"Empress, the water is coming."

When Zheng Zi came in with hot water, the imperial concubine had recovered from her selflessness just now. Her face was as calm as a pool of water, without any ripples.

The previous scene seemed to have never happened.

But in fact, that scene was not that bad.

The imperial concubine didn't know why she did that. She was already a woman in her forties and a grandmother with her grandsons of several years old. But she really wanted it, and then she couldn't help but go that way.

Just as after each wave, the imperial concubine is calm now.

Blushing, for a woman of her age, there is no reason for it to exist.

As for the chaos outside, the imperial concubine didn't care, and didn't care at all.

She knew that she was sure to win.

This time, no one can drive her out of the Ganqing Palace again, and no one will dare to ride on her head again.

From the moment she made up her mind to fight, she had actually won.

He can't even lose, because he won't ignore her, let alone his son.

Since you have won, why bother with what you are making trouble outside? What are the old guys in the Silijian thinking?

The hot towel was applied to her face, making the concubine feel that the pores in her body relaxed again. She sniffed the heat from the towel, and then wiped her husband, who was unable to move and had no consciousness, as before.

The movements are still gentle.

Wanli hasn't woken up for three days, and the people in the Imperial Hospital are at a loss - the emperor can no longer eat, and can't even eat rice soup.

It’s better to say that the emperor is still alive, just waiting to die.

The imperial physicians muttered privately, but they didn't know when His Majesty would be chanted.

Perhaps, if you can't wait for the Empress's coffin to enter the imperial tomb, Your Majesty will have to do things here.

Before this, Wanli had not woken up. He had woken up four times in total. But every time he woke up, he was short, and every time he did not speak.

If Wanli didn't say a last word, then the last time he said that dreaming of Queen Wang was probably the last sentence left to the world by this emperor who had been in the forty-seven years.

Regardless of whether the husband has loved him or not, the imperial concubine must fulfill her obligation as a wife during the years before her death.

It has nothing to do with loyalty or guilt.

"Empress, you have stayed up all night, so let's take a rest first, I'm here." Zheng Zi took the towel from the imperial concubine and soaked it in hot water.

"How is it outside?" The imperial concubine finally asked about it outside.

Zheng Zi whispered while washing the towel: "When I went to fetch water, I heard from the people below that there were imperial troops outside the palace, and the young master was calling the door."

"My master? What's his name?"

The imperial concubine was a little puzzled, but before Zheng Zi could speak, she understood and couldn't help but smile: "It seems that our prince also understands the principle of being a hero."

"The people from Silijian rushed to the palace gate. I wonder if they dare to open the door." After squeezing the washed towel dry, Zheng Zi stopped talking.

"If you want to ask, ask what you want."

It may be that the previous relaxation caused some physical and mental fatigue, and the imperial concubine was a little lost.

"Empress..."

Zheng Zi hesitated for a while and finally asked, "Will King Fu come to Beijing?"

"What, do you even think that I will change the prince?" The imperial concubine was a little surprised.

Zheng Zi shook her head: "I don't know."

The imperial concubine was silent for a moment and said, "Xun'er won't go to Beijing."

———

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zi became nervous: "If you are still the prince, you will be..."

"I think, but he won't let it go."

The imperial concubine looked a little disappointed. She knew what Zi Yatou wanted to say, but she was really helpless about this matter.

Everyone outside thought that the Imperial Army was her Concubine Zheng's soldier, and she had the troops in hand. She did not do whatever she wanted.

But the problem is that some things are not done by her concubine as she wants.

At least, when it comes to the issue of the Eastern Palace Priesthood, that kid is different from what she thinks.

"Why?"

Of course, Zheng Zi knew who "he" was, but she was even more puzzled because she knew it.

With his relationship with the imperial concubine, he has the ability to depose the crown prince, so why should he keep the crown prince?

Wouldn't he be afraid that the prince would liquidate him, the "power eunuch" who holds military power after he ascended the throne in the future?

Since ancient times, powerful ministers have not ended well, and even more so for powerful eunuchs.

Wang Zhen, Liu Jin, and Feng Bao, which one has a good ending?

Zheng Zi really couldn't figure it out. Although she was a woman, if she did this, she would probably do it more thoroughly.

At least, she will not leave any disaster to herself.

Why?

The imperial concubine actually couldn't understand. He gave many reasons, such as for the stability of the court, to avoid civil war, and to develop the country in the long run.

But the imperial concubine thought about it herself, perhaps the biggest reason was that she was not the queen.

"Appoint a legitimate and a eldest son."

The queen's son is the legitimate son. If you want to replace the current crown prince with King Fu, the premise must be that the imperial concubine becomes the queen. Then King Fu can be more valuable than the eldest son as the legitimate son.

Zheng Zi understood, but her brows frowned even more, looking at the motionless emperor with a worried look: "Your Majesty?" She wanted to say that Your Majesty is about to fail. If the imperial concubine still cannot become the queen before His Majesty's death, and Wei Liangchen refused to let King Fu go to Beijing to replace the prince, then the world of the Ming Dynasty will still belong to the prince in the future.

The imperial concubine sighed quietly. She had thought of this relationship for a long time, but there was no way to solve it in front of her, unless the reform he said could bring the prince together. But now the prince has closed his mind and this hope has been cut off.

"Forget it, don't think about it anymore, it's better now than before."

The imperial concubine rubbed her temples and said something to Zi Yatou, "Actually, I don't want Xun'er to enter Beijing now, let alone become the crown prince."

"Why?" Zheng Zi was even more puzzled.

"Because of the slightest."

.............

Heavy snow covered the entire capital, and turned the Forbidden City into a white makeup.

Under the heavy snow, everyone on the palace gate had a serious expression, and their eyes fell on a chubby figure in front of the palace gate without exception.

That was His Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty.

The prince has called the door three times.

When the officers of the guards called out, they did not dare to open the door, nor did they dare to open it, nor did they dare to answer the conversation. They really had no idea and looked at the red-robed big men in panic.

Qian Zhong, who arrived first with Ma Tang, looked at it and then said that since the prince called the door, he opened the palace gate to welcome the prince. This is also their duty as a slave.

"What's wrong with the prince? The prince can't open it!"

"You are blind! Your Highness has been controlled by the rebels and will not suffer from his life. Do you understand!"

Of course, Ma Tang disagreed with opening the palace gate. Not to mention the prince now, even if the emperor asked to open the door outside, Eunuch Ma would not be allowed to open it.

"Ma Tang, you don't even listen to the words of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Why do you look more like a rebel?" Zhang Cheng was sarcastic and swaying over slowly.
Chapter completed!