Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Zhao Feng continued speaking intermittently, explaining why she was angry and why she blamed Zhao Lian. When she got emotional, the two sisters hugged each other and cried.

Hearing the crying inside, Song Wenjie knew that the two of them had finally resolved their differences, and he could finally relax.

She quickly pushed the door open and went in, saying with a sigh of relief, "Sisters shouldn't hold grudges overnight. It's good to talk things out. Okay, stop crying. Don't scare the baby. Besides, you're in your postpartum period right now. Crying too much will hurt your health."

Zhao Lian wiped away her tears: "Brother-in-law is right, sister, don't cry. You're in your postpartum period now, crying too much is bad for your health."

After a while, Zhao Feng stopped crying, took her son from him, and looked at Zhao Lian seriously: "Zhao Lian, I heard that the Emperor is injured. You must go and see him. It's obvious that the Emperor likes you very much."

Zhao Lian curled her lip: "Tch, I can't tell he likes me. He hasn't come to see me in so long."

Song Wenjie chimed in from the side: "Zhao Lian, you should know that he is no ordinary person. The Emperor is extremely busy, working like a spinning top all day long."

"Besides, if he's already being assassinated inside the palace, imagine the many unknown dangers outside!"

"Alright, alright~" Zhao Lian interrupted them: "Stop talking, all of you stop speaking up for him, I have my own ideas."

Zhao Lian reassured Zhao Feng to focus on her postpartum recovery and then taught Su Ma how to make some postpartum soups to promote lactation.

Just as he was about to leave, Song Ting rushed over in a flurry.

It turned out that Song Wenjie had asked Afu to inform his elder sister Song Ting early in the morning. Song Ting was overjoyed when she heard the news and immediately packed some tonics and rushed over.

They had barely met, and before she could even look at the child, Song Ting smiled and took Zhao Feng's hand, saying, "Zhao Feng, you are a great contributor to our Song family. I have already sent someone to fetch your mother, and she will arrive in a couple of days."

Unexpectedly, Song Ting acted so quickly. Song Wenjie laughed, "Big sister, you're so thoughtful. I was just about to send someone to inform Mother!"

“You’re both first-time parents, you don’t know anything, that won’t do. I’ve found you an old woman, she’s very good at taking care of children.”

"Aunt Chen, come quickly and greet the young mistress!"

At this moment, a kind-faced old woman walked up with a smile and curtsied to Zhao Feng: "Young mistress, please give me the young master. You must not overexert yourself during your postpartum period. If you don't take good care of yourself, you may develop many health problems later."

"Wife, quickly give the child to Chen Ma. She's right. You need to rest well."

Zhao Lian's mind was no longer on this matter. She said to everyone, "Alright, you all continue chatting. I'll be leaving now!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Lianren had already entered the courtyard.

Zhao Feng could only shout at his retreating figure, "Remember to listen to what your elder sister says."

Zhao Lian waved her hand dismissively.

After leaving the Song residence, Zhao Lian looked around, pondered for a moment, and then headed towards the palace.

On the surface, she acted as if she didn't care, but in her heart she was still anxious. She didn't know how badly the emperor was injured, and she couldn't rest easy unless she went to check on him.

On this side of the palace gate, Song Wenjie had already instructed Liu Yu to let Zhao Lian in when he saw her, saying that it was the Emperor's decree.

Soon, Zhao Lian met Liu Yu at Ruyi Gate, and Liu Yu opened the door for her without saying a word.

Zhao Lian raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you afraid I'll go to the palace with ulterior motives?"

Liu Yu said in a serious tone, "This is an order personally given by the Emperor."

"Ha~"

Zhao Lian's lips twitched; it seemed the emperor had anticipated her arrival.

What puzzled Zhao Lian was that once she entered the palace gates, she had no trouble at all; no one stopped her.

The emperor once gave her a token that allowed her to freely enter and leave Wufeng Mountain.

She was prepared to take out the token, but the guards only glanced at her before letting her in.

Wasn't the palace supposed to be heavily guarded? How come it feels like I've wandered into an empty place?

What Zhao Lian didn't know was that Zhu Yuanzhang had already distributed portraits to each checkpoint, instructing them to carefully memorize the girls in the portraits.

When Zhao Lian entered the palace for the first time, she had no idea where to go. Just then, a sharp-eyed middle-aged woman walked over.

The woman scrutinized Zhao Lian from head to toe, then bowed respectfully and asked, "May I ask if you are Miss Zhao Lian?"

This is Granny Su. She watched the Emperor grow up from childhood. Although she is not his mother, she is more like a mother to him.

Looking at the girl in front of me, she wasn't particularly beautiful; you could only say she had delicate features.

His skin was a bit dark, and the most striking feature of his body was his eyes, which looked quite clever.

Granny Su sighed inwardly: "There are plenty of girls in the palace who are prettier than her. Even among the palace maids, any one of them would be better than her. I don't understand why the Emperor is going to such lengths to bring her into the palace."

Zhao Lian nodded, "Exactly!"

"I am Granny Su, please follow me, young lady!" Granny Su said, leading the way.

Zhao Lian followed with small, quick steps: "Granny Su, where is the Emperor now?"

"By the way, I heard he was injured. How badly is he hurt? Granny Su, please say something!"

Granny Su said in a distant and indifferent manner, "Please come with me, young lady, and you will know in time."

Zhao Lian wanted to ask more questions, but seeing Su Mama's distant expression, she quickly shut her mouth, thinking to herself, "Forget it, I'd better not ask. She's not going to answer anyway, so I won't look like a fool."

Just like Granny Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, Zhaolian kept looking around.

I never imagined that the palace was so big. I never realized it when I saw it on TV, but now that I'm here in person, I truly understand.

Along the way, they encountered many palace maids, who immediately bowed respectfully upon seeing Granny Su: "Greetings, Granny Su."

hmm~

Granny Su snorted, her face expressionless, and led Zhaolian through the back garden, which featured not only small bridges and flowing water, but also pavilions and towers, as well as a large lake.

After walking through the long corridor in the lake and through a rockery forest for about fifteen minutes, Su brought Zhaolian to a grand hall.

The main hall was luxuriously decorated, with many antique furniture pieces, all extremely extravagant in style and exquisitely carved. Zhao Lian couldn't help but marvel at what she saw.

If these antiques were in modern times, I wonder how much they would be worth!

"Miss, please sit down and wait a moment!" Granny Su withdrew, and soon returned with tea and snacks.

Looking at the pastries that were served, which didn't even look as good as those made by her own Yulian Pavilion, Zhaolian frowned.

I thought, if the presentation isn't good, the taste must be alright, right?

With a try-it-out mentality, Zhao Lian picked up the pastry and started eating, but she was greatly disappointed after just one bite.

Not only do they look bad, but they also taste bad. Weren't sugars very expensive in ancient times? Why are these pastries so sweet?

It's so sweet it's almost cloying!

Zhao Lian immediately felt sorry for the Emperor. She never expected that the food cooked by the head of the Imperial Kitchen was so bad. It was unbelievable that he was the Emperor. She guessed that the Emperor had never eaten anything good.