Red Mansion Beijingwang

Yongwang Mansion, the warm room in the wing.

Zhang Paner, wearing a deep blue skirt, walked in holding a jade bowl in her slender hands. She was a beautiful woman at her prime, with her long black hair tied up in a bun, and her bright face shone like a gorgeous red peony.

Walking to the bed, Zhang Pan'er lowered her eyes to look at the young man on the bed, placed the jade bowl on the table at one side, opened her red lips and said softly, "My lord, it's time to take the medicine."

Prince Yong, who was lying on the couch, looked pale. With the help of Zhang Pan'er, he leaned on the pillow and said in annoyance, "This illness has delayed my work."

Zhang Pan'er's face was calm, her bright eyes twinkled beneath her willow-shaped eyebrows, and she soothed him softly, "Your Highness, that's why you should take medicine. Only then will your illness heal faster and not interfere with your business."

Prince Yong felt relieved upon hearing this. He looked at the beauty with a gentle look in his eyes and said softly, "Pan'er, you are right. I was upset just now, so my tone was a little irritable. Please don't be offended, Pan'er."

He was busy showing off his presence in the court, but who would have thought that he suddenly fell ill. He stayed in the mansion to rest for the past two days but his condition did not improve. He became irritable, and his negative emotions inevitably affected the people around him.

Zhang Pan'er picked up the jade bowl on the table and said gently, "Your Highness, what you said is true. You and I are husband and wife, so there is nothing to be surprised about. As long as Your Highness can be healthy in Fujian, I will be happy."

Upon hearing this, Prince Yong was quite moved, and his eyes moved slightly as he looked at his virtuous wife.

To be honest, Zhang Pan'er was originally a pretty lady. After giving birth to a child, she became more mature. Her gentle and warm temperament made Prince Yong feel a little excited.

If not.
It was a pity that Zhang Paner's body was not clean. Even though he was the one who took the lead, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Pan'er noticed the strange look in Prince Yong's eyes. Her beautiful face did not show it, but her heart was filled with sneers. What a cold-hearted man! No matter what her original intention was, as long as she felt that she had let him down, she would turn against him without mercy.

People say that women are narrow-minded, but when men become narrow-minded, they are scary.

She held the spoon in her bare hands and scooped a spoonful of medicine. She lowered her head slightly and blew on it. Then she handed it forward and said in a gentle voice, "Your Highness, take the medicine."

Prince Yong lowered his head and took the medicine. The bitterness spread in his mouth and his pale face wrinkled into a ball, but his heart was warm. His eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the gentle beauty in front of him.

Well, we still need a queen after all, and someone as virtuous as Pan'er is just the right person.

Thinking of this, Prince Yong seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "Pan'er, is there any news from Uncle Sixteen?"

Zhang Paner's heart paused when she heard this. A hint of gloom flashed across her bright eyes beneath her willow-leaf brows, which disappeared in an instant. She shook her head and said, "No."

Since An'er was born, she and her uncle have hardly seen each other. How could she not feel resentful and even miss him after such a long period of time?

Besides, it’s too cruel that my uncle’s children don’t even come to visit.

However, she also knew that the two of them should not be involved, so she expressed her attitude considerately last time. However, although such a woman is reasonable, deep down in her heart, she still hopes to feel safe.

Alas. Now that they have children, the bond between her and her uncle cannot be severed. Whenever it is late at night and everyone is asleep, she lies alone, unable to sleep, recalling every moment she spent with her uncle.

Thinking of the sweet times with my uncle makes me happy, but thinking of the ways my uncle humiliated me makes me feel ashamed and secretly hate him.

But at this moment, even if she wanted her uncle to humiliate her, it would be impossible.

Prince Yong frowned upon hearing this, and said with a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Pan'er, Uncle Sixteen is an indispensable helper to us. Now that we have An'er, I think he will not ignore it. In the future, you should pay more attention and don't cut off contact with your uncle."

Originally, he had become close to Shui Rong because of Zhang Pan'er, and he almost believed that Prince Beijing's Mansion was his helper. However, with the birth of An'er, Shui Rong began to avoid him, which left him helpless.

Now that Prince Beijing's Mansion has twins, it seems that An'er is not valued. Now the only one he can rely on is Zhang Pan'er.

Shui Rong probably didn't care about his unfamiliarity with Zhang Pan'er because he was tired of her. But now Zhang Pan'er was becoming more mature and charming, so was he afraid that he couldn't attract Shui Rong's heart?
That's why Prince Yong asked Zhang Pan'er to put some thought into it so as to pull Prince Beijing's Mansion onto the chariot.

When Zhang Paner heard this, her beautiful eyes fell on the cold and stern face of Prince Yong. Her eyes were dim and filled with contempt.

Look, he feels that he has value, so he starts to instigate her again. But if she does what he says, he will annoy her afterwards, which shows that he is cold and indifferent.

Why, do I have to kneel down and beg again?
Pursing her pink lips, Zhang Pan'er narrowed her bright eyes under her long eyelashes and replied softly, "I understand. Your Majesty, please rest assured."

Prince Yong's eyes moved slightly, and with his slightly trembling hands, he held the beautiful woman's slender hands, patted them encouragingly, and said in a gentle voice: "Pan'er, thank you for your hard work for our future."

Zhang Paner withdrew his hand without leaving a trace, feeling disgusted in his heart. Look at what he said, he didn't even take his own An'er into account. As the saying goes, the truth lies in the details. It can be seen that An'er is just a tool to him and is dispensable.

Besides, what future do they have? The obstacle to their future is Yongwang.

Humph, it will be soon. With the only obstacle gone, my uncle won't have to worry about anything, and the three of them, mother and son, will be reunited.

At this moment, someone outside suddenly reported: "Your Majesty, Prince Beijing is here to visit."

Upon hearing this, Prince Yong was shocked, and then he said happily: "Sixteenth Uncle is here, Pan'er, help me get dressed, I will go to greet Sixteenth Uncle."

I just talked about Uncle Sixteen and unexpectedly he came to visit me. What a pleasant surprise!
But just as Prince Yong was about to stand up, his face turned red, and then he couldn't help coughing, and his face turned blue.

Zhang Pan'er stepped forward and patted Prince Yong's back. Her bright eyes sparkled with a strange light, and her delicate eyebrows were filled with joy. Her heart was filled with happiness.

Uncle is here!
Seeing Prince Yong coughing non-stop, Zhang Pan'er's heart was moved, and she suggested: "Your Highness is not feeling well, why not invite your uncle into the house? I think your uncle won't mind."

Prince Yong paused for a moment, feeling quite helpless. In fact, he wanted to greet him personally, but he was powerless. He pursed his lips and said in a trembling voice, "Pan'er, go greet Uncle Sixteen for me."

Since he couldn't do it, he had to find someone with enough weight to replace him, and Zhang Pan'er was the best candidate. Maybe the two of them could rekindle their old love in private.

Zhang Pan'er's heart beat faster when she heard that. She was about to agree, but then she thought of something. She lowered her beautiful head slightly, narrowed her eyes, and said, "Your Majesty's health is more important. I'd better help you take the medicine first."

She really wanted to fly to greet him, but based on her understanding of Prince Yong, he would definitely become suspicious if she appeared too eager.

Upon hearing this, Prince Yong's frown relaxed a little. He stared at the gentle beauty in front of him and felt relieved in his heart, because she was his virtuous wife after all.

Seeing this, Prince Yong didn't say anything. He asked his servant to invite Shui Rong in. He adjusted his posture, leaned his back against the pillow, and let Zhang Paner feed him medicine.

After a while, Shui Rong walked in. When he saw the scene of feeding medicine in front of him, he suddenly remembered a scene in a famous book, and his eyes became a little dazed.

They won't be intertwined, right? Then wouldn't I be
Prince Yong saw Shui Rong, his eyes moved slightly, and he greeted weakly: "Sixteenth uncle is here, nephew is not feeling well, can not greet, hope sixteenth uncle forgiveness."

Shui Rong came back to his senses, ignored the beauty who was feeding him medicine, stared at the pale Prince Yong, and said, "It's okay, Prince Yong, don't worry about it."

Prince Yong smiled and asked, "How did Uncle Sixteen find time to come to my nephew's place today?"

Shui Rong said, "I heard that Prince Yong was ill, so I came to see him. I wonder if Prince Yong is okay?"

He hadn't seen Prince Yong bother him in the past two days. After asking casually, he learned that Prince Yong was unwell. He thought it would be okay for an uncle to come and see his nephew when he was sick, so he went to visit him.

Of course, these are all superficial excuses.
Shui Rong glanced at the beautiful lady sitting upright. It had been a long time since they last saw her. The beautiful lady's plump face looked more beautiful and more mature and charming.

Prince Yong stared at Shui Rong, his eyes moved slightly, and he smiled knowingly, saying, "My nephew has caught a cold, and he will be fine after resting for two days. Thank you for your concern, Uncle Sixteen."

The real purpose lies elsewhere. It turns out that only Pan'er can win over Prince Beijing's Mansion. Well, I'll let you be proud first, and wait for me to ascend to the throne. Humph, I will repay the ridicule of others double for these days.

Shui Rong didn't take it seriously when he heard it. He stared at Prince Yong, his eyes narrowed under his delicate eyebrows, and he replied casually, "That's good. Then my nephew should have a good rest!"

Then, Shui Rong changed the subject and asked casually, "Prince Yong, why don't you see An Ge'er?" With this question, the nephew should understand!

Actually, he had only seen the child once since he was born. Now he was almost one year old, and he didn't know what he looked like. It was time for him to go and see the child.

As expected, Prince Yong smiled and said, "My nephew is not feeling well and it is easy for An'er to be sick, so I asked the nanny to take An'er to rest somewhere else. If you want to see me, I will ask Pan'er to take Uncle Sixteen to see you."

Go ahead and see that evildoer. Humph, let the three of you, mother and son, reunite. There will be fewer and fewer opportunities like this in the future.

Prince Yong then said to Zhang Pan'er, "Pan'er, take Uncle Sixteen to see An'er. You are not needed here. I am a little tired, so I will take a nap first. Please entertain Uncle Sixteen for me."

Treat him well. I think Pan'er understands his thoughts. After all, this is not the first time.

Zhang Pan'er's beautiful eyes flickered, and she said gently, "There is still some medicine left. I will feed the prince first."

Upon hearing this, Prince Yong was moved. He looked at Shui Ronglu with an apologetic look, then began to enjoy Zhang Paner's service, feeling faintly proud.

Even if Uncle Sixteen gets Pan'er's body, he will never get Pan'er's heart. Her heart will always belong to me.

Shui Rong didn't care, but just looking at the harmonious scene of the couple in front of him, he felt a little strange in his heart. The betrayal of his nephew's wife could not be fake, but the scene in front of him.
At this moment, Shui Rong was a little suspicious.

I have to say that women are born actors. No matter what her true intentions are, one of her and Prince Yong is kept in the dark.

After a while, Zhang Pan'er put the empty jade bowl on the table, helped Prince Yong to lie on the couch, and then meticulously covered Prince Yong with a brocade quilt, saying softly: "Prince, you have a good rest."

Prince Yong was also quite tired at this time. He responded softly and closed his eyes to rest. There was no need for him to say anything more at this time, leaving time for this pair of infatuated men and women.

Zhang Paner walked to Shui Rong gracefully. Her bright eyes, like water, looked at the young man with burning eyes under her willow-shaped eyebrows. A faint blush appeared on her snowy face. She said softly, "Uncle, please follow me."

Shui Rong stared at the beautiful lady's graceful face, his heart moved slightly. Regardless of whether he was acting or not, as long as he didn't cross the bottom line, he would not suffer any loss.

Besides, the beautiful woman in front of him has given birth to a son for him, so she probably won’t play him.

Thinking of this, Shui Rong nodded and said, "Thank you, nephew's wife."

Zhang Paner's pretty face was full of smiles, her beautiful eyes under her willow-leaf brows were as clear as water. She glared at the young man, as if to indicate something, and then took lotus steps to lead the way forward.

Shui Rong gazed at the beautiful figure, smiled, and followed closely. It must be said that this woman who has given birth to a child is different, she is becoming more and more charming!

The two walked along the corridor one after the other without talking to each other. When they came to the compartment of Zhang Paner's courtyard, they saw a nanny holding a child and coaxing him.

Zhang Paner took a step forward, took the child from the nanny, sent the nanny away, and then came to Shui Rong again, with a look of joy between her eyebrows, and said, "An'er, this is your father's uncle, call him uncle."

My own An'er also saw his father!

The child's little head leaned on Zhang Paner's jade shoulder, looking at the strange man in front of him with crystal eyes, with a bit of timidity on his delicate face, and he didn't say a word.

Shui Rong's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "Let me hug An'er."

Zhang Paner was delighted when she heard this. For example, Prince Yong would never have taken the initiative to hug An'er if there were no outsiders present. On the other hand, her uncle was a biological father and a stepfather, and there was no comparison.

The beautiful woman responded and was about to give the child to Shui Rong, its biological father, but the child was so frightened that he held Pan'er tightly and refused to let go, and started crying.

Zhang Pan'er gently patted the child's back, looked at the boy with her beautiful eyes, and said in a faint voice: "I think An'er is shy, I hope uncle won't be offended, I apologize to you on behalf of An'er."

Water soluble: "."

What does it mean to be shy? She is blaming her own father for not visiting her and her son, and apologizing on An'er's behalf. Is there any need to do so given their relationship? It's just complaining.

As expected, any girl would understand all the sarcasm and weirdness, even if she was gentle by nature.

Shui Rong felt a little embarrassed at this moment, with a bit of unnaturalness on her pretty face. She pursed her lips and whispered, "This is my fault. Thank you for your hard work, mother and son."

Zhang Paner felt a surge of warmth in her heart as she listened to the boy's "admission". She bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth and lowered her eyes as she said, "It's not my uncle's fault."

It's not that she is unreasonable. The relationship between them was not open to the public to begin with, so she couldn't be harsh on them. Her previous complaints were actually a bit unreasonable.

But sometimes, women just want something simple, some care and concern is enough, if Prince Yong wasn't so cold, Zhang Pan'er wouldn't be so cold either.
Alas, things have come to this point, and it is useless to say more. Anyway, her mind is now on her An'er and uncle, and she doesn't care about anything else.

Shui Rong was silent for a while, then changed the subject and said, "An'er's eyebrows and eyes are like mine, and his eyes are as bright as yours."

Hearing this, Zhang Paner was delighted. Under her beautiful eyebrows, her beautiful eyes looked at the boy like condensed dew, and she smiled and said, "That's right."

It would be a disaster if the child doesn't look like his biological father.

To be honest, sometimes when Zhang Paner looked at An'er's eyes, she couldn't help but think of her uncle.

Shui Rong looked at the child's timid appearance, thought for a moment, reached out and tentatively pulled the child's soft little hand, and seeing that the child did not back down, he greeted him kindly: "An'er, I am your father."

Zhang Paner's eyes trembled slightly when she heard this. The reason why she was reluctant to let the child call her daddy before was just because she was blaming the boy. In her heart, she actually wanted the father and son to recognize each other.

Now that Shui Rong took the initiative to mention it, it was obvious that he approved of it in his heart, which made Zhang Paner feel warm inside.

The child blinked, a look of confusion appeared on his delicate little face. Suddenly, he saw the child coming towards him with his arms open.

Seeing this, Shui Rong's heart moved, and he raised his hand to hold the child. The child did not cry at this time, which made Shui Rong feel relieved. He came forward and gently pecked the pink little face, praising: "Good child, so good."

When Zhang Paner saw this, her beautiful eyes were filled with joy. After all, they were father and son. Although they were a little shy at first, the blood connection could not be severed.

The scene of the father and son being happy together was a scene she had never seen before, and it was also the scene she had been looking forward to in her heart.

At this time, the child looked blankly at Zhang Paner behind him with his crystal clear eyes, then opened his hands and moved closer, seeming to be somewhat anxious, but not crying.

Seeing this, Shui Rong did not stop him. He handed the child over and said, "Pan'er, hold the child and don't let him cry."

Zhang Paner took the child with a smile, but didn't say anything. She gently comforted the child.

This progress is enough.

Shui Rong looked at the tenderness on the beautiful lady's face, and his heart was moved. He suddenly said, "The child is sleepy, and An'er must be tired too. Let Madam take him downstairs to rest first."

Zhang Paner's delicate body paused, she looked up at the young man, a blush appeared on her pretty face, her bright eyes beneath her willow-leaf brows were as full as water, and she secretly spat in her heart.

What kind of child is so sleepy? I’m afraid it’s just that the teenager wants to sleep!

However, Zhang Paner didn't say anything. After all, it was not only the boy who missed her, she herself missed him very much too.

After a greeting, she asked the nanny to take An'er away, but the child seemed to have sensed something and ran away unwillingly. After coaxing for a while, the nanny finally took the child away. (End of this chapter)