Concubine to conquer the world

Chapter 175
Xia Jianzhao had just finished dressing when the little eunuch from the Palace of Mental Cultivation arrived at the Muwang Mansion.

"Mu Wangfei, the emperor asked the servants to pass on a message, and asked the princess to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

The little eunuch smiled all over his face, nodded and bowed to Xia Jianzhao, showing respect.

Xia Jianzhao fanned his two pairs of slender eyelashes but didn't react for a while.

By announcing her to the Hall of Mental Cultivation so early, is it to question why the prince's condition has not improved?
The royal father loves his son dearly, apart from this one reason, there is no other reason.

The plain white hand hanging by the side grasped it.

The prince could have been recovered long ago, but she delayed on purpose, one reason is that as long as the prince recovers, he will definitely trip Nan Xun who is far away in the south of Lingnan.

Although Nan Yu is secretly protecting him, there is no guarantee that something will go wrong.

The second reason is that the prince's arrogant appearance is really annoying, so he has to suffer a lot, and it also makes the empress and Xia Qingxin go through a lot of pain.

Seeing that Xia Jianzhao was silent for a long time, the little eunuch coughed lightly as a reminder.

Xia Jianzhao then raised his lips and smiled slightly: "I'm sorry to trouble you, father-in-law, to make this trip."

She gave Xue'er a look, and Xue'er took out some broken silver from her waist purse knowingly and handed it to the little eunuch.

The little eunuch took the money, then lowered his waist and thanked respectfully.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Nan Chicheng crouched behind the desk and rubbed the center of his eyebrows with one hand.

His face was haggard, as if he hadn't slept all night.

Gong Jiuli looked at the bowl of cold white fungus soup sent by the empress on the desk, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Last night, the emperor squatted on the side of the road and stared at the pearl camellia for a long time, then turned to the gate of Minghua Palace.

He stopped at the two closed palace gates for a long time, neither opened the door to enter, nor turned away.

Just one sigh after another, rising and falling from light to heavy
Early this morning, the emperor ordered him to meet Princess Xuan, and I don't know what the emperor was thinking.

Could it be that he disturbed his mind last night and stayed up all night, and wanted to ask the little princess for a prescription to soothe the nerves and refresh the mind?
Just as he was thinking, a fresh and refined figure entered the hall.

When Nan Chicheng saw Xia Jianzhao coming, he paused his pen, and his brows furrowed instantly.

Xia Jianzhao walked down the ten steps and obediently saluted him.

He gave Gong Jiu a sideways look, and Gong Jiu picked up a chair and placed it behind Xia Jianzhao.

"Father, didn't you sleep well last night?" Xia Jianzhao sat down, looked up at the ninety-five-year-old, and could see his sadness at a glance.

Nan Chicheng's bushy two sword eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Since the prince got sick, I haven't been able to sleep well on a single day."

After a pause, he added: "You have worked hard during this time, if it weren't for your calming soup, I might have lost my old bones."

Xia Jianzhao heard the words, and said softly: "I live in the backyard, and I can only do these insignificant things. It is our blessing that the father is in good health."

Nan Chicheng nodded frequently, and looked at Xia Jianzhao with incomparable kindness.

He reckoned that those who coveted his position might wish for him to die early. In these days, apart from saluting and greeting him every day, he has never seen anyone break a bowl of soothing soup.

Only the sixth daughter-in-law really missed his body.

He squinted at the bowl of cold white fungus soup, and silently let out a long breath.

He was tired of this white fungus soup, and now he felt like vomiting when he smelled it.

The Queen has only been able to make this kind of soup these years
(End of this chapter)