The Regent's Sweetheart

Chapter 755 Children
I heard that it hurts for a woman to give birth, and the fear was replaced by the joy in my heart.

Seeing this, Xuemei hurriedly comforted her: "Your Majesty, don't worry, even a daughter prince would like it."

Having said that, Xuemei was still worried.

Although there are no other women in the palace now, but after the security is not complete, there is still a son who will be by his side.

Even if the prince favors other women in the future and neglects her mother-in-law, she will go and kill the prince. When the time comes, the mother will have a son, who will be the first son, and the empress will be the head of the family.

Throw out those who don't like it!
Lin Jiaojiao didn't know what Xuemei was thinking at the moment, but she was worried and worried, she sighed and said: "Go and bring me a bowl of the leftover rock sugar lotus seeds."

She remembered that after serving Yan Sihan a bowl, there was still a lot left.

Xuemei also moved quickly, and brought a bowl over in a short while. She took a sip of the soup first, it was cooler than when it was just out of the pot, sweet and moist.

The lotus seeds are also soft and sweet...bitter!
Immediately her face was wrinkled together, she forgot to take out the lotus heart!

But Yan Sihan didn't say anything when he ate it, instead he told her that it was delicious, and he felt guilty for a while.

Fortunately, I ate the whole bowl, so I can have a long memory for myself.

"Niang Niang, go to bed quickly, it's getting late, you're not in good spirits, don't hold on." Xuemei put away the bowl and handed it to Dongxue.

Lin Jiaojiao nodded, washed up and went to bed, and soon after she lay down, she heard the sound of slow breathing.

Xuemei was a little surprised, she pinched the quilt for the person on the bed, blew on the lamp and left.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Lin Jiaojiao was still in bed, but the mansion was already busy, and she was supposed to take a rest today, but Yan Sihan left the mansion very early.

"Xuemei..." Lin Jiaojiao sat up from the bed, and Xuemei immediately entered the room when she heard the movement.

After tidying up, Lin Jiaojiao said: "Let's go to the prince's side. I remember that the prince will take a rest today and have breakfast together."

It has been a long time since she had breakfast with Yan Sihan.

Xuemei hesitated, then shook her head: "Madam, I'm afraid I can't do it today, the prince has gone out."

"Going out?" Lin Jiaojiao wondered subconsciously, could it be something important?

Just as she was thinking about it, she heard Xuemei say: "Prime Minister Mu passed away last night, and the maidservant heard from sister Qing Xing that the lord has gone to the prime minister's mansion to take care of the funeral for Prime Minister Mu."

"Oh." Lin Jiaojiao nodded, and said something was up... "What?" She was startled, and looked at Xuemei: "Who did you say died?"

Xuemei was stunned for a moment, then whispered, "Prime Minister Mu."

This……

How could it be earlier than the previous life?correct!stay!How did she come back and forget about this?

After patting her head, she hurriedly said: "Xuemei change the plain clothes for me."

"Ah? Ma'am, are you going to..."

"Yes." Lin Jiaojiao responded impatiently.

Changing into plain clothes, she went to the Prime Minister's Mansion in a carriage. Along the way, there were people coming and going in the imperial street. She lifted a little curtain, and the capital city was still so lively.

According to the usual rules, the death of an important minister in the country is not a national funeral, but the street will be restrained, but the street is still very lively.

The Prime Minister's Mansion arrived soon. It was an unremarkable mansion with simple and elegant decoration, and the white lanterns at the door swayed in the wind.

The prime minister's mansion, which was very deserted in the past, has become lively now. In the past, these officials had no contact with Prime Minister Mu, but today there are an endless stream of people who come to mourn the prime minister.

(End of this chapter)