The palace wall reflects the moon

Concubine Chu knelt and moved to her side, holding on to her dress, "I know it's Zhe'er who deserves to die, but I only have one child. Please give him a way to live, and give me a way to live... "

The emperor had no intention of letting it go.

"Why don't you persuade your son to stay safe? How can he be qualified to aspire to the throne? Chu Ying, I gave you the title to protect your lives, but you are growing your ambitions."

Chu Ying seemed to know that only Jiang Qingyue could save their mother and son at this time, so she begged Jiang Qingyue bitterly.

One after another, they kowtowed at Jiang Qingyue.

"Qingyue, I know Shen Zhe's crimes are extremely heinous and he deserves to die, but I beg you to show your kindness..."

Jiang Qingyue sighed deeply and waved her hand to stop her movement.

"Demoted to common people and expelled from Jinling City. Emperor, what do you think?"

After Shen Xiao thought about it, he said: "I will defer the execution for three years, stay in the palace temporarily, and continue to be his eldest prince."

Jiang Qingyue glanced at him in surprise, and soon seemed to understand his intentions, and nodded in approval.

Chu Ying breathed a sigh of relief. It was lucky to be able to save her life in this situation. She kowtowed twice more to express her gratitude.

Jiang Zong watched all this blankly. He could guess that the eldest prince sent someone to push him into the river, but he didn't quite understand. How could Concubine Chu kneel down to his mother?Will the majestic prince be demoted to a commoner because of him?
Is his life so valuable?Or did the emperor really fall in love with his mother?

At this time, Shen Xiao and Jiang Qingyue noticed that Jiang Zong woke up and asked Chu Ying to retreat, and they both gathered around the bed.

Jiang Zong was very slow to realize that he seemed to be lying on a dragon couch in the emperor's palace. The four pillars of the bed were carved with two dragons playing with pearls.

Realizing this, he lifted up the quilt and rolled around to get out of bed, but was hugged by Shen Xiao.

"No need to salute," Shen Xiao thought he was in a hurry to salute, so he pushed him back on the bed, looked at his tense face, and asked in a warm voice, "Where's the discomfort?"

Jiang Zong suppressed his blush and said, "No, no."

Shen Xiao probed his forehead, "The fever has subsided. Are you thirsty?"

Jiang Zong opened his mouth and felt his throat was burning. He stared at the emperor without blinking and said hesitantly: "...thirst."

Soon the water was brought, and Shen Xiao wanted to feed him personally. Jiang Zong quickly took it: "I'll do it myself."

Jiang Qingyue was always sitting at the end of the bed, looking at him quietly.

Until he choked on a sip of water, Jiang Qingyue said: "When you become the prince, there will only be more open and covert attacks. Are you mentally prepared?"

Jiang Zong looked left and right, not knowing who his mother was speaking to.

He held the tea cup and asked confusedly: "Who will be the prince?"

Shen Xiao and Jiang Qingyue looked at him directly for a while, then looked at each other, and then looked at him at the same time.

"There's one thing we can't put off any longer," Shen Xiao said to Jiang Zong, "You have to change your last name."

Jiang Zong was still in a daze.

What surname should I change?

Shen Xiao said: "Shen Zong doesn't sound bad either."

Jiang Zong probably understood what he meant, lowered his head and said, "If King Xuan doesn't ask me to recognize my ancestor and return to the clan, I won't either..."

"What does it have to do with him?" Shen Xiao laughed and said, "Don't you think you are the son of King Xuan?"

Jiang Zong held the tea cup and widened his eyes: "Isn't it?"

Shen Xiao shook his head and stopped talking, not knowing where to start.

He was looking forward to Jiang Zong calling him daddy or father, but when the day actually came, he was a little ashamed.

Jiang Qingyue said: "Zong'er, things between your father and I are a little complicated."

"Who is the father?" Jiang Zong repeated the two words with dull eyes, "Father?"

No matter how dull he is, he should understand when it comes to this.

It turns out that the emperor said he was the prince he wanted to recognize.It turns out that this is why the emperor has been so generous and caring to him over the years...

Shen Xiao said: "Being my son, you will be questioned and plotted. I will block the bright arrows for you, but there will still be countless hidden arrows shot at you. Zong'er, are you willing to be my son?"

Jiang Zong's eyes wet and he wiped his nose vigorously.

"Father..."

He called out harshly.

Anyway, even if he doesn't become the prince, there will still be people plotting against him and ostracizing him.

Whenever he is dazzling, he will be an eyesore to others.

"Well, okay," Shen Xiao's voice was a little choked, but he quickly recovered, "Stay here to recuperate. When you recover, you can recognize your ancestors and return to your clan."
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At first, Jiang Zong was not used to changing his words.

But his father coaxed him to drink every medicine, and he was much more patient than his mother.

Shen Xiao would personally select the books he was asked to read every day.

Shen Xiao even peeled the oranges and melon seeds he ate.

"You don't have to be like this..." Jiang Zong said awkwardly, "I have grown up and can do many things well."

Shen Xiao said: "I failed to take care of you when you were young, so let me have the addiction of being a father."

It is really an endless pleasure to have a biological child who cares for him, takes care of him, and hangs out under his nose every day.
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Jiang Zong could hardly stand those two people anymore.

He just pretended to sleep when he was tired from watching the poems so that he could take a rest, so his father pulled his mother into his lap.

The two sticky people were not afraid that their son would suddenly wake up and see him, which would make him embarrassed.

Jiang Zong took a peek and blushed.
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A girl who looked to be only 14 years old was brought to Jiang Zong.

He was now a prince and was to be taught sexual intercourse.

But looking at the timid girl biting her lip with tears in her eyes, Jiang Zong couldn't bear it and said to his grandmother, "Let her go."

The little girl knelt down as if she was about to die, and untied her clothes randomly.

"Please, Your Highness, don't drive me away!"

If she fails to complete her mission, leaving the East Palace will be a dead end.

Even she is not a commoner.

She was Jiang Mo, the concubine of Yushi Zhongcheng. Her status was acceptable, her appearance was very good, and she was not valued, so Yushi Zhongcheng offered her to teach the prince how to have sex.

Jiang Zong asked his mother to leave, letting the pretty girl untie her clothes clumsily, and said helplessly: "Why do I send you here like this?"

How can you teach him when he is crying and ignorant, and it feels like he is being forced?
The little girl spread her legs and sat on him, still crying: "Mo'er will be obedient and will serve His Highness well."

The best outcome for a female official like this is to stay with the prince as a concubine.

Her face is small, her facial features are unique, and her skin is so white that it is almost the same color as the white veil underneath her body.

Jiang Zong felt a little pity for her and gently wiped the tears on her face: "Did your family force you to come here?"

Jiang Mo shook her head desperately: "No, Your Highness, I volunteer..."

The mouth is not the heart.

Jiang Zong sighed, took her arm and lifted her up from him.

He bit his little finger and dripped blood on the handkerchief, and then said: "Maybe they will test your body, it is safer for you to have a body test for yourself. If I really can't bear to part with your innocent body, I will also find a way to keep you alive." leave."

Jiang Mo looked at him in surprise: "Your Highness, this..."

Jiang Zong said to her: "Since you are afraid of me, there is no need to force yourself."

To be honest, he had expectations for today's events, but he didn't like the feeling of forcing others. The girl had to be willing when this happened.