I became an exiled convict after we got married

Chapter 12 What to Do

Hearing the concubine and aunt mention her, Wan Jinlan's spirit was shaken. She knew that this was the reason why she was able to sit in the Jinchun Hall today.

Shen Qing's ears also perked up, but her face remained silent.

Last night, she and her husband talked about the matter, although he got an affirmative answer, but the imperial concubine's heart is not dead, she can't relax for a day.

Concubine Wan Gui stared at the old man eagerly, wanting to see what he had to say.

The old man is exactly sixty today, most of his hair is white, and the dimples on his face tell of the trials and hardships he has experienced in his youth and adulthood.

He put down the teacup and said, "Qin'er, my grandson has only been Princess Anyang from the beginning to the end."

It's not that the third prince is bad, on the contrary, he is very considerate to the government.

But his gallantry is purposeful, not pure.

Guan Sheng has acted in the style of these years, the old Duke does not want to get involved in the battle for succession, the future is unclear, and he does not want to gamble with the whole family, as long as it is safe.

Concubine Wan Gui understood and frowned.

"Father, I've already been hanged there."

There was a bit of worry in her voice.

The old lady held her hand tightly, "You have been stable in the palace for many years, and we all believe that you can handle it well. The third prince is not your own, so even if you cool him down, no one can say anything about you."

"At any time, the government will always be your backing." Duke Zhen Guo said forcefully.

The old lady sighed inwardly.

When Concubine Wan Gui told her her plan before, she really thought about the future.

Which family does not want to produce a queen and become a descendant?

Although her second granddaughter is fond of martial arts and is a bit good at it, she has the best appearance and exquisite mind. She is intelligent. If she sits in a high position and has the support of the government, she can be as stable as a mountain.

However, both the old Duke and the eldest son said so, so she had no choice but to let go of those thoughts unwillingly.

What else can Concubine Wan Gui do, she can only rethink her future path.

She stretched out her hand and called Wan Jinlan to her, and took off an extremely beautiful blood-red bracelet from her wrist.

"After listening to this, what's your opinion on my aunt?"

Wan Jinlan shook her head, "It's not easy for my aunt, I hope my aunt is well."

In the past, every time she entered the palace, her aunt treated her very gently. In the palace, she was also protected by her aunt.

She wouldn't be resentful towards her aunt because of unsettled matters.

Compared with Tang Xiuning, who was about to marry a martial artist with leg problems, and Wu Shouren, who was married to the county magistrate of Kangping, a nobleman like the third prince was not bad in terms of identity and appearance.

Concubine Wan Gui was already bright and eye-catching, but now she smiled, and the tassels in her bun swayed slightly, which was more eye-catching than the winter jasmine flowers in February.

She held Wan Jinlan's hand, and said gratifiedly, "Aunt knows you are a good boy, go out and find Anyang."

After Wan Jinlan saluted, she withdrew from the Jinchun Hall.

The elders stopped her from listening, so she had to come out.

Temporarily freed from the trouble of getting married, Wan Jinlan's mood brightened.

Princess Anyang was playing pot throwing with a group of noble boys and girls. Because she failed to hit a pot, she was laughed at by Wang Minghui, Chen Yueru and others.

Wan Jinlan joined the battlefield and hit several blows one after another.

Anyang applauded with applause, with a smug face, as if she had won.

Xiao Minghuan, who was dressed in a blue brocade robe, praised: "Cousin Lan is really amazing. This hand can not only paint, but also throw pots, and hits a hundred hits."

Wan Jinlan felt that his compliments were so childish and superficial that they couldn't even compliment her heart.

Although she was young, she could clearly feel the flattery towards her in San Xiao Minghuan's words.

Half a month ago, not long after she returned to Beijing, on the day he came to the palace to deliver fresh fish, he even asked his personal servant to deliver Jinji cakes to Chuntao.

Wan Jinlan felt that the third prince might think that she was young, gluttonous and obedient.

The imperial concubine returned home and stayed in the mansion for less than an hour before getting up and driving back to the palace.

Even so, everyone who came to the banquet today felt that the noble concubine was worthy of being the one who had been a favorite concubine for many years and could outshine the queen's limelight. This holy favor lasted ten years like a day.

Wan Qiuyu, who is far away in Menghao Pavilion in Yangzhou, has been having some troubles recently.

Because of being "delicate and expensive" to wash clothes, I fell ill with a high fever, and then found that my life had started again.

She is both happy and anxious.

Anxious that he was still in the quagmire, he had to find a way to get out.

There is still a lot of time before Wan Jinlan and Shen Shi come to Yangzhou, and she has a hard time every day.

During the recuperation period, there is no need to worry about Mama Hong selling her out, so she can think about what happened in her previous life.

When she first entered the palace, the queen knew that she was also a girl from the palace, and she was lost when she was young. She treated her with kindness and majesty, and was kind of close.

When walking freely in the palace, she inquired about many queens.

At that time, the relationship between the Empress and His Majesty had cracked. She had heard from the maid that Her Majesty and the Empress were childhood sweethearts when she was still King Duan.

Considering the reputation of his daughter's family, the first emperor bestowed a marriage on Duan Wang and Wan Jinlan.

At this time Wan Qiuyu sat on the couch with a plain face, thinking hard about when that incident happened.

It happened around the Mid-Autumn Festival of a certain year in a temple in the suburbs of Beijing.

She wasn't sure what year it was, but she was worried that Wan Jinlan would be married to Prince Duan again if she didn't return to the mansion.

When she and Wan Jinlan had a good relationship, Wan Jinlan had once confided in her.

When Wan Jinlan was young, she had no affection for His Majesty, so she didn't want to marry him at first.

Wan Qiuyu wholeheartedly wanted to enter the palace again and become a master, and she didn't want to be subservient to Wan Jinlan again.

She has self-knowledge, knowing that the identity of the concubine of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion cannot become the right concubine of Duan Wang, but if Wan Jinlan wants to become the right concubine of Duan Wang again, wouldn't she have to live under her hands in the future?
That woman, who has dominated the government for many years, is so cruel that even His Majesty was poisoned to death by her.

Thinking of Wan Jinlan's methods in her previous life, Wan Qiuyu felt lingering fear.

The concubine can be anyone, but she can no longer be her!
She is confident that with the experience of her previous life, she will definitely win in Xiao Minghuan's harem.

As long as she ascends to a high position, Wan Jinlan will be naturally suppressed.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is only ten days away, so she has to do something for peace of mind.

The sun shines through the window and the thin and charming curtains, and falls on Wan Qiuyu's plain face, reflecting her bright and ambitious eyes.

Since the old Duke's birthday, Shen Qing's complexion has improved visibly with the naked eye, her spirits have also recovered, and she has become more round and smooth again.

Zhen Guogong Wan Shizhong's appointment documents as the new minister of the Ministry of War have also come down, and he has been in court for several days, and he goes to the government office every day, leaving early and returning late.

This matter still caused quite a stir in Beijing, but most of them were discussed in private, and many people thought it was a stupid move for Duke Zhen to come back from the southwest on his own initiative.

But there are also those who see it clearly, and think that Lord Zhen is also a very courageous and capable person.

(End of this chapter)