After Gao married the prince, the sick and weak concubine lost her horse

Mrs....

Shen Qingci didn't want to, and didn't want to.

Her aunt has been stuck in that position all her life, and she doesn't want to be the second aunt.

She is so wanton and happy, and she can't bear the slightest grievance. How is it different from a cage to sit in that position?
"What did Captain Zhao say?"

The smile on Shen Qingci's face froze, she put down the teacup, and raised her eyes to meet Zhao Ji's probing gaze.

"Captain Zhao may as well just say what he wants, so why bother to test him repeatedly."

Shen Qingci also noticed that although Zhao Ji had the elegance of a civil servant, he still had the directness and decisiveness of a general in his bones.

He came around in such a big circle to test, just to see her position and attitude, so that he can stand in line.

Shen Qingci said bluntly: "I don't care about that position, Captain Zhao can rest assured about that."

"Besides, my aunt's health has recovered, and I will have time to slowly select and cultivate an heir in the future. I don't need to be in a hurry, and I don't need you and me to worry about it."

Hearing what she said, Zhao Ji's eyes tightened slightly, and he looked at Shen Qingci fiercely, as if he wanted to see from Shen Qingci's expression that there was some truth in what she said.

"I heard some rumors."

"Some people say that the body of the female monarch is just the end of a crossbow. After all, except for those who were in front of the Tai Chi Palace last night, no one saw the elegant demeanor of the female monarch."

If it really gets better, with the temperament of a female monarch, she should summon the officials as soon as possible, and use the fastest speed to quell the criticism from the government and the opposition.

However, apart from the very brief appearance last night, the Tai Chi Palace returned to its previous state, and no news came out.

Oh no, there are still.

For example, the palm print female officer who was suddenly promoted in front of me.

Others still don't know the origin of this female official, but Zhao Ji knows it.

It was precisely because he knew about Shen Qingci that he thought a little more about the rumors about the female monarch's critical illness than others.

After Shen Qingci listened calmly, she finally smiled slightly while holding the teacup: "It's just a rumor, Captain Zhao also took it seriously."

This can be regarded as a positive answer to Zhao Ji's question.

I don't know if it was Shen Qingci's illusion, Zhao Ji seemed to be faintly relieved.

Shen Qingci thought about what he had said before, and tentatively said: "Just what Captain Zhao said just now, could it be that Captain Zhao already has a suitable candidate for the crown prince in his heart?"

In his opinion, the empress is critically ill, and the prince Xiao Wenyan is unworthy of virtue. At this time, one must be pushed out to convince the public.

If he hadn't already had a candidate in mind, how could he come to test Shen Qingci's attitude towards the throne.

Shen Qingci paused the hand holding the teacup, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who is it?"

Zhao Ji was silent.

Shen Qingci's gaze passed Zhao Ji, and landed on the low couch not far away.

The little ball lying on it was still unconscious and breathing weakly at this moment.

The ragged clothes on his body have been taken off, and the wounds on his body have been cleaned up and covered with herbs. The smell of medicine and blood that Shen Qingci and Sheng Tingye smelled before came from him.

The moment Shen Qingci saw this child, he had already figured out a lot.

Xu Shi noticed Shen Qingci's probing gaze, Zhao Ji stood up, and quietly stood in front of the low couch, blocking Shen Qingci's sight.

Shen Qingci put down the teacup, and said bluntly: "The person chosen by Captain Zhao, is he?"

A concubine in Qinghe Palace who was not only unfavored but also humiliated.

This really surprised Shen Qingci.

Even if Xiao Wenjue, Prince Qinghe's son, is not good enough to be a big responsibility, but there are other children born in Qinghe Palace.

Moreover, the left and right must be found in the side branch of the five clothes, and there is not only one Qinghe Palace.

Why does it have to be such a child.

With his status as a concubine, not to mention courtiers, Qinghe Prince's Mansion would strongly oppose it.

Although he didn't have much contact with him, Shen Qingci felt that Zhao Ji was calm and calm, not the kind of emotional person.

If it wasn't for special reasons, how could he make such a plan for such a child.

"Why?"

Shen Qingci raised his eyes and looked into the depths of Zhao Ji's eyes.

But he saw that his expression was as calm as water, without any waves.

Even if he met her eyes that wanted to find out, he just responded lightly: "It's nothing, the son of an old friend."

"Before, I just thought that if Miss Jiang didn't have that ambition, maybe he could give it a try. Now that the queen is safe, as Miss Jiang said, this is not something I should worry about."

Shen Qingci pondered: "The son of an old friend?"

This child is the bastard son of Qinghe King Xiao Qingyuan.

I have never heard of Zhao Ji's relationship with Xiao Qingyuan before.

Moreover, judging from his expression, the "old man" he was talking about didn't look like Xiao Qingyuan either.

There is only one possibility.

It's the child's mother.

Relying on his perception, Shen Qingci immediately thought of the painting on the wall.

She turned her head subconsciously, and looked at the woman in the picture of cold plums and proud snow that Zhao Ji was staring at before: "Is it her?"

Since this child is a concubine, his mother should also be one of the many concubines in Xiao Qingyuan's back residence.

However, she has been reduced to a situation where she is a concubine in the palace, and even the children born in a lowly status will be abused arbitrarily. The woman should not be of high birth.

But the woman in the painting is obviously not.

Although her face could not be seen clearly from a distance, she stood proudly in the wind and snow, and she was a little more proud and noble than the fragrant plum blossoms on the branches.

Shen Qingci wouldn't believe that kind of character and charm if she wasn't a girl raised by a wealthy family.

Zhao Ji's silence has already explained everything.

Shen Qingci stood up and took a few steps towards the soft couch.

Zhao Ji hesitated for a moment, but in the end he stepped aside.

Shen Qingci went straight to the soft couch and stood still.

Sheng Tingye, who had been silently accompanying her all this time, also stepped forward, and before Shen Qingci could speak, he had already reached for the child's bare, scarred wrist.

Before Sheng Tingye opened his mouth, Shen Qingci already had a guess in his heart.

"He was poisoned?"

Before that, Xiao Wenjue was so sure that the child would return to Qinghe Palace, probably because of this.

Sheng Tingye, who quickly took the pulse and withdrew his hand, nodded to Shen Qingci, confirming her guess.

"Only I can save?"

Since Zhao Ji knew who she was, of course he also knew the secret of the glass fire beads on her body.

This child is originally the blood of the Xiao family, so it is theoretically feasible to save her with the blood that was nourished by the glass fire beads.

Under Shen Qingci's questioning, Zhao Ji turned his head away, his eyes inadvertently fell on the woman in the painting, and his originally cold eyes suddenly softened a little.

He didn't answer, but Shen Qingci sneered and answered for him: "It turns out that Captain Zhao planned this good show today, and he is waiting for me here."

Zhao Ji suddenly turned his gaze back from the scroll, and it was the first time he looked at Shen Qingci so seriously.