Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Concubine Cheng saw Jiang Yi's surprised eyes, but her firm words did not waver.

Concubine Cheng repeated it coldly, "She shouldn't have come back..."

"I can't come back either."

This made Jiang Yi completely unable to ignore the entanglement between Concubine Cheng and his younger sister An Le.

The two women closest to him, the two women with whom he had constant blood entanglements, for some reason, not only became indifferent and alienated, but also...

Jiang Yi didn't know if it was his own delusion, he always felt that his mother... mother hated An Le for some reason, or, to be precise, her mother already had the intention to kill An Le,
Jiang Yi's eyes trembled as he looked at Concubine Cheng, and he clenched his fists even tighter. No one in his long sleeves saw the veins in his arms burst.

"I want to come back in peace."

Jiang Yi was very resolute this time, not only his firm determination to let Anle come back, but also his firm desire to bridge the relationship between mother and daughter.

But Concubine Cheng who was facing him still had that noble and indifferent look, as if she didn't hear Jiang Yi's words, or... didn't care about what her weak son said at all.

Seeing this, Jiang Yi knew that if she was no longer resolute, her mother would never listen to her opinion.

The voice fell behind, and the room fell into an eerie silence.

Under the power of the two gradually confronting each other, the palace servant next to the two knelt down with frightened eyes.

One is the prince who is about to ascend the throne, and the other is the concubine who will become the queen mother.

The palace people tried their best to prostrate on the ground, with their heads firmly on the ground. They would rather be ignored than provoke the anger of the two of them at this time.

Right in the center of the storm, Jiang Yi said firmly:

"...I want to come back in peace."

This made Concubine Cheng look into Jiang Yi's eyes for the first time when she entered the palace.

Although she thinks she has a very firm reason, and she is not willing to give in.But this time, her baby still surprised her.

Concubine Cheng's eyes were still firm and sharp, like sharp swords.

In the previous years, in front of Jiang Yi, Concubine Cheng showed such extraordinary composure and calm tactics countless times.

As a mother, she told the old emperor's ears about the kindness of this son time and time again, and wiped her ass for the things her child did time and time again.

Maybe... She once thought that her child could be more courageous and ruthless.

Concubine Cheng looked back to the past, and she suddenly remembered when Jiang Yi had just entered the school.

One day, Concubine Cheng looked at the young Jiang Yi, Wang Huanzhi, and Fu Sheng in tattered clothes, and returned to the East Palace in a state of embarrassment.

She called the maid to change their clothes, and learned the whole story from the servant.

It was just that King Wen, who had not yet been crowned king at that time, brought a few brothers to make trouble with them everywhere.

At that time, the young Jiang Yi was not good at martial arts, Wang Huanzhi was also from a scholarly family, and only Fu Sheng beat the five or six people opposite him.

So in the end they fell into a disadvantage and went home in tatters.

Concubine Cheng waved her hand, watching Jiang Yi walk up to him in small steps with a timid expression.

"Why are you always being bullied?" Cheng Guifei asked.

"Because...because I am the prince, I have to treat my brothers kindly..."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yi quietly raised his head and glanced at Concubine Cheng, then lowered his head in a panic.

At that time, Concubine Cheng looked at the prince in front of her, and felt that this child was not at all like her, much less like Jiang Qi.

She touched Jiang Yi's head indifferently, and said coldly: "No, that's because you are not strong enough."

Before Jiang Yi could enjoy the warmth of his mother, Concubine Cheng impatiently walked out of the Eastern Palace,
Before leaving, he specially found the attendants of the Eastern Palace to give Jiang Yiduo lessons in riding, archery and swordsmanship.

Time seemed to pass by, and the not-so-old Concubine Cheng raised her head to look at Jiang Yi, but she felt as if she had passed away.

So...has it been so long?

The prince who used to just act like a baby in his mother's arms has grown up.

Not long after, it was his enthronement ceremony.

On the other side, Jiang Yi saw Concubine Cheng's dazed expression, and thought that he had persuaded his mother.

He chose to take advantage of the victory and pursue it happily, not wanting to waste such a good opportunity.

Opposite Concubine Cheng, Jiang Yi took another step closer, his voice gentle and powerful.

"Just this time... Anle hasn't returned to the capital for a long time, so you don't want to see her anymore?"

This sentence completely moved Concubine Cheng's persistence.

Her eyes slowly moved away from Jiang Yi's body, looking towards the main entrance of the hall.

The beauty of this spring day came into view, and Concubine Cheng couldn't help feeling emotional.

It's been a year...

She forced herself to stop thinking about An Le, and forced herself to hate the ghost who robbed her daughter's body.

But the more you avoid it, the more you will be remembered.

When dreaming back at midnight, the appearance of An Le and the laughter of her lovely child lingered in Concubine Cheng's dream.

Concubine Cheng was in a daze for a while, and Jiang Yi restrained her temper to give her mother time to waver.

Suddenly, Jiang Yi heard Concubine Cheng say: "Then make a plan...to expel her from Daxia."

It was like a heavy sigh, pressing down on Jiang Yi's heart.

Afterwards, Concubine Cheng walked straight out of the Chongguang Hall from the main entrance with her family members.

Under the sunlight, Concubine Cheng sighed in her heart.

'Hope...hope I've done nothing wrong...'

"Anle, my good boy, when will you come back..."

Inside the palace with carved beams and painted buildings, Jiang Yi turned his head to look at his mother's back, and lowered his clenched fists.

"That's great...but the queen mother won't back down anymore..."

Knowing this, Jiang Yi made up his mind.

'It can't go on like this...'

"Come back soon..."

……

青夷
When receiving the news from Daxia, Wu Xian was playing chess with Wu Nandun.

The two sat opposite each other, with a small sandalwood table in the middle and a chessboard on it.

On the chessboard, two pieces of black and white are intertwined, like a maze.

Wu Nandun held a black chess piece in one hand, resting his hand on his chin, looking like he was bowing his head in thought.

But Wu Xian, who was opposite him, had already broken his can, leaned on the back of his chair and beat Hache.

"Nandun, what are you struggling with! Come on!" Wu Xian urged angrily.

On the opposite side, Wu Nan was neither angry nor annoyed, and said in a slow voice, "Isn't the minister intimidated by His Majesty's chess strength~ Slow down, slow down..."

"You..."

Wu Xian looked at Wu Nandun's cautious steps, and said with emotion.

Under Wu Xian's urging in every possible way, Wu Nandun slowly took a breath.

Wu Xian quickly picked up a white piece and dropped it.

"Why are you hesitating..." Wu Xian muttered softly.

Every time they played chess with Wu Nandun, there was never a time when the two decided the winner before the sun went down.