The princess was ordained by Heaven.

Imperial Censor Jiang was somewhat dizzy.

What kind of lens is being ground? What lens grinding?

Is he crazy or is the princess crazy?

Why can't he understand a single word?

The three questions that Imperial Censor Jiang asked himself were enough to show his shock.

At this moment, in the light screen, Zhao had already turned around and grasped Madam Jiang's hand.

Lord Chiang: !!!

Others: Ahhhhhh, so exciting!

Madam Jiang frowned slightly, but didn't think much of it. She didn't particularly like Zhao, but she endured it for the sake of watching the drama unfold!

Feeling content as she touched her beloved's soft pancreas, Zhao's lips curled into a wild smile.

She held on tightly, smiling as she looked at Madam He: "If this matter is truly investigated, we will surely find some clues. Madam He, think carefully before you speak."

Suddenly, Zhao seemed to realize something and said with a look of understanding, "You sold the house because you wanted to run away? This child is a member of the Duke of Dingguo's bloodline and cannot be taken away by you."

Madam He lost her composure: "Gou Danzi is my child! Mine! The Crown Princess has her own child, why is she trying to take mine?"

She somewhat regretted provoking Prince Ding.

These powerful and influential people were domineering and had connections everywhere. She realized she had gotten herself into big trouble, but she would never abandon her child.

Madam Zhao softened her tone slightly and coaxed, "Don't worry, I, the Crown Prince's wife, won't separate you and your son. You can stay in the Duke of Dingguo's mansion; your future will be one of unimaginable wealth and luxury..."

He stubbornly kept her eyes down, unmoved.

She adjusted the exquisite bracelet on her wrist, seemingly demonstrating to Madam He what true wealth was: "Besides, you're a widow with a child; survival is inevitably difficult, and the dog... Ruihua will also be plagued by rumors. Can you bear to see that?"

Mrs. He tightened her grip on the child, her eyes reddening slightly, and whispered to him, "I'm sorry..."

He Ruihua wiped away her tears: "Mother, don't cry."

Zhao had assumed that He was the kind of seductive vixen who coveted wealth and status, but the truth turned out to be quite different from what she had imagined.

Thinking there was hope, she was overjoyed and pressed her advantage: "Of course, you can have a title if you want, after all, the Crown Prince is your husband..."

Mrs. He retorted with dissatisfaction: "Your husband!"

"He is also your husband..."

"It's your husband!"

How come he's her husband? She's just throwing away unwanted junk to her? Why should she?

Thinking of this, Zhao became anxious: "He's clearly your husband!"

Madame Chiang: ...

The people watching the light screen: ...

"Is there something wrong with that Prince Ding? Why do they all dislike him so much?" the Second Prince said sympathetically.

The third prince thought for a moment and said seriously, "It's either ugly, bad, or no good."

Second Prince: ?

Do you know what you're saying? Do you know what you're saying in the Fengqin Hall?

He used to be the most unreliable and unserious one, but ever since he could hear Zheng Xun's inner thoughts, the world has become more and more insane.

[The reason why Lady He only had eyes for her deceased husband was because he looked remarkably like her late husband.]

That's right, the He family and Prince Ding are the subjects of the legendary "stand-in literature."

Prince Ding was so infatuated with Lady He that he wished he could strip Lady Zhao of her position as princess and hand it over to her.

However, Mrs. He treated him with inconsistent warmth and indifference.

[But that Ding Shizi is so pathetic; the more indifferent Madam He is, the more hopelessly infatuated he becomes.]

[On one occasion, Madam He disliked him and set the courtyard on fire. Prince Ding ran out naked, and the first thing he asked was whether Madam He was injured, without showing any anger whatsoever.]

I have to say, after seeing so many stories where both male and female body doubles abuse women, this kind of plot is actually quite satisfying at first glance.

Ms. He, a role model for women!

But the other ministers couldn't understand it.

They racked their brains but couldn't understand why Prince Ding would stoop so low!

Madam He was very clear-headed. She knew the gap between herself and Prince Ding. She was content with a modest life and had no attachment to wealth and luxury.

She was with Prince Ding only because she wanted a child, and more importantly, she wanted a child who resembled her deceased husband.

From the very beginning, she never intended to stay by Prince Ding's side indefinitely. If He Ruihua hadn't been too young to travel long distances, she would have left with the child long ago.

[Actually, according to her original plan, she could have left...]

Uh, it seems like this is her fault. If she hadn't wanted to annoy Zhao, He would have run away long ago.

Madame Chiang was also feeling guilty, because she knew that without her instigation, Zhao would not have actually tried to snatch the child.

Zhao, who was standing nearby, got angry and threatened fiercely, "You should know that as long as I, the Crown Prince's wife, don't want you to leave the capital, you won't be able to leave."

Mrs. He was so angry that her cheeks turned bright red.

While her appearance wasn't quite breathtaking, it was still quite charming.

When angry, they are as vibrant as a blazing flame, brimming with vitality.

A mother is gentle when she's in love, lively when she's angry, and serene when she's quiet...

Zhao:......

and many more.

She seemed to understand why the prince was so infatuated with her.

She seemed a little too captivated.

She picked up the handkerchief and pressed it against her chest, her heart pounding as if it would burst out of her chest.

For a moment, she doubted herself.

Is she some kind of pervert reincarnated?

Also, how can a person be moved twice at the same time?

She glanced at Madam Jiang beside her, then at Madam He in front of her, and began to understand why men liked to have women on both sides of their arms.

She suddenly thought of the beauties in the prince's harem. What had she been fighting for all this time?

Is a man, or even a son, worth changing so drastically?

The door to a new world has been opened.

It's time to inherit the Crown Prince's courtyard full of beautiful concubines.

In an instant, her gaze changed.

She sighed, stood up, and approached Madam He, her gaze gentle. Her tone was sincere: "I know you didn't like the heir, but he's dead. You can live peacefully in the Duke of Dingguo's mansion. We're all women, and I understand your difficulties. With me here, no one can bully you. Besides, with the Duke of Dingguo's mansion as your backer, at least you and your orphan won't be bullied. We'll hire the best teachers for Gou Danzi and teach him how to grow into a good person."

Upon hearing this, Madame Chiang's face turned as if she had seen a ghost.

Heavens and Buddhas, did these words really come from that shrew Zhao's mouth?

Could it be that it's possessed by a ghost?

She silently clutched her purse, inside which was the peace charm she had obtained from the temple on her last visit.

“Princess Consort,” Madam Jiang said, disregarding whether her actions were abrupt, as she stuffed the purse into Zhao’s hand, “This is for you.”

Zhao: She has me in her heart.

Lord Jiang was nearly driven mad, shouting incoherently, "Woman..."

General Xu, who was standing nearby, quickly covered his mouth.

Lord Jiang could only swallow the second half of the saying, "Women should not touch each other."

Few people noticed their unusual behavior because the scene in the light screen had changed.