Dethroned the Crown Princess? Then she became your mother

Inside the Yangxin Palace, flickering candlelight illuminated a scene of deep thought. Murong Shuo sat upright on the dragon throne, never expecting the Crown Prince's casual remark of "sick" to actually cause the Crown Princess to fall ill.

On the side, Eunuch An spoke cautiously: "Your Majesty, do you think it is appropriate for His Royal Highness to make the Crown Princess sick?"

Murong Shuo remained silent for a moment, neither agreeing nor reacting. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, as if he was both surprised by the Crown Prince's actions and tacitly approved of them.

Finally, he slowly spoke, "Since the Crown Princess has fallen ill, the Crown Prince will make the decision. Don't let her go out until she recovers. Perhaps this illness will help her gain some enlightenment, which may not be a bad thing."

At this point, Murong Shuo's tone seemed to carry a subtle hint of sarcasm. He thought to himself that if the Crown Prince really wanted to use this method to make the Crown Princess "get well," then he wouldn't interfere.

Upon hearing this, Eunuch An secretly tried to guess what the Emperor meant. He remembered that there was also a letter of apology from the Weiyuan Marquisate, so he quickly reminded him, "Your Majesty, do you remember the letter of apology from the Weiyuan Marquisate?"

Murong Shuo nodded slightly, the contents of the memorial flashing through his mind. He said coldly, "Just leave it there. Don't read it. Since the Marquis of Weiyuan believes that he failed to raise the Crown Princess well, leading to her current condition, then it is the fault of the entire Weiyuan Marquisate. They should carefully consider how to admit their mistakes and atone for their sins instead of interfering in palace affairs. A daughter who is married off is like spilled water. He should understand this principle."

Eunuch An nodded quickly, but secretly worried for Marquis Weiyuan. He knew that although the emperor's words were calm, the majesty and unquestionable nature contained in them was irresistible to anyone.

As night fell, Murong Shuo left the Yangxin Palace and returned to Furong Palace. Seeing him return, Zhang Tianai hurried to greet him, "Your Majesty." Her voice was filled with tenderness and anticipation, as if she wanted to share her day with the Emperor.

Murong Shuo looked at her and asked calmly, "Weiyuan Marquis' Mansion sent a letter of apology. Did you know?"

Zhang Tianai was slightly taken aback. She really didn't know about this yet. So, she asked curiously, "A letter of apology? What for? Can the emperor tell me?"

Murong Shuo did not answer her question directly, but asked about her physical condition with concern: "Are you feeling unwell today? Is everything okay?" There was some tenderness in his eyes, as if he was confirming whether she was okay.

Zhang Tianai felt a surge of warmth, but then a wave of unease returned. She understood the emperor's concern wasn't unfounded, so she spoke truthfully, "Today was fine. It was just that turning over during lunch break was a little inconvenient. My belly is so big, and my back and waist ache quickly after turning over. Even sleeping has become a problem now. Lying flat on my back is uncomfortable, lying on my side isn't something I'm used to, and sleeping on someone's back is impossible."

Her face was filled with fatigue and helplessness, and dark circles were faintly visible. Murong Shuo gently stroked her cheek, a trace of heartache flashing in his eyes: "You have been carrying me for ten months, it must have been hard for you."

Zhang Tianai smiled faintly, knowing the emperor's distress was genuine. So, she changed the subject and asked about the memorial of apology: "Your Majesty, what exactly is the memorial of apology from the Weiyuan Marquisate? Can you tell me?"

Murong Shuo pondered for a moment, then told Zhang Tianai a rough outline of what Marquis Weiyuan had written in his memorial. His words were tinged with sarcasm and disdain, clearly indicating his disapproval of Marquis Weiyuan's actions.

Zhang Tianai listened, pondering inwardly. She hadn't expected her adopted father to come up with such a way to apologize. While this apology, if handed to the emperor, might ease his anger a little, it clearly wouldn't change his opinion of the Weiyuan Marquisate.

She looked at Murong Shuo and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, how did you handle this memorial of apology?"

Murong Shuo sneered, "I'm too lazy to remember all that trivial stuff. Anyway, since Weiyuan Marquis Mansion knows to apologize, they should reflect on it. As for how I'll handle it, you don't need to ask any more questions."

Zhang Tianai understood what the emperor meant. This letter of apology wouldn't change anything. But she also noticed that the emperor seemed to be in a slightly better mood as he dealt with the matter.

So, she cleverly changed the subject: "Your Majesty, look at the calligraphy and paintings I wrote today. I also went to see the vegetables in the garden, and they are growing beautifully."

As she spoke, she had calligraphy and paintings and vegetables from the garden brought up. Murong Shuo took them and examined them carefully, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. He understood that Zhang Tianai was using her own way to help him relieve his boredom.

The two of them sat in the Hibiscus Palace, sipping tea and appreciating calligraphy and paintings, and the atmosphere gradually became warm and peaceful.

However, behind this tranquility, the Weiyuan Marquis's residence was shrouded in a cloud of gloom. Upon hearing the emperor's cold response to the apology, the Weiyuan Marquis grew anxious. He knew that this memorial would not completely quell the emperor's wrath, but he had done his best.

He stood silently in the study, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, not knowing what to do next.