She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

Hengzhi was wearing a coat, standing in front of the desk, looking a little dissatisfied.

"Good Ji'er, don't cry anymore. Can I hug you?" A'er was pacing back and forth in the room holding a baby.

Yunli didn't take care of the child either. The two of them were worried all day long. Even Yuncong was forced to hold the child when he was busy.

In the entire Shangshu Mansion, only Hengzhi escaped this disaster because of his unhealed injuries.

The coronation ceremony has not yet been held, and at this moment Ji'er is still the little prince.

When Yuan Chengxin and Chao Xu came to report on military affairs, they also held him in their arms. It is said that this is a folk custom that can keep children safe.

But maybe because he was born prematurely, Ji'er loves to cry. He starts crying almost as soon as you put him down. Ah-yi has been holding him for a whole hour without letting go.

Originally, I wanted to help Hengzhi write an inscription and do some happy things to help her, but it seems that I can't do that now.

With a sad look, Ah-yi returned his gaze.

But Yunli is now at the gate of the mansion, assisting Gong Yangliang in the consultation, so who can help her?

Hengzhi put down his pen, straightened his clothes, and walked over, "Let me hold you."

Ah-yi shook her head and turned away from his outstretched hand. "It's already hard work for you to write an essay. For the sake of your wound, let me hold you."

Ah'ao didn't understand why she was so soft-hearted and agreed to Jin Niuniu's rude request.

Hengzhi had no choice but to take the teacup and pour a glass of water, then passed it to Ah's lips, "Then drink some water, your voice is hoarse."

As she drank the warm water from his hand, Ah'ao realized that this gesture was quite affectionate.

It was like he was half holding himself, and he was holding a little baby.

If the baby doesn't cry.

Ok?
It seems that she has indeed stopped crying.

A'ao lowered her head and saw Ji'er's round eyes staring at Hengzhi.

"He's looking at you. He stopped crying when you came." Ah'ao chuckled. "It seems like you and him have a special bond. Is he his godfather?"

Hengqi stretched out his fingers and teased Ji'er's little face, but his mind was still on talking to Ah'an, "Godfather? Isn't this confusing the generations? According to the rules, he should call you cousin."

How could Ah-yi not understand?
But, "Thanks to his mother, because I saved her life during childbirth, she insisted that Ji'er recognize me as his godmother. According to her generation hierarchy, you are his godfather. Could it be that you want to be his cousin's husband? That's fine too." A'er seemed to have seriously considered this idea.

Hengzhi lowered his head to look at her features. In the sunlight by the window, she was smiling softly and speaking in a gentle voice, which inevitably made him fascinated.

If there wasn't a little baby in her arms.

I really want to kiss her.

"So, the blood on your skirt in front of the palace that day was from delivering a baby?" Heng Qi cleared his throat and changed the subject.

"Yes." Ah-yi said, "It was a thrilling night. It almost resulted in two deaths."

"Your Highness, let's discuss this." Hengzhi suddenly spoke.

He looked serious, which was rare.

A'ao tilted her head and looked at him questioningly.

"Unless you want to, then don't have children. How about that?" This wasn't the tone of seeking opinion; it sounded more like he had already made the decision in a domineering manner and was informing her.

A'ao looked at him, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say for a long time.

Hengzhi wouldn't be afraid, would he?

Although Jin Niuniu's childbirth was extremely dangerous, it was actually due to the shock of Jin Feng's forced abdication, so it should be considered an accident.

"What are you worried about?" But she still wanted to ask.

"You." Heng Qi admitted it without hiding anything, "If you are like this, there will be no one who can save you."

Ah-yi laughed, "Aren't you still here?"

Hengzhi reached out and pulled out the strand of hair that was pulled out of Ji'er's hand, and straightened it out carefully, "I can't feel the pain for you."

Ji'er fell asleep.

Perhaps it was because their voices were so soft, or perhaps it was because the sun was warm by the window, causing him to breathe evenly while lying in her arms.

A'ao didn't rush to say anything. She turned around, carried Ji'er to the cradle and gently put him down.

"You're right, let me think about it." Ah-yi was actually quite happy. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't scared by Jin Niuniu's heavy bleeding. But when Heng-yi said this, she felt more relaxed and at ease.

Between husband and wife, isn't it all about mutual understanding?

"You've finished writing." Ah'ao walked to the desk and looked at the whole sheet of paper with his neat handwriting.

In fact, Hengzhi's writing style is usually more vigorous and neat, but when writing eulogies for others, he has to be more restrained.

Therefore, it is quick to prepare a draft in mind, but difficult to write.

"Mr. Yan's real name is Tongjun. His ancestors were all talented people. His grandfather was a junior official. Mr. Yan was a learned man with a keen mind and was well-known for his studies at a young age. When he was a top scholar, he became famous. Later, he was promoted to the position of Zhongshu. He was prudent and austere. Emperor Wu'an appreciated his talent and appointed him as the prince's tutor. He could discuss the past and the present, and write poetry and prose with ease. He had the brilliance of the sun and was able to make great decisions."

When Ah'ao read this, she couldn't help but laugh and said, "When you were young, you were often forced to imitate ancient Chinese texts, right? The wording here is very unlike you." After slowly reading the entire inscription, she realized that Yan Tongjun's life, as colorful as poetry and calligraphy, was all recorded on paper.

Hengzhi actually knew him so well.

Also, the life of a loyal minister who has worked hard for half his life and devoted everything to the country cannot be judged based on our current superficial understanding.

Since they chose to write an article and erect a monument, it was to show the world that the people in power recognized everything Yan Tongjun did. After all, the little prince who was about to become the emperor was sleeping in their room, and A'an and Hengzhi were obviously the people in power.

"Have you found the tombstone?"

Ah-yi nodded. "I'll ask Xu Tingzhou to do this. He works in the Ministry of Works and should be able to find good stone. If I work quickly, I can carve it and send it over before the funeral."

Heng Qi pulled her along, half leaning back on the chair, "Ah'an, have you ever thought about what to do after this is done?"

That really stumped Ah-yi.

If he wanted to leave smoothly, he had to first let Shen Yu continue to be the regent. Otherwise, Jin Niuniu would be an orphan with Ji'er and his widowed mother, and there would always be people in the court who would rebel.

You can't just say openly that Ji'er is Shen Yuren's son, right?
But if she calculated this way, she would have to stay in the capital for a long time, which she didn't want to do.

"We came here with soldiers and we are military commanders." Heng Qi explained to her in detail, "It is a merit to temporarily relieve the siege, but it is a mistake to station troops here for a long time. Besides, after this winter is over, Youbei will have enough energy to come back next year."

Hengzhi is right.

Although the title of Da Chong has not changed, more than half of the court has been replaced, and it is not much different from the Xin Dynasty.

Since you have no interest in imperial power, you should stay away from it as soon as possible.

"What do you think?" Ah-yi looked at him and asked, "Return to Kezhou?"

Heng Zhi shook his head gently, "There is something you should have heard. When you were paying homage to the late queen, I had someone check on the group of people you met on the road. They were from Shuzhong."

Sure enough.

Ah'ao did remember this incident, and the result was exactly the same as her analysis at the time.

But the Shuzhong had been keeping its troops in place, and even turned a blind eye to the coup in the capital. Why did they suddenly send people to look for the fish token?

"That man was a close minister of Wang Xuan, but he was arrogant and conceited. Wang Xuan should have only sent him to the capital to gather information, but he took the initiative and kidnapped you on the way in an attempt to take a fish token from Queen Chen to bring back for merit. Gu Shouchun's men did catch him, but he escaped halfway and has now returned to Shuzhong."

She listened with her long eyebrows knitted, and for a long time she couldn't understand, "What fish charm? How could my mother have a fish charm?"

Heng Zhi pulled out a piece of paper from between two books on the desk. "After I woke up, I sent people to investigate in Shu. Wang Xuan must have the intention to establish his own independence. Shu has stored up soldiers and food, and has imprisoned several local officials sent by the court."

Ah-yi read the contents of the paper carefully and opened her eyes wide. "Are you going to rebel?"

It was hard to explain. Hengzhi looked strange and suddenly asked out of nowhere, "How much do you know about your mother?"

"Why are you talking strangely today?"

However, A'ao didn't really know much about Empress Chen.

"You know, I left her when I was young, so I don't really know her." Ah-yi sighed, "By the time I wanted to understand her, she was gone, and there was no chance anymore."

Hengzhi looked at her expression and saw that she was just a little dazed, so he took her into his arms comfortingly, "I'm not asking this to hurt you, but this matter may have something to do with your mother and Wang Xuan."

"Ok?"

Hengzhi didn't know where to start, but this absurd thing actually happened.

"Wang Xuan is a descendant of a general, and the Wang family had some military power at that time. But after Wang Xuan's grandfather died in battle in the southern border, no one mentioned the private soldiers under his command. Later, Wang Xuan revived his family and was awarded the title of Marquis of Shuzhong, and then he moved from the capital to Shu." Hengzhi looked at her and said, "When he was young, his family lived in the north alley of East Street, next to Chen's house. Your mother must have had some relationship with him before she became the Crown Princess."

Ah'an was originally nestling in his arms drinking his tea, but after hearing this, she couldn't help but spit it out.

Fortunately, it didn't spray on the written inscription. While coughing, he carefully wiped the water marks on the table with his sleeve.

"You said that my mother had an affair with Wang Xuan?" How was this possible? No one around her knew about this, and she had never heard anyone mention it.

Speaking of Chen Zhaoying, everyone would say that she devoted herself to Shen Cong, but was betrayed by Shen Cong and suffered all her life.

Hengzhi patted her back, fearing that she would choke. "Don't worry. The Chen family is dead, Queen Chen has no personal maid, and Wang Xuan is no longer in the capital. I'm afraid no one here knows. If we really want to know the whole story, we have to go to Shuzhong."

That's good.

"By the way, please fulfill your wish of eating hot pot."

When she found out that he was still thinking about this, Ah'an felt warm in her heart.

"But we have to send a message to Kezhou, right? So that everyone at home can rest assured." A'ti said, "Call Yuncheng and Ying'en, and we will complete the group."

Heng Zhi knew her plan and had already taken action in advance, "They are all on their way. In addition to Zheng Da and Ruzui who are rebuilding your shop in Kezhou, Yun Cheng Ying En and Zhou Saozi are also on their way."

Ah-yi was a little happy, and she chuckled as if she had thought of something, "I know what Sister Zhou is doing. We previously entrusted a lot of silver to a bank in the capital city, just to open a branch store in the capital city. Now the business of the branch store in Pingzhou has also improved, she must be tempted and want to take over the store."

She was right.

Just following Mrs. Zhou came a whole cart of account books that had not been settled.

A's good days are numbered.

(End of this chapter)