Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

Fengyi Palace, adorned with carved beams and painted buildings, was a resplendent spectacle of solemnity. The concubines filed in, each paying their respects to Molan, seated at the center of the palace. Molan raised her hand slightly, motioning for the others to rise. Then, softly, she said, "Sisters, you only need to pay your respects on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month. You won't have to work so hard on weekdays. If you need anything, please inform the steward, and they will arrange it for you."

Upon hearing this, the concubines all beamed with joy, and hurriedly bowed again in thanks, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration!" Molan smiled faintly, reaching out to gently stroke her swollen belly, and spoke softly, "If I can successfully give birth to a prince, then the emperor's family will have a successor. Then, our lives will surely improve. But if something goes wrong... hmph, think about it, how could the newly enthroned emperor treat us, the late emperor's concubines, kindly? So, don't try to get away with anything shameful. If I find out, not only you, but also your entire family will be severely punished. There will be no good consequences! But as long as you behave yourself and abide by the rules, when the time is right, whether you wish to remain in this palace and enjoy wealth and glory, or fake your own death and leave to find a husband of your dreams, I will certainly treat you well!"

Upon hearing this, the concubines knelt in fear and kowtowed, shouting in unison, "We dare not!" For a moment, the palace was filled with people kneeling, a scene of great spectacle. However, amidst this throng of prostrating concubines, Concubine Shu's resentful gaze shot straight at Molan like a sharp arrow.

Molan naturally noticed the unfriendly look of Concubine Shu, but she didn't care at all. She just raised her chin slightly and said calmly: "Concubine Shu, you entered the palace many years earlier than me. You must know the emperor's physical condition very well. Even if you have resentment towards me, it will be of no use. You must understand that only when the emperor is well, can we concubines live smoothly; and if we live well, the families behind us can also benefit! Okay, get up quickly. If anyone feels dissatisfied, you can talk to me face to face, and don't play those shameful tricks behind my back. Otherwise, not only will your own situation become difficult, but even your family members behind you may be implicated!" After that, Molan winked at Mo Xue beside her, indicating that she should send all the concubines out of the palace.

After everyone left, Molan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She first called the palace maids to help her wash and dress, then changed into loose and comfortable clothes, reclining lazily on the couch, picked up a bunch of crystal clear grapes, and tasted them leisurely.

At that moment, Zhao Zhen finished his busy schedule and hurried back to Fengyi Palace. Upon seeing Molan, he asked with concern, "Mo'er, are you all right?" Molan smiled faintly, gently raised her delicate hand, picked up a plump, juicy grape, and placed it gently into Zhao Zhen's mouth. She replied coquettishly, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Mo'er is fine. It's just that Prince Gun's group's plot failed today, and I'm afraid they won't let it go. Now that I'm pregnant, I'm afraid they'll be desperate!"

Zhao Zhen gently embraced Molan's slender waist and said with concern, "Yes, Mo'er, what I'm most worried about now is the safety of you and the emperor. Now that everyone knows you're pregnant, I'm afraid someone with ulterior motives will take this opportunity to harm you in secret!" Molan smiled slightly, a glint of confidence in her eyes, and she replied softly, "Don't worry, my husband. I'm not that weak. Don't worry, I'll be fine. And I have a plan in mind to capture those evil-minded people in one fell swoop, so that they won't have the intention of rebelling again when my belly grows and my movements become more and more inconvenient!"

Zhao Zhen gently caressed Molan's slightly bulging belly, his eyes full of tenderness. He said softly, "Tell me about it..." Molan leaned coquettishly in Zhao Zhen's broad arms and told him the story: "In a few days, I plan to bring Mo Ran, Mo Xuan and others back to my parents' home for a few days in style. My husband, do you think that Prince Gun and the others will miss such a great opportunity?"

Zhao Zhen pondered for a moment, then replied, "Well, Mo'er is quite right. However, I'm afraid this journey will be fraught with danger. I will go with you." Mo Lan shook her head gently and said politely, "Your Highness is responsible for the lives of the people of the world and should not take risks lightly. I think you could ask Abbot Mingcheng to arrange for some monks with strong martial arts skills to protect you. As for me, you don't need to worry about me. However, you will need to make arrangements for the Sheng Mansion and send Bai Xiao to ensure the safety of everyone there."

Zhao Zhen nodded in agreement and instructed, "Everything must be done according to Mo'er's plan. When the time comes, Mo'er must be extremely careful and cautious, and not make the slightest mistake." Mo Lan nodded obediently and replied, "I understand. Please rest assured, my husband."

Just a few days later, an eye-catching news came from the palace: in order to ensure that the Queen could give birth to the prince in a happy mood, the Emperor, after careful consideration, decided to send the Queen to the Sheng family to stay for a while in three days.

Once the news got out, it spread like wildfire, spreading rapidly throughout the palace. Prince Gun and his followers, who had been eyeing the throne with ulterior motives, were overjoyed upon hearing this. They keenly sensed that this was undoubtedly a perfect opportunity to carry out their conspiracy and achieve their ulterior motives.

Prince Gun and his cronies immediately gathered in secret, meticulously planning a thrilling plot. Sitting in a secret room, the flickering candlelight illuminated each gloomy and cunning face. They whispered to each other, discussing every detail and step in a vain attempt to execute this seemingly perfect plan flawlessly.

As the Sheng family received the news, a thick cloud of gloom enveloped the entire mansion, and everyone's face was filled with sorrow and worry. No one could understand why the emperor would take the action of sending Mo'er back to her parents' home for a short stay at such a sensitive time. Wasn't this a clear target for Mo'er and the young prince? After all, Prince Gun and his followers had always been eyeing the throne with covetous eyes! If anything happened to Mo'er during this period, not only would Mo'er be in danger, but the emperor's throne would also be in jeopardy. If so, the Song Dynasty would be plunged into chaos and turmoil.

Lin Qinshuang's heart was broken, tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably, and she would secretly raise her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes from time to time. On the one hand, she was naturally very happy that her precious daughter could go home and stay for a while; but on the other hand, she was really afraid that after this reunion, she would lose her daughter forever. Sheng Hong looked at his wife like this, and his heart was also helpless, but he knew that he had to pull himself together to comfort Lin Qinshuang. So, he held Lin Qinshuang's hand tightly, and whispered to comfort her: "Madam, don't worry too much, the emperor will certainly arrange the personnel properly and do his best to protect Mo'er's safety. The most important thing for us right now is to carefully arrange the Sheng Mansion and make sure that Mo'er, the queen, can live comfortably and safely when she returns."