imperial psychologist

Chapter 161 Mother and Son

In Prince Gong's mansion, Princess Zhen has checked the layout of the guest house repeatedly, and the servants came to report that the prince has returned from Hu's mansion - so it should be halfway through the road at this moment.

Zhen Shi looked at her appearance in the mirror again, and after making some adjustments, she ordered her servants to go to the main entrance to wait with her.

Walking halfway, Mrs. Zhen looked up at the night sky full of clouds, but for some reason, she couldn't calm down for a while.

"Let's go this way." She suddenly stopped and raised her finger in the direction of the prince's residence.

"Does the concubine want to visit the prince?" asked the servant beside him, "It's already this time, the prince should be asleep."

"Then go and have a look." Zhen said in a low voice.

The servants responded in a low voice, and the servant who was walking in front with the lantern turned in the direction of Zhen's finger.

A group of people soon came to the courtyard where the son lived in silence. Through the low bamboo fence, Mrs. Zhen could vaguely see flickering candles inside——the son was still awake.

Maybe there really is such a thing as a heart-to-heart relationship between mother and child?
Mrs. Zhen sighed, and sent someone to call the door, only to find that the courtyard door was half-closed, and there was no night watchman in the courtyard.

Feeling ominous in Zhen's heart, she was about to rush in to have a look, when suddenly a person rushed over from behind - it was Lu Dou, the great companion who took care of the son's daily necessities since childhood.

"You don't wait by Shizi's side in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" Zhen Shi was slightly annoyed, pointing at the empty courtyard, "Where is everyone! Is this how you take care of Shizi!"

"Back to the princess, it's not that the servants are neglecting their duties," the eunuch lowered his head and replied, "After the son came back from the prince tonight, he asked everyone to go to the palace to catch crickets. He said that he heard crickets on the way back. Call……"

"Ridiculous," Zhen interrupted, "Even Lixia hasn't arrived yet, where did the crickets come from?"

"The maidservant also said the same thing, but... but the son insisted, and no one was left in the yard to serve him. If we refused, the son would hit the corner of the table with his hands and feet. We were really afraid that the son would hurt us... ..."

As he said that, Lu Dou raised his head and looked at the princess sadly, "So I let everyone else go to the yard to catch crickets, and I stayed here to listen to the movement. If anything happens, I can take care of you." ..."

There was a rare fire in Zhen's eyes, and he slapped Lu Daban's face, "Bastard!"

Lu Dou was stunned for a moment, and without any explanation, he quickly slapped himself from left to right, and cried as he slapped, "Princess, be careful, don't hurt your nails for the slaves..."

Zhen Shi was in no mood to ask any more questions, she turned around and walked towards the prince's room with worry, her companion didn't dare to delay, so she hurriedly got up and followed behind the concubine.

After entering the door and bypassing the screen, Mrs. Zhen saw Shizi lying on the bed alone.

"Cong'er." She called out.

The boy was lying on his side facing the wall, neither turning his head nor responding.

Mrs. Zhen sat close to Shizi's bed, "Are you asleep?"

Shizi didn't answer, but just moved his body inside again.

Zhenshi suddenly realized something, and reached out to explore Shizi's pillow - the place where her cheek was close to the pillow was already wet.

... This child was crying secretly by himself again.

Zhen frowned, stretched out her hand to hold her son's shoulder, and wanted him to turn around to look at her, but Shi Zi immediately pulled his shoulder away as if convulsed, and sat up straight in a flash.

Zhen felt that something was wrong, "...was it hurt when you were in the study just now?"

"...No." The boy gave his mother a cold look, then lowered his eyes, "I just don't like people touching me."

Lu Dou on the side said aggrievedly, "Back to the princess, not only did the lord fight tonight, but the son practiced archery too hard a few days ago, so..."

"Shut up!" The boy sitting on the bed blushed a little, he grabbed the pillow in his hand and threw it at Lu Dou, "When is it your turn to intervene when I'm talking to the concubine mother?"

The soft down pillow landed on Lu Dou's body with a bang, and he pursed his lips to catch it.

"Go get some ginger and wine, and a knife and a bowl." Zhen ordered softly.

Lu Dou stepped back in response, and came in with a tray in his arms after a while, and placed all the things the princess ordered on the table.

Zhen stood up, took a knife and cut out a section of two palm-sized pieces of ginger, then threw both pieces of ginger into a bowl, and poured half a bowl of wine into it.

Then, she took out a piece of rice paper from the desk, ignited it in the candle, then quickly pinched one end of the rice paper, and flicked the flame in the wine bowl, and the whole bowl immediately ignited a blue flame.

"Cong'er, sit here and let Mother see the injury on your back."

"I—" Shizi still wanted to refuse.

"Chen Yicong."

Mrs. Zhen suddenly called Shizi's name, Shizi instinctively felt a chill down his spine, he lowered his head, suppressed the grievance and anger in his heart, got out of bed and sat beside Mrs. Zhen.

Lu Dou on the side held a candlestick and approached to illuminate the princess at the right time. The prince took off his clothes, revealing his scarred back and arms.

Zhen Shi gasped when she saw it, "Didn't you say it was just practicing arrows? Practicing arrows will hurt you like this!?"

The prince didn't answer.

Lu Dou turned his eyes to look at the two masters beside him, and couldn't help but said, "The princess doesn't know, the prince often goes to the shooting range to see the prince, and sometimes the prince accidentally misses the target, and the prince..."

Before he finished speaking, Shizi had already slapped the table with his palm, and Lu Dou could only keep silent.

Zhen looked at her son's back distressedly, although the injuries were not serious, only some bruises were left on the general, and the skin and flesh were still good, but seeing these mottled marks made her really worried.

"Where's the blood on the arm?" Zhen asked softly, "Did you do it tonight?"

"It's the inkstone." Shizi whispered, "I was distracted tonight, so I didn't avoid it, but it doesn't hurt."

"Why doesn't it hurt?" Lu Dou interjected again, "The corner of the inkstone is so sharp, the clothes of the son of the prince were all scratched. If you don't believe me, I brought the clothes to the princess to see—"

Shizi turned his head and stared at Lu Dou, "Get out for me."

Feeling helpless, Zhen waved lightly to Lu Dou, signaling him to go down first.

Only then did Lu Dou retreat respectfully, "The slaves are right outside the door, and the masters call me when they have orders."

As Lu Dou closed the door from the outside, the room fell silent, only to hear the alcohol ignited by the flames burning the ginger, and Mrs. Zhen moved a stool to sit beside Shizi.

She skillfully pinched a piece of ginger from the flames with her bare hands, pressed it to the bruised place on Shizi's back while it was still hot, and rubbed it vigorously repeatedly.

"Does it hurt? Bear with it..." Mrs. Zhen said softly, "Several spots on your back are still bluish-yellow. After a while, the bruise will disperse, and the pain will stop."

Shizi didn't say a word, just closed his eyes, biting his long hair that was hanging down.

After kneading and rubbing for a while, Mrs. Zhen cut up the old ginger noodles, threw the ginger piece back into the fire to burn, and then picked up another piece of hot ginger and rubbed it again.

After a while, Shizi was sweating profusely from the pain, and the bluish-yellow wound on his back gradually turned into a large area of ​​purple-red—although it looked more hideous, the pain was much less painful than before.

"Mother is too busy these days..." Mrs. Zhen said in a low voice, "So it's mother's fault that I didn't take good care of Cong'er..."

Shizi relaxed his brows and opened his eyes slightly.

"Actually, your father invited me several times to go to the hunting ground together, but mother's embroidery work was too heavy, and she was rushing to give gifts to your emperor's grandfather. Who else will do it..."

Shizi said something vaguely, Zhen Shi didn't hear clearly, but the tone seemed to be considerate.

"As for your father..." Zhen's hands stopped, she was silent for a while, and then she whispered, "Don't hate him, it's his first time being a father, so it's a mess."

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