After rebirth, Princess Bai Yueguang turned black

Looking at her son's young face and sincere and bright eyes, Concubine Shu's heart felt a little soft, but her anger was still lingering. She pinched his ears and dragged him back to the house to change clothes and freshen up again.

By the time she hurriedly took Xiao Eleven back to Fengtian Palace, the atmosphere in the palace had completely changed.

There was silence in the palace.

No one drank or ate meat, and no one whispered to each other.

Everyone looked at the mother and son.

Even the emperor, who was sitting on the dragon throne, narrowed his eyes and looked at them quietly.

Concubine Shu felt a little frightened and subconsciously looked in the direction of the Duke and Princess of Yannan.

Unexpectedly, the expressions of the two of them were also stunned. They were both shocked and puzzled, but more importantly, they were surprised.

surprise?

Where does joy come from?

Concubine Shu suddenly thought of something, her heart could not help but beat fast, and her cheeks began to burn.

Could it be that?

No way.

How can it be?

If not, how can we explain the current situation?

In just a few dozen meters, Concubine Shu seemed to have walked the farthest road in her life.

"Concubine Shu, you came late. You didn't hear what I said just now." The emperor's scrutinizing eyes disappeared, replaced by a smile and kindness, "Little Eleven, come here, come to the father."

The eleventh prince subconsciously looked at his mother and concubine.

He was a high and mighty emperor, not an ordinary father who could just throw himself into his arms and act coquettishly.

From his birth until now, he has only a handful of memories of being close to his father.

I just feel strange and scared.

Concubine Shu's heart was beating violently. She suppressed her emotions and comforted her son with a gentle and low voice: "Your father has asked you to come over. It's okay. Go ahead. Mother is here to watch you."

The eleventh prince mustered up his courage, walked step by step in front of his father, lifted up the hem of his robe, knelt down and saluted: "My son, I pay homage to my father, and I wish you long life."

The emperor smiled brightly: "Come here and sit next to your father."

The eleventh prince carefully sat down on the low stool next to him.

The emperor asked him: "Xiao Shiyi, I ask you to be the prince, are you willing?"

Although she had this vague suspicion in her heart, when Concubine Shu heard these words, her heart almost flew out.

At this moment, she even began to feel a little confused.

How could such a thing happen?

Where is the third prince?

Where is the Sixth Prince?

The two of them were fighting to the death, so why did the position of prince suddenly fall to Xiao Eleven?

This is unreasonable!

Concubine Shu looked around in confusion and saw the third prince's livid face and the sixth prince's calm expression.

It doesn't look like he gave up automatically.

What happened?

Concubine Shu silently retreated to her sister Yang, grabbed her hand, swallowed hard, and asked in a low voice: "What's going on, sister, I'm almost stupid, please tell me, I'm not dreaming!"

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Yang chuckled: "You are not stupid, and you are not dreaming. The emperor has indeed announced that the eleventh prince will be crowned prince!"

"Why, why? What's so good about Little Eleven?"

She glanced at her son.

He is short and thin, has a big head, is naughty and hates reading and writing, and has no merit except for his bright eyes.

How could he surpass the third and sixth princes and sit in the position of prince?

At this moment, Concubine Shu not only did not feel happy, but instead had a creepy feeling.

It's like a beggar walking in an alley when a big bag of gold suddenly falls in front of him.

Can this be a blessing?

(End of chapter)