Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 384 Zhao Family
Prince Bao's body was just as Chen Xiao had described, his death was horrific and terrifying.

This bad news made Concubine Jing faint on the spot. Qin Youzi held her stomach and shouted, "It hurts, my stomach hurts so much."

The shocked Qin Youzi had a miscarriage. When Concubine Jing, who had just woken up, learned about it, she rushed to her despite her frail body and scolded her, "You ominous person! You killed my son and prevented my grandson from coming into this world! I want you to be buried with me!"

Concubine Jing's eyes were red, filled with anger and grief. She beat Qin Youzi hard. Qin Youzi, who had just suffered a miscarriage, could only helplessly endure Concubine Jing's anger and grief.

Her face was pale and she was sweating profusely. The pain of miscarriage made it almost impossible for her to breathe, but she could not bear the reputation of an ominous person. It was a weight she could not bear.

"Mother, I... I didn't do that. It's not me. It's not my fault." Qin Youzi said weakly.

Anger had clouded Concubine Jing's mind. She would not listen to any explanation and just continued to beat Qin Youzi hard, cursing.

"You still dare to quibble! It's all because of you that my son died! You unlucky person, I want you to be buried with me!" Concubine Jing shouted loudly, her voice filled with despair and anger.

The palace servants were unable to stop Concubine Jing and were worried that Qin Youzi would be beaten to death by her, so they hurried to ask the emperor for help.

The emperor walked in and saw the crazy Concubine Jing. He stepped forward and pulled her away forcefully, "That's enough."

Imperial Concubine Jing stared at the emperor, her eyes filled with despair and pain, "Your Majesty... my son... my grandson... they are all dead..."

"My dear, I know you are very sad now, but things have happened and I have avenged my son." The emperor's voice was low and firm, trying to calm Concubine Jing.

Imperial Concubine Jing didn't listen to the emperor at all. Tears welled up in her eyes and she shouted hoarsely, "It's all because of this woman. She brought all this misfortune!"

As much as she loved her daughter-in-law before, she hates her now.

Qin Youzi turned a deaf ear to Concubine Jing's complaints. She lay on her back on the bed, her face full of despair. Her husband was dead, her son was gone, and her heart was dead with them.

Prince Bao died, Prince Xianli was beheaded, and Prince Rong was beheaded, and the court structure was reshuffled.

The court officials who had originally depended on them were all looking for new backers. For a time, the court was in turmoil and undercurrents were surging.

Prince Zuo, who was once trapped by rumors and avoided by court officials, became the emperor's only adult son and a favorite in the eyes of court officials.

Families who previously did not want to marry off their daughters now wished they could send their daughters to Prince Zuo as his consort.

At this time, Prince Zuo was not in a hurry to remarry.

However, as his status rose, he was able to keep his balance, but the women in his family felt a little dizzy.

Zhao Wangshu was a little surprised to receive the visiting card from Zhao Jiahua.

"Does the young lady want to see her?" Lan Fen asked softly when she saw that she was stunned.

Zhao Wangshu came back to his senses and frowned, saying, "You wrote a reply and asked her to come tomorrow."

If Prince Zuo ascends the throne, a concubine like Zhao Jiahua, who lives in the palace and has the merit of giving birth, can at least become the head of a palace.

Although Zhao Wangshu was not afraid of her, there was no need to offend her, so it would not hurt to meet her.

The next day, after Zhao Wangshu had breakfast, he went to the flower hall in front to wait.

After she finished her tea, Lan Fen brought Zhao Jiahua in. Zhao Jiahua dressed up specially for the day, wearing a water-red skirt with twined flower patterns, a bun with clouds in the bun, and a gold-inlaid jade hairpin.

Although she dressed carefully, she was a concubine after all, so she seemed a little petty.

While Zhao Wangshu was looking at Zhao Jiahua, Zhao Jiahua was also looking at Zhao Wangshu.

Today, Zhao Wangshu was wearing a moon-white long skirt embroidered with orchids. She had her hair done in a high-rise bun with six white magnolia hairpins inserted in it. In the middle of her bun was a phoenix-head hairpin with emeralds and a pearl in it. She was lightly made-up, and looked simple, elegant, and quiet, with a faint scent like that of an orchid.

Zhao Jiahua looked at Zhao Wangshu and felt a little jealous. Zhao Wangshu's appearance and temperament were far better than hers.

"Sister Shu, long time no see." Zhao Jiahua bowed.

"Long time no see, please take a seat, Mrs. Zhao." Zhao Wangshu was polite yet distant.

After Zhao Jiahua sat down, Lan Fen served him tea.

"Thank you, Sister Shu, for meeting me." Zhao Jiahua took a sip of tea and smiled.

Zhao Wangshu's eyes flickered, "I wonder if Madam Zhao is here, what's the matter?"

"Sister Shu, this is what you are asking. It's okay. Can't you come over and see Sister Shu?" Zhao Jiahua said with a fake smile covering his mouth.

Zhao Wangshu smiled faintly and said nothing. She knew that Zhao Jiahua was the kind of person who would not visit him unless he had a request. She must have something to ask for.

"Sister Shu, you have seen the current situation. His Majesty has only two princes. The eleventh prince is a little kid who knows nothing. The prince's ascension to the throne is a foregone conclusion." Zhao Jiahua took a sip of tea and said slowly.

Zhao Wangshu did not respond. Although there was a saying that the eldest son should be the crown prince, there was also a saying that the youngest son should be the crown prince. Prince Zuo seemed to have a lot of advantages, but the emperor did not necessarily have to make him the crown prince.

Seeing that Zhao Wangshu didn't respond, Zhao Jiahua didn't get angry. "Sister Shu, you know that my family background is not worth mentioning, and I can't help the prince. Lord Yun is a favorite of His Majesty. If I can say a few good words for the prince, he will definitely not treat the Yun family unfairly after he ascends the throne."

"The matter of appointing a crown prince is your majesty's family affair. How can an outsider interfere in it at will?" Zhao Wangshu said lightly, with a hint of coldness in his tone.

"Sister Shu, what you said is wrong. The succession to the throne has always been a major event that concerns the lives of all people in the world. How can it be just a matter for your Majesty?" Zhao Jiahua said confidently.

"Mrs. Zhao has become even more eloquent since entering the Prince's Mansion." Zhao Wangshu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

Zhao Jiahua heard the irony in Zhao Wangshu's words and felt a little unhappy, but he remained calm on the surface, "Sister Shu, you are too kind. Jiahua is just speaking the truth."

Zhao Wangshu was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Zhao Jiahua to respond like this. It seemed that after having so much experience in the Prince's Mansion, she had become thicker-skinned.

"Mrs. Zhao, have some tea." Zhao Wangshu picked up the teacup, which meant to see the guest off.

But Zhao Jiahua pretended to be confused, "Sister Shu, Lord Yun is highly valued by His Majesty. Lord Yun's words of praise for the prince are just a favor. The prince will definitely repay you in the future."

"Madam Zhao, there is no need to say more. My master can't help you with this matter. Madam Zhao, you should seek help from someone else." Zhao Wangshu made it clear.

Zhao Jiahua was not discouraged when she heard this. Instead, she said more sincerely, "Sister Shu, I know you have concerns. But please think about it. If the prince ascends the throne, the Zhao and Yun families will be loyal subjects. At that time, they will enjoy endless wealth and glory. Isn't that good?"

"The Yun family has never sought the false reputation of being a loyal minister. My master is a loyal minister and will not participate in any fight for the throne." Zhao Wangshu put the cup on the table and said, "Come on, show the guest away."

Lan Fen walked up to Zhao Jiahua and said, "Mrs. Zhao, please."