After getting acquainted with Xu Zhengchu and the others with their real identities, Wen Qiyun quickly introduced them to Yan Cong.

They were all concubines, and they had long been prepared to spend their entire lives at home, or to contribute to the family's son-in-law's pathfinding, but after a long conversation with Yan Cong, each of them was full of new hope for the future.

Why can't a concubine inherit the family business?

They are not stupid, knowing that the third prince is also using them, but with the help of the third prince, their future will have new vitality, so what's the harm in being used by him?

"Zhengchu, your family and I are having funerals. Is it not good for us to go out so often?" He Zheng hesitated. Like Xu Zhengchu, both of his younger sisters were sent to the Prince Regent's Mansion and then driven back.

The disdain on Xu Zhengchu's face was very inconsistent with his usual gentle image, "You mean Xu Shuyun? Heh, originally, a concubine should be filial to a concubine, but who made her offend the regent? Even my father wished that he had never had this daughter, so why should I do that appearance to make myself unhappy."

He Zheng nodded, "It makes sense, anyway, now that we have the third prince standing behind us, and Qiyun is helping to make suggestions, maybe it will be the turn of those descendants to beg us."

In this way, the second-generation concubines in the capital seemed to be twisted into a rope, gathering together every day. Gradually, even Zhang Xing and others opened the door of the room that had been closed for many days and were drawn together.

Soon, the second prince Yanhui became the talk on their wine table.

"Actually, what happened back then, although the evidence is conclusive, is only Fu Guifei's one-sided story. The second prince has never admitted it. I heard that he was framed."

"Back then, the fourth prince was still a child and ranked last. Our Dayan royal family has always practiced establishing a son and a son. There is no need for the second prince to poison the fourth prince. He was so careless that he was caught."

"Shh, I heard..." The man deliberately lowered his voice, "I heard that Concubine Fu set up a scheme to get rid of the second prince in order to pave the way for her son. A sharp knife."

This statement quickly spread throughout the capital, and even spread to the palace.

In the Jiaofang Hall, Concubine Fu slammed her teacup on the ground. Her anger did not affect her beauty, but the moment she turned her head, the light lines on her neck accidentally exposed her age.

The beauty is late, and now she can no longer use her beauty as a weapon. Only when she holds power firmly in her hands can she feel at ease.

"I didn't expect Yanhui to make such a big disturbance after being imprisoned in the Ancestral King's Temple for so many years." Concubine Fu regretted it very much now, she should have directly killed Yanhui back then, and saved her troubles today.

The maid in charge handed Concubine Fu Gui a new cup of tea, "Your Majesty, there are rumors that the second prince was wronged back then, and the emperor may have heard about it. The servant girl just heard that the Qin family has handed over a memorial, saying that it was the former queen's." The day of his death is approaching, please enter the emperor's mausoleum to worship."

"Oh." Concubine Fu just took the teacup, when she heard the words, she slammed it on the table again, and smiled coldly, "I have underestimated the Qin family these years, and I haven't seen that woman for so many years, why? Suddenly remembered now? Didn't you want the emperor to recall the love with Qin Yuening in the past, feel sorry for Yan Hui and release him? "

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