the palace were unpredictable, and the slightest mistake could lead to eternal damnation.

While the Empress and the Queen Mother discussed her and her niece's affairs, they also paid close attention to the news from the capital. Upon learning that the Crown Princess had given birth to a stillborn child, both the Empress and the Queen looked gravely distressed. The Queen Mother intended to send for information, but was informed that the Emperor had already sent someone to handle the matter.

Upon hearing this, the Empress lost her appetite and was filled with worry. She had placed high hopes on the Crown Princess, but had never expected her to suffer such misfortune. She worried that the Crown Prince would be devastated, and even more worried that the Emperor would be displeased with her.

After the Queen inquired about the details, her heart grew heavier. She wanted to comfort the Crown Prince, but she was worried about interrupting his conversation with the Emperor. She knew that going to see the Crown Prince at this moment would be futile, so she could only silently pray that he would survive this ordeal.

Inside the dragon tent, the conversation between Emperor Murong Shuo and the Crown Prince was extremely heavy. The Crown Prince painfully expressed his wish to return to the capital, while Murong Shuo looked at him seriously.

"Speak." Murong Shuo's voice was low and powerful.

The prince looked up at his father, his eyes filled with struggle and pain. "Father, I feel it is most appropriate to return to the capital now."

Murong Shuo stood up upon hearing this, walked up to the Crown Prince, and looked down at him condescendingly: "I have experienced much more than you have. Do you know what returning to the capital at this moment means?"