Demoted from wife to concubine? Reborn, the mistress of a noble family plots another high-status mar

Chapter 973

In the depths of winter, the three young princes are like an exquisite painting in a magnificent winter scene.

All three princes wore black fox fur hats, the sable fur under the brim trembling in the wind, just like dark clouds being blown by the wind.

He was wrapped in a deep crimson brocade cloak, with the collar and cuffs meticulously trimmed with snow-white silver fox fur, which was both warm and exuded nobility.

The cotton-padded jacket she wore underneath was made of delicate and soft silk floss, with golden dragons embroidered on it weaving through the clouds as if about to burst out of the garment. She wore matching brocade cotton trousers and black deerskin boots with red patterns on the soles, the boots adorned with ancient cloud designs.

Murong Yu originally wanted to go over and hug his wife first, but suddenly three little dumplings appeared at his feet. In the blink of an eye, they could walk, grow teeth, and even call him "Father Emperor".

When they first met their father, the emperor, the four of them faced each other in the main hall.

I just heard them joyfully calling out "Father Emperor".

Why are you suddenly staring at him?

"Da Bao, Er Bao, Xiao Bao, do you still recognize your father?" Murong Yu reached out and picked up the three of them.

Smiles instantly appeared on their innocent faces. "Father...Mother, Father is so amazing."

He actually picked up all three of them.

Even Grandpa Fu couldn't lift them!

"Chuckles..."

The three of them had rosy cheeks and bright eyes, as if they were extremely happy.

Yun Qingli put on another coat, got up and walked towards them.

"Ah Yue, don't move." Murong Yu carried the child and quickly walked to her side.

At this moment, the medicine book on the table suddenly flew up, its pages flipping violently.

Xiao Yaojing wouldn't be so agitated unless he had suffered a very serious injury.

Yun Xiyue immediately realized that Murong Yu was injured.

"Babies, come down first."

Murong Yu put the children down. "It's alright, they're still young, I can carry them."

Looking up, he saw that Yun Xiyue's eyes were red and tears were welling up.

“Ah Yue…”

Murong Yu hurriedly placed the child on the bed, "I'm back, you..."

At this moment, the small medicine sutra flew around him.

He then realized that he had not been able to hide his injury after all.

"It's okay now."

Yun Xiyue said, "Let someone come in and help you change your clothes. I'll check your wounds."

"There's also the New Year's Eve banquet; everyone's waiting."

Yun Xiyue said, "It's alright, I'll send someone to tell them to wait a bit longer."

I won't feel at ease unless I show it to her.

Murong Yu did not resist and had someone come in to take the child downstairs to be examined by Ghost Hand and the others.

After Eunuch Fu led two young eunuchs in to help him change his clothes, they withdrew.

Murong Yu was injured in the area of ​​his heart.

The dagger was just a finger's length away from reaching his heart.

Yun Qingli's face turned pale. She couldn't imagine how dangerous it would have been if he hadn't dodged in time.

"Who is it?" His wound hadn't healed much yet, but he received timely treatment at the wound site and was scheduled to return to Beijing the next day.

They lay in the carriage all the way back to the capital.

Upon reaching the gates of the capital, they reluctantly allowed the men to don armor and enter the city, all so as not to arouse suspicion.

And also to put Yunxi Yue's mind at ease.

It's been over a month since his assassination attempt, and not a single word has come out.

Yun Xiyue never knew this, but she knew he would only report good news and not bad news, and that it was impossible for him to emerge unscathed from the battlefield.