Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

Emperor Qianyuan is now content with having sons and has no regard for his brothers.

If it weren't for the fact that the prince was still young and might be frightened if separated from familiar people, he would have loved to personally take him in and raise him.

Therefore, Emperor Qianyuan immediately promoted Consort Tian to the rank of Imperial Concubine, bestowing upon her the title "Shu" and placing her in the main seat of Yongfu Palace.

Yongfu Palace is the closest palace to the emperor's bedroom, only three or four hundred meters away, separated by a passageway and two small gates.

Emperor Qianyuan carried Shaolin Shen all the way into the main hall of Yongfu Palace. Seeing that everything inside had been prepared, he gave the chief eunuch Li Hai an approving look, which made the other man beam with joy.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Household Department quickly selected eight wet nurses, two head wet nurses, one seventh-rank eunuch, twelve junior eunuchs, and ten palace maids to serve Shaolin Shen's daily needs.

This configuration is comparable to that of an empress.

After Emperor Qianyuan reviewed the personnel one by one, he nodded in satisfaction. He glanced at the sky and, worried that his son might be hungry, quickly instructed a plump wet nurse to take the child to a separate room to breastfeed.

These wet nurses were all women who had given birth to at least two or three children, and they were all very experienced.

Even so, when Emperor Qianyuan saw that the other party was holding Shaolin Shen, he was still worried and repeatedly instructed them to take good care of her.

unfortunately,

Shaolin Shen wasn't a real baby, so why would he want to be held in someone's arms and breastfed? He immediately turned his head away and waved his arms, refusing to open his mouth to suckle.

Eight wet nurses took turns trying to help, but they were still at a loss.

Seeing his appearance, Pangu Banner, hiding in his sea of ​​consciousness, was so happy that he rolled around, his cotton-ball-like body trembling as if he had epilepsy.

"Oh my god, that's hilarious!"

The Pangu Banner conjured a tentacle, pretending to wipe away tears, and mischievously said:

"Shen-ge, stop struggling. With your small frame, what can you do besides drink milk? You might as well just give in to them."

'roll! ! ! ’

Shao Lin roared inwardly, and before he knew it, a "pacifier" was shoved into his mouth, causing him to struggle even more violently.

Seeing this, the wet nurses were sweating profusely and worried about hurting the child. With no other option, they carried him back to the main hall to report to Emperor Qian Yuan.

"Your Majesty, spare us! We've tried countless methods, but the young prince just won't open his mouth."

Emperor Qianyuan didn't care about any of that. He only felt that these wet nurses were extremely incompetent, and immediately ordered them to be dragged out and replaced with a new batch of women.

However, Consort Shu (Consort Tian) intervened at the right moment:

"Your Majesty, please calm down. Perhaps our son is used to being fed with a spoon. Why don't we have them express the milk into a bowl and try again?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qianyuan recalled the days his child had been raised in the Cold Palace, and his eyes filled with even more pity. He took Consort Shu's hand and said with remorse:

"It's all my fault that you and your son have suffered."

On the surface, Consort Shu pretended to be gentle and virtuous, shaking her head and saying that she was young and ignorant back then. In reality, she rolled her eyes at the sky and cursed him with the most vulgar language.

Emperor Qianyuan, unaware of her true thoughts, agreed to her suggestion. The wet nurses, having escaped death, looked at Consort Shu with gratitude, then took the bowls handed to them by the palace maids, squeezed out a full bowl of milk, and carefully fed it to the little prince with a small spoon.

Shao Linshen was unwilling to drink human milk, but he didn't want to harm the wet nurses, so he had no choice but to force himself to open his mouth and swallow it.

An infant's energy is limited. Even though Shaolin Shen still wanted to cultivate a relationship with Emperor Qianyuan, his body seemed to shut down after eating and drinking his fill, and he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Emperor Qianyuan saw that the prince was sleeping soundly, and his expression had softened considerably. Just as he was about to order someone to carry the little prince to the small bed, he heard Li Hai enter from outside the palace, his voice filled with panic:

"Your Majesty, a wooden beam fell from the Qianji Hall and struck Prince Qin on the head. The prince is bleeding profusely on the spot. The imperial physicians examined him and said that his life is in danger."

"What?" Emperor Qian Yuan exclaimed in surprise, his voice startling Shao Lin Shen, who immediately opened his eyes.

'What happened? '

Pangu Banner, needing no rest, overheard the whole story and immediately recounted it:

"Brother Shen, your scumbag father got hit by a wooden beam and is said to be dying."

Shao Lin was secretly delighted, a toothless grin spreading across his face: 'Oh, what a stroke of luck! I haven't even put in the effort yet, and he's already collapsed? So unlucky!'

*

The King of Qin also felt extremely unlucky.

I don't know if he's having a bad year or what, but ever since last night, I've been having one bad luck after another.

From minor mishaps like falling and chipping teeth while walking on flat ground to major injuries like injuring an arm from a carriage overturning, even now, after finally managing to stand in the palace waiting for her brother's arrival, she can still be hit on the head by a wooden beam for no reason.

"Your Highness, your head injury is serious, and I must bandage it for you."

An elderly imperial physician with gray hair spoke while forcefully pressing the person down to prevent them from getting up. At the same time, he skillfully stopped the bleeding, applied ointment, and wrapped the wound with a cloth.

The King of Qin didn't want to move, but he had just missed the purse at his waist, which contained the amulet that Yan'er had obtained for him.

That was a talisman drawn by Master Qinghui, and it was very effective. If it weren't for the talisman, King Qin thought he might have been crushed to death by the wooden beam. Instead, he only had a hole in his head.

'That vile woman, Song, still won't rest even after she's dead. When I get back, I'll have the Taoist priest perform a ritual to make her soul vanish.'

The King of Qin thought bitterly to himself, but on the surface, he urgently ordered his men to search for the lost purse.

Suddenly

Then everyone heard a eunuch outside shouting, "His Majesty has arrived!"

King Qin was startled. He disregarded everything else and was about to struggle to get up from the bed to pay his respects when the person who came grabbed him and pressed him down.

"You're injured, so don't get up."

Emperor Qianyuan spoke calmly, turning his head to look at the old imperial physician kneeling beside him, and asked, "How is the Prince of Qin's injury?"

"Your Majesty, Prince Qin was hit on the left forehead by a wooden beam. Although it was not fatal, his skull was slightly fractured. He will need careful recuperation and will have to stay in bed and take medicine for a year and a half."

The old imperial physician paused slightly before continuing, "In addition, His Highness has numerous abrasions all over his body, causing blood stasis in his body. He will need to apply ointment and receive massage for several days to fully recover."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qian Yuan frowned almost imperceptibly. Recalling the news he had just received, he unconsciously took a step back a distance of ten feet before speaking again:

"In that case, I will trouble Imperial Physician Chen to stay in the Prince's residence for a few months. Once the Prince of Qin has fully recovered, I will reward him handsomely."

"This is my duty."

Imperial Physician Chen respectfully kowtowed to receive the decree, and then tactfully withdrew from the palace.

Only then did Emperor Qianyuan look at the Prince of Qin again and ask in a deep voice:

"Speak, what exactly happened that you had to come to see me covered in injuries?"

The King of Qin covered his head, his expression slightly unnatural, but then, as if remembering something, he calmed himself and slowly spoke:

"Your Majesty, Rongbing, last night my concubine, Lady Zhao, gave birth to a son. I wish to request Your Majesty to issue an imperial edict to make Lady Zhao your principal wife, so that..."

"absurd!"

Emperor Qianyuan, enraged, shook his sleeves, strode forward, wishing he could kick the other person to the ground and point at their nose while cursing:

"Have you lost your mind? Madam Song is gentle and kind, and she is also pregnant with your child. There is nothing wrong with her in terms of morality and reason."

If you were to replace your wife with someone else, how could you be so heartless and ungrateful? Where would that leave the dignity of the royal family?

"Today I'll assume you're just out of your mind from being hit, and I won't hold it against you. But if you dare to spout nonsense again, you can forget about being a prince."

Having said that, Emperor Qianyuan was about to order someone to carry the Prince of Qin out of the palace, but unexpectedly heard the other party reply urgently:

“Your Majesty, you have misunderstood. Lady Song suffered a difficult childbirth last night, resulting in the death of both mother and child. Now that she is dead, why can’t I reinstate Lady Zhao as my principal wife?”