The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

Upon hearing this, the Prince of Zhen was taken aback at first, then asked in confusion, "What do you mean by that, Your Highness?"

“He is our son,” said the veiled woman.

Upon hearing this, the Prince of Zhen was stunned, his face filled with disbelief, a self-deprecating smile in his eyes, as he shook his head repeatedly, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Has Your Highness forgotten the night before I entered the palace?" the veiled woman asked.

The Prince of Zhen was lost in memories; how could he have forgotten?

That one glance was unforgettable.

That night, he knew the veiled woman was about to enter the palace. He pleaded and begged her to stay, but she remained unmoved.

Finally, he got completely drunk, and the veiled woman also drank quite a bit.

He couldn't control himself and had sex with the veiled woman...

The next day.

When he woke up, the veiled woman had already left without leaving him a single word.

When they met again, she was high above him, and he was bowing down in submission.

He respected her choice.

To protect her, even though he was unwilling or full of doubts, he never asked her about what happened that night.

"We've only been together once, and you went to the palace the very next day. How can you be sure he's my son?"

The Prince of Zhen still couldn't believe what the veiled woman was saying.

“You’re allergic to peanuts, and so is he. You can ask around; he never eats peanuts because he had an accident eating them when he was a child,” the veiled woman said.

The town king believed the veiled woman's words, and he stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

He thought he would never have children in his life, but unexpectedly, a son suddenly appeared at this time.

But this news was like a bolt from the blue for him; there was no joy, only shock.

"Your Highness, please help our son. He needs you now." The veiled woman's tone softened further.

The town king looked at the veiled woman and asked with a self-deprecating smile, "What can I do?"

"There are many things you can do. I want our son to be the crown prince and the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the future." The veiled woman raised her voice, her face full of confidence.

The Prince of Zhen smiled, his face full of bitterness. "You think too highly of me. I am just a useless prince, a good-for-nothing who just loafs around and waits to die. I have no connections in the court. How can I support him as the crown prince?"

“You have the strongest connections in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Emperor!” the veiled woman said. “I know you are close to the Emperor, and he is willing to listen to you. As long as you speak well of our son in front of him, our son’s chances of being made Crown Prince will greatly increase.”

The Prince of Zhen looked at the veiled woman with shock and anger. "You're not helping him! You're harming him! I've never interfered in court affairs, which is why my brother trusts me so much. If I suddenly speak well of him, my brother will definitely suspect me."

"You could have phrased it more tactfully, instead of being so direct..."

"Impossible!" The town king interrupted the veiled woman directly. "There is no room for negotiation on this matter. I will not agree to it, nor will I do it."

“You…” The veiled woman was furious.

The Prince of Zhen continued, "Your Majesty, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave. For your own good and for his own good, let's not see each other again."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

The veiled woman shouted, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell the Princess Consort about this?"

The Prince of Zhen stamped his foot, but did not turn around. His voice came coldly, "If you want everyone to go to hell, then go ahead and do it!"

This time, he quickened his pace and hurried back to the Prince Zhen's Mansion.

The veiled woman watched the departing figure of the town king, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, her whole body radiating murderous intent.

"Your Highness, the Prince refuses to help. What should we do?"

"Since he's heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless. If he won't help my son, I'll destroy the woman he loves most! I want the Princess Consort dead!"

Prince Zhen's Mansion.

Princess Zhen's courtyard.

At this moment, the Princess Consort of Zhen was embroidering a sachet for the Prince of Zhen by candlelight.

"what!"

Suddenly, Princess Zhen felt a sharp pain in her fingertip. She looked down and saw that the pad of her left index finger had been pricked by a needle, and blood immediately oozed out.

“Your Highness, you are injured. Please rest. Let me embroider this sachet,” Sangye said.

"It's alright." Princess Zhen put her index finger in her mouth and sucked on it. When she took it out and saw that no blood beaded on her finger, she continued to embroider. "This sachet is the prince's favorite. Some of the embroidery on the outside has been worn away, and the fragrance inside is no longer pleasant. I will embroider a new one for the prince to replace the old one."

She has had no children all these years, so she has not had the burden of disciplining them. She has always revolved around the Prince of Zhen, and she has personally made all of the Prince of Zhen's personal clothing over the years.

“Your Highness, perhaps His Highness simply prefers the old. Although the new ones may look nice, people are used to wearing the old ones and have developed an attachment to them.” Sang Ye originally wanted to comfort Princess Zhen and tell her not to work so hard.

But the speaker meant no harm, while the listener took it to heart.

Princess Zhen was stunned for a moment. "Yes, what's wrong with the old one?"

Some people just like to reminisce about the past.

The thought that the Prince of Zhen had not returned so late made her heart ache again.

Just then, the Prince of Zhen returned.

He glanced at Sang Ye, who quickly left.

He gently approached the Princess Consort and embraced her.

Princess Zhen's body tensed, her heart filled with joy, and she quickly turned to look at Prince Zhen, "Your Highness, you're back."

Upon hearing this, the Prince of Zhen knew that his wife must have guessed that he had just gone out.

He didn't explain, but simply embraced the Princess Consort and asked, "What are you thinking about? You didn't even notice me come in."

"I miss the Prince," the Princess Consort of Zhen said with a smile.

The Prince of Zhen was overjoyed. He released his Princess Consort, sat down in front of her, took her hands in his, looked into her eyes, and said gently, "Princess Consort, let's go back to our fiefdom."

"Why? Didn't we agree to wait until Prince Ling and Princess Youfeng got engaged before leaving?" Princess Zhen asked.

The Prince of Zhen explained, “I don’t know when the Prince of Ling and Princess Youfeng will be engaged. You have been staying in your fiefdom for many years. I think your body is more suited to the environment of your fiefdom. If you return to your fiefdom, you can better recuperate.”

"Your Highness, you know I have always doted on Prince Ling, and now Princess Youfeng is my savior. We already agreed to leave the capital after they pay the deposit. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to leave so suddenly?"

Princess Zhen felt uneasy. She knew that the Prince Zhen's haste to leave must be related to what happened today.

“How about I explain it to them? Let’s leave the capital first,” the Prince of Zhen insisted.

Princess Zhen put down the sachet. "Your Highness, are you hiding something from me?"

In the past, the Prince of Zhen would support her in whatever she wanted to do.

But now the Prince of Zhen keeps refuting her.

Moreover, she could already sense that the Prince of Zhen was nervous and afraid.