After my fiancé became a monk, I actually had a three-year-old son

Chapter 33 More delicate than a princess

A Ping comforted her softly: "Auntie, I'm fine. Now that I can have enough food and clothing in Prince Qi's Mansion, I am content.

If the prince really dislikes me, it will be fine. I have raised some money over the years, and I can also do needlework. When the time comes, I will be able to do needlework to survive, and we will not be homeless again. "

Fortunately, my aunt had always cared about her. She had never done any menial work, and her hands were as rich as gold, so she was suitable for embroidering flowers.

In the past three years, she has practiced her skills with the embroiderers in Beicheng Palace.

Seeing A Ping's forced smile, Mammy sighed.

"Girl, the boy beside the prince said that the prince will come over tonight!"

The little maid hurried in and said happily.

A Ping also looked happy and said, "Auntie, please help me dress up."

Mammy smiled softly and helped A Ping put on her makeup, and heard A Ping say: "Your Majesty thinks I am too squeamish, please help me put on my makeup more handsomely."

Qi Yu'an came back to Beicheng for five days and was busy with military and government affairs that were deserted when he returned to Shengjing. After being busy for these five days, he remembered that he had not seen A Ping since he came back.

Today is the day of the full moon.

Under the full moon, A Ping stood at the door wearing a narrow-sleeved skirt. Her exquisite figure made Qi Yu'an feel a little distraught.

When I got there, the lantern hanging on the door was brightly lit.

Qi Yuan finally saw A Ping's heroic makeup, frowned tightly, and said sternly: "Go and wash off your makeup."

He was already very similar to Lu Ze, but now that he puts on makeup, he looks even more like him.

Apart from Lingling, Qi Yuan didn't want to see Lu Ze's face.

A Ping was frightened when she heard Qi Yuan's displeased voice, and said with tears in her eyes: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Qi Yu'an looked at A Ping's expression, sighed softly, held her hand and said, "Why are you crying? I just asked you to wash off your makeup. Don't look like this in the future. It looks too much like a bastard bullying my sister."

Qi Yu'an remembered that when he rescued A Ping three years ago, he thought she was kind-hearted, but he couldn't remember it at that time.

Now that I think about it, aren't they similar to Lu Ze?

A Ping sobbed: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Qi Yu'an listened to Ah Ping's sobs and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Ah Ping's eyes.

Why did you find such a delicate girl in the first place?
The slightest loud noise makes me cry, the slightest touch makes me cry.

She is more delicate than the princess with golden branches and jade leaves.

But sometimes, Qi Yu'an still liked her delicate appearance, especially her little cries between the bed curtains.

He hadn't touched her for almost a month, and now looking at her red and tearful peach blossom eyes, Qi Yuan just wanted to bully her severely.

……

September sixteenth.

It suddenly became very cold.

After Qi Yuning got up, she put on a small red coat for Lingling, wrapping her up like a small dumpling.

"Hot!" Lingling said.

Qi Yuning patted Lingling's little head and said, "It's very cold over there at the Imperial Tomb."

Lingling said oh, and obediently put on her little coat and got on the carriage to the imperial mausoleum.

As soon as the carriage started, Qi Yuning felt a weight pressing down on him.

Then Lu Ze opened the curtain of the carriage and entered.

Qi Yuning said: "Is the princess mansion too poor to afford a carriage?"

Lu Ze ignored Qi Yuning and sat next to Lingling. He watched Lingling turn into a small round dumpling and chuckled: "It's not winter yet, is it? Why are Lingling so thickly dressed?"

"The frost has passed, and it will be the beginning of winter in a few days."

Qi Yuning tightened her cloak and said, "It's indeed quite cold today, so don't wear more clothes."

Qi Yuning was extremely afraid of the cold, especially in winter, when her hands and feet felt like ice and it was difficult to keep warm.

He went to the imperial doctor to see it, but it was of no use. In such a cold day, Qi Yuning was even more afraid that the little Lingling would suffer from the cold.

Lingling wears thick clothes and has difficulty moving around, but she honestly learns to read so that she can have younger brothers and sisters.

Qi Yuning and Lu Ze taught Lingling how to read, and the three hours it took to get to the imperial mausoleum passed in a blink of an eye.

Lu Ze took Princess Pingrou's token and went to the palace to ask for a sleeping quarters.

Qi Yuning let the maids below take care of her, and she and Lu Ze took Lingling to the other courtyard where Princess Duan lived.The third prince had been dead for two years. When he passed away, the little prince was less than two years old, and Princess Duan was not very favored.

Prince Duan was considered to have mediocre qualifications, and the princess he married was from a decent family background, and was the daughter of the governor of Jiangnan.

But this Princess Duan, Qi Yuning had seen before, was weak and submissive, and could not make any decisions.

She lost her backbone as soon as Prince Duan died. She didn't fight for the title left by Prince Duan even with her children, so she took her children to the imperial mausoleum and said she would keep vigil for the third prince.

In the afternoon, the sun was just right, and Lingling's face was flushed.

In the other courtyard, Princess Duan was surprised when she heard that Prince Lu and Princess Qi were coming together. She had been a widow for two years, how could these two people come?
Lu Ze was her husband's eldest nephew, and her husband did not have much contact with this nephew during his lifetime.

As for Qi Yuning, she had very little contact with Qi Yuning.

Princess Duan asked them to come in, and she saw Lu Ze holding a little girl about three years old in his arms. She was wearing thick clothes and her little face was so red that she almost fell off.

The little girl's eyes lit up and her voice sounded milky, "Mother!"

Lu Ze and Qi Yuning saluted together: "Third aunt."

"Princess Duan."

Princess Duan said repeatedly: "Please forgive me, this child is..."

Princess Duan was surprised when she saw that the child looked similar to Lu Ze. Lu Ze had no intention of hiding it, "My daughter and the princess' daughter."

Qi Yuning glared at Lu Ze and made it clear that Lingling was her daughter.

Princess Duan saw the child in Lu Ze's arms and said, "You have dressed the child too thickly. Although the temperature has dropped, the child is not afraid of the cold. Especially this afternoon, there is no need to put on a coat, cover up the spring and freeze in the autumn. The child should be freezing at this moment, look at this child, he is almost overheated."

Qi Yuning didn't know anything about raising children. When she saw what Princess Duan said, she felt that as a mother, she seemed to be too irresponsible.

Lingling, who took off her coat, suddenly came to life like a fish out of water when she entered the pond.

"Mother, where is my little uncle? Lingling misses her little uncle so much. She hasn't played with him for a long time!"

Princess Duan said in surprise: "Uncle?"

Qi Yuning was very good at telling lies, "Prince Duanxiao, Lingling has played with Prince Duanxiao twice before."

Princess Duan was surprised that she didn't know her son had played with Lingling, but she didn't raise any suspicion and asked the maid to bring Zhao Jie over.

Little Zhao Jie was almost four years old, but looked even thinner than Lingling. He walked up to Princess Duan and obediently saluted: "Mother concubine."

Princess Duan took little Zhao Jie's hand and said, "This is my eldest cousin, this is Princess Qi, salute quickly."

Xiao Zhao Jie cupped his hands and saluted: "Cousin, Princess Qi."

Lu Ze and Qi Yuning also gave Xiao Zhao Jie a gift in return.

Lingling, who was standing next to Qi Yuning, walked up to the child and looked at her, her little peach blossom eyes full of confusion, and she scratched her head with her little hand.

Lingling raised her eyes and looked at Qi Yuning and said, "He is not a little uncle. Little uncles are not that young."

Qi Yuning smiled at Lingling: "The little uncle today is so young."

Zhao Jie has never seen a playmate here before, but now there is a little girl of similar age, showing her white teeth and saying: "My name is Zhao Jie, what is your name?"

Lingling said: "My name is Lu Yiling. You and my uncle look alike, but why did my uncle become so young?"

Zhao Jie looked at his mother-in-law. Princess Duan was also puzzled as to why Lingling said this.

Qi Yuning chuckled lightly, "Princess, Lingling and the little prince are close in age, why not let them play aside. Lingling is my first daughter. I don't know anything when I am young. I hope the princess can teach me."

Zhao Jie is not Princess Duan's first child. Princess Duan is also 32 this year. She had a daughter before, and Princess Shan was only three years younger than Qi Yuning.

After all, that princess was His Majesty's eldest granddaughter, and she was also a smart and lovely person. It's a pity that her body was not found when she fell into the river at the age of ten. If she had been alive, she would have had haircuts by now.

Princess Duan chuckled and said, "Just be more careful when raising your children. If the princess doesn't dislike it, let's talk about it while drinking tea."

Princess Duan is usually soft and frail, but when it comes to raising children, she is very talkative and considerate.

Qi Yuning was extremely teachable.

In the garden of the other courtyard.

Lu Ze, who was watching the two children playing, asked Lingling, "Is he the little uncle in the palace?"

Lingling said: "He looks like little uncle, but much younger than him. But the lady who took off Lingling's clothes just now is my uncle's mother."

Lu Ze smiled when he heard this. The uncle in Lingling's heart was five or six years later. The uncle today is naturally five or six years younger than the uncle in her heart.

But now it is certain that Zhao Jie will be the successor to the little emperor in the future.

But he fell into deep thought, what happened, so that it was the turn of a young grandson whose father died and his mother was weak to become emperor?
Including the eighth prince whose leg was broken by Qi Yuning, he also has eight uncles. Which of these eight uncles is willing to let Zhao Jie take the throne?

(End of this chapter)