graceful

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The Prime Minister's Mansion is different today than before.

Ever since the Zhao family's scandal on Wanshou Festival.

The sisters who once had a close relationship with her looked down on her.

Those who once fawned over her turned around and sneered at her.

Once upon a time, Zhao and Prime Minister Tang were a fairy couple envied by all the people in the capital.

He is the envy of all unmarried women in Dayan.

To be together for a lifetime, what a beautiful vow. I thought it was just a false promise, but I didn’t expect that there would be a man who really fulfilled it.

It can be said to be envious of others.

But now, at a banquet, the fig leaf that had been covered for so long was suddenly lifted.

What is hidden underneath is just the same trivialities as those of everyone else.

Dirty though.

Prime Minister Tang was waiting at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, wearing plain clothes and looking exhausted.

All his hopes now lie on his daughter, who is the Crown Princess and the future Queen, and his grandson is the future Crown Prince.

Only by comforting yourself in this way can you avoid despair.

Soon, the carriage belonging to the Prince's Palace arrived.

Prime Minister Tang hurriedly packed up and stepped forward to salute, but before he could do so, the curtain was opened from the inside.

Tang Wanrou walked out with a smile on her face, holding the "child".

"Father, why are you the only one here? Where's mother? Why didn't she come to see me? Is she making crab meat cakes for me? Tell her not to, I just came back to take a look. Your Highness still has to look after the children tonight. Father, let me tell you, Your Highness and His Majesty love the little prince very much. Come and take a look at your little grandson. Is he handsome? Doesn't he look a lot like your Highness and me?"

Prime Minister Tang didn't quite understand why.

But he also subconsciously looked in the direction of the quilt wrapped around it.

When he saw clearly what was wrapped inside, his eyes suddenly widened.

He almost couldn't catch his breath and fell down.

He stared at Nanny Zhang and Nanny Chen with wide eyes.

Before they could enter the mansion, another carriage followed closely behind.

Tang Yu panted, opened the curtain and got off the carriage.

"Mr. Prime Minister, why did you suddenly return to the Prime Minister's Mansion without calling me so that I could catch up with you?"

Tang Wanrou has complete faith in Tang Yu.

"I forgot. I wanted to take the child to see grandparents as soon as possible. Where is His Highness? Did His Highness ask about me? Tell His Highness not to worry too much about me. I am just taking the child home. Nothing will happen."

Prime Minister Tang came back to his senses and wanted to ask why Tang Wanrou had become like this.

Being stopped by Tang Yu's look, he could only shut up and ask again later.

Tang Yu smiled.

"Your Highness asked the Queen, but I'm here to speak for the Queen. Let's go into the mansion first. It's not good for others to see us outside."

Tang Yu deliberately delayed for a long time just to let the servants sent by the officials living nearby to gather information see the crazy scene of Tang Wanrou hugging a pillow and pretending to be a child.

Will the people tolerate such a Crown Princess? Will Your Majesty tolerate it?

She didn't expect that after being stimulated, Tang Wanrou selectively forgot all the bad memories.

Just remember the beautiful things you have imagined and want to remember.

For example, there is a child, Ning Chen loves her and the child deeply, Zhao is still alive, and the Prime Minister's Mansion is still standing.

As he entered the mansion.

This beautiful dream seemed to be shattered bit by bit by the dazzling white.

Tang Wanrou's shoulders shrank and she was unwilling to move forward, hugging the "child" tightly in her arms.

His brows were drooped and his lips were trembling.

"Father, what's wrong with the Prime Minister's Mansion? Is it some kind of festival? There are so many white cloths hanging, but why hasn't Mother come to pick me up yet?