The emperor has no heir?The empress only dotes on the harem by giving birth to children

Chapter 373 My Sick Husband Who Can’t Take Care of Himself (26)

Less than half a month later.

A piece of news in the imperial capital spread like the wind into everyone's ears and became a topic of conversation after dinner.

"Have you heard that the third prince is not the emperor's biological son?"

"Of course I heard about it. The son of my son's best friend's cousin's third aunt is a servant in the palace. It is said that what he heard with his own ears could not be false."

"Oh my, this is too bold. This is confusing the royal bloodline. Isn't the concubine afraid of being beheaded?"

"That's nothing. Listen to me. I heard that before this imperial concubine entered the palace, she had affairs with several men... this and that. Maybe even the imperial concubine herself doesn't know whose son the third prince is."

……

The third prince is not the emperor’s biological son.

The emperor originally thought that these rumors in the capital were just rumours.

Unexpectedly, a major event happened in the palace a few days later.

Concubine Lin and the guard had an affair and were seen by the emperor. It is said that when they were pulled off the bed, they were so white that it was unbearable to look at.

It is said that the emperor was so angry that he stabbed the imperial concubine to death with a sword, and the guards who had an affair with the imperial concubine were not spared. Not only that, the second prince took this opportunity to hand over evidence that the third prince was not his biological son.

As the king of a country, he raised someone else's son for more than 20 years.

The emperor was so angry that his eyes turned red. He immediately issued an order to have all the direct descendants of the imperial concubine's family thrown into prison and executed in the autumn. The rest of the family members were all exiled and their property was confiscated, never to return. In an instant, the once glorious family fell into decline.

As for the third prince who didn't even know who his father was, he was sentenced to death. Having been the third prince for more than 20 years, he was used to being arrogant and domineering, and he didn't believe that he was not the emperor's biological son before he died.

"No, I'm a prince."

"I am the Third Prince. How dare you? I want to see my father. I have been wronged..."

"Someone come and hold him down for me."

In the prison cell, the third prince was strangled to death with a white silk scarf.

When I heard the news.

Pei Jingheng was kneeling in front of his mother's tablet and burning paper money.

The firelight shone on his frail, pale face, making him look even more vulnerable to a gust of wind. Only his eyes were firm and calm.

He raised his eyes and looked at his mother's ranking.

Pei Jingheng was only four years old when his mother died.

His mother was Concubine Rong.

The imperial concubine had him strangled to death with a white silk scarf.

They thought he was too young to remember anything, but he always remembered it clearly and never forgot it.

Now, seventeen years have passed since the day his mother died. Her figure and face have become blurred.

I can no longer remember what she looked like, and there was no portrait of her in the palace. Even if there was one when I was a child, it was thrown into the fire by the third prince and burned.

Concubine Lin strangled his mother, and now her son has been strangled to death as well. It's truly a cycle of cause and effect.

"Mother, you can rest in peace now."

Pei Jingheng lowered his head with a cold look in his eyes.

"The person who killed you is already dead."

"Mother, my son will live well."

I thought of the girl I liked.

He blushed.

After taking the antidote she sent and using the prescription she brought, he could clearly feel that he was in better shape than before.

The prescription and antidote should be worth a fortune, and I don't know where she found them. I actually made her worry so much.

He burned paper money.

Pei Jingheng stood up and walked out of the ancestral hall.

The sun was setting outside the door, and the sunset dyed half the sky red.

A gentle breeze blew.

The leaves in the courtyard nearby swayed slightly.

He caught a fallen leaf on his body.

"I'm waiting for you."

He actually wanted to find her, but with his dilapidated body, he was afraid that he would die on the road before he could see her.

He reached out and gently touched the jade pendant on his chest.

She gave him a jade pendant.

But he had never given her any gift.

He returned to his room and took out a box from the secret compartment, inside which was a jade hairpin.

That was the relic left to him by his mother.

This is what he cherishes most.

His eyes fell on the porcelain bottle in the secret compartment. It was the antidote that Jiang Xianyun sent him, along with the prescription.

He had copied out a copy and put it away. He took one pill in the porcelain bottle half a month ago. She said in the letter that he should take one pill every six months, so he put it in the secret compartment next to his bed for fear of losing it.

Install the hosta.

He went to the study and wrote another letter.

He just sat there for a long time, and until the evening he still didn't know how to start writing. It felt like nothing he wrote would be right.

"I'm so stupid."

Pei Jingheng took the pen and started writing with his head down.

"Miss, I received your letter. The prescription and the antidote pills must be extremely difficult to find. I am sorry for causing you trouble. I also like the jade pendant you gave me. I don't know what to give you. This jade hairpin is my most precious thing. It will definitely look great on you."

"I miss you as well."

He looked at the words "I miss you too" and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his pale face.

This seemed too straightforward, so he crossed it out and started over.

After much deletions and cuts, I finally felt comfortable enough to write a finished letter.

It's just that he knew very little about her.

Now I know she is in the army, and I know she might be in Elm City, but there are so many people in the sea of ​​people, and there must be many with the same name. So I can't send the letter even if I write it.

Pei Jingheng paid the money.

Let someone from Qingyu Pavilion deliver the letter for him.

It turns out.

As long as the money is available.

The people in Qingyu Pavilion are quite capable...

Jiang Xianyun received Pei Jingheng's letter three days later.

She has been living in the city these days, and today she is free, so she invites Cuihong and Huniu to go out for a meal.

They drank wine and ate meat, and the three of them ate a big goose stewed in an iron pot until they were full.

Suddenly she grabbed a chopstick and threw it out.

The other party hissed and narrowly avoided the attack by turning his body to the side.

"It's hard to make money now. It's really hard to make money."

"I almost lost my life while delivering a letter."

Jiang Xianyun looked up.

He was a young man with a slender figure. He was wearing... hard to describe clothes, colorful, and his face was ordinary. He must have been disguised.

"General, don't misunderstand me. I am just delivering a letter. I have no ill intentions. Don't you remember that you placed an order with our Qingyu Pavilion last time? You are now our big customer."

The system automatically scans the code to identify the visitor.

[Qingyu Pavilion owner Gu Yusheng, age 28.]

Watching the blue box pop up above his head.

It’s so good that even the Pavilion Master personally ran errands to deliver the takeaway.

Jiang Xianyun bowed.

"Feel sorry."

"Haha, nothing happened."

"The items have been delivered and I will leave now. If you need anything, please come to us. We are a century-old brand with the best reputation. Qingyu Pavilion is always there for you."

Jiang Xianyun almost broke through.

I didn't expect to see advertising here.

While talking.

The owner of the Qingyu Pavilion had already disappeared without a trace.

I have to say that in a sense, this is a talent, and it seems that we can cooperate with him for a long time in the future. After all, the other party's intelligence is really powerful, and it would be great if we can get it for free.

At this time, a certain pavilion master who had already walked far away only felt a chill on his back.

“I always feel like someone is thinking about me.”

"The people who are after me are not after my money, they must be my people... Oh, how scary."