Chapter 240

When Xijun was born, the first snow of that year fell in Yanguo.

The house was warm and comfortable with a blazing fire. If he hadn't brought snowflakes when he came in, I would hardly know that it had fallen snow outside.

"It's the little prince." wenpo showed him the baby in swaddling clothes. He carefully picked it up and smiled on his face.

"Your Majesty, how about asking him to cherish you?" I suggested carefully.

He looked up at me, smiled, jaw first, "OK."

Over the years, he gradually loved to laugh. Standing next to him, he no longer had such deep-rooted indifference.

And the birth of children will become a dawn, the dawn between us.

In fact, as like as two peas, the child's arrival made the dull palace more angry. I insisted on raising him personally, unwilling to leave my hand in the palace girl, and watching the child with his identical appearance in his arms, sleeping in a sweet and safe way, which is a real feeling of being possessed. And that sense of ownership has never been found in him.

Your majesty does not belong to me, but the child belongs to me.

He came here more and more frequently. Sometimes, even after he was busy with political affairs, even if he was tired, he would come and sit for a while. He just sat and looked at us quietly for a while. He looked peaceful, like a perfect husband and father.

"Anu." one day, he suddenly opened his mouth and whispered, "Xijun is almost one year old. I want to give a banquet in the palace so that all civil and military officials can know their prince."

With one word, he established the position of cherishing the king.

My hand trembled, bowed my head and asked respectfully, "it's not appropriate. Your majesty should choose another famous girl to treat them with a dragon..."

I always remember my identity. Although I was listed as a concubine, it was just a gift.

This man Dynasty's civil and military all know that I am a gift, just a tool.

They look down on me in their bones, how can they submit to my son?

"Don't you want him to be the king of a country?" he asked before I finished.

"In contrast, I hope he can grow up safely, healthy and happy." the gentleman is not happy. From him, I have seen the future of cherishing the gentleman.

I don't want him to go back to his father's old way.

"What's more..." I prepared a bunch of reasons.

"No, not to mention, you used to be a very neat person, but now you have become wordy." he interrupted me again and drove back to the palace.

I am sad.

Yes, when did he become wordy? Maybe he officially accepted me, transformed into his wife from all kinds of tasks and roles, and deeply hid in the palace, which also provoked palace resentment.

I slowly became the kind of person I hated. Every day, in the boredom and loneliness day after day, I waited for his footsteps, even if it was just a little noise, it was enough to look forward to it for a long time.

But he seldom came. After the man disappeared, he set foot less.

However, compared with other people in the palace, I was lucky. At least when he was lonely or wanted to talk to someone, I was the first person he thought of.

After I was pregnant with Xijun, I told him, "I'm pregnant."

He looked at me in surprise. It was the first time. I saw my reflection in his eyes.

Xijun is my lucky star.

He rekindled hope in my despair.

In October after pregnancy, he showed unprecedented care and patience. He booed the cold and asked for warmth every day. Sometimes he stayed late and would stay overnight. He hugged me from behind. His broad chest was a stable atmosphere. At that time, I was almost in a trance. In a trance, we were a loving couple, and everyone was the only one.

But when I woke up, everything became different.

After the disastrous defeat of Yanguo many years ago, all wastes need to be renewed. Since then, Yanguo has been plagued by natural disasters. State affairs are difficult. He is very busy and hard. Moreover, the person in his heart has not been me.

I understand very well, and I should admit my fate, but once a woman loves, she will become unwilling and complain.

Sure enough, it has changed. No wonder he would say so.

A few days later, Xijun had a full moon. According to his words, he held a palace banquet. At the banquet, he announced that yanxijun became the crown prince of Yanguo and the king of Zhongshan. Then he turned around and took my hand and declared me the head of the harem in full view of the public. But he didn't say the word "Queen".

The rear seat has been empty for so long, maybe it will be empty all the time.

There was a lot of discussion below, but he didn't make me queen of Yan country after all, which relieved many people.

The battle for the back will never end. I, the nameless leader of the harem, was also pushed to the forefront of the storm.

This was probably beyond his expectation. I also believe that the reward was a simple good intention.

He knew he couldn't give me the heart I wanted, so he gave me everything he could: power, fame, children, and the only love of the harem.

He is still very busy. Xijun grows up slowly. Most of his energy is on state affairs, and the other part is on children. If by chance, when he teaches Xijun to practice calligraphy, his eyes can occasionally stop on me for a moment, it will be enough to make me happy for several days.

Just for that faint glance——

I'll take care of the harem for him so that he can have no worries.

I want to suppress all my slander words and let him not worry about it.

I will clear away all hidden obstacles for him and make him the most wise and great king of Yanguo.

When Xijun was two years old, I began to pay attention to the teacher for him. In the complex relationship between officials, it was not easy to find a backbone who could guide Xijun and help him.

According to the news from Chaozhong, he seems to be in a very difficult situation. Yanhan is a person who refuses to be gentle. His happiness and anger are clear. If he is too strong, he is easy to break, just like the big defeat many years ago. I have to help him. Even in a way he doesn't like.

However, the frequent reception of foreign ministers in the harem intensified the already blazing gossip.

Before becoming a concubine, I was not a chaste woman. I played many roles, including warming the bed. Their suspicions are not groundless.

He obviously heard about it, but he didn't question me face to face. Such silence worried me instead.

The matter of Xijun has come to an end. I showed him the selected list. He just glanced at it and said, "you decide."

"Don't you ask why you chose him?" I asked, "it's rumored that I'm with him..."

"I believe you." he sealed all my words with one sentence.

I looked up at him. He looked clear and his eyes were dignified and pure.

From that moment on, I was doomed.

With the political situation in the DPRK and China surging up, malicious slanders continued. Even once, they "caught the stolen goods" and dragged out a man I didn't know under my bed. Yanhan just smiled and didn't investigate at all.

My special existence makes all those who covet the latter or have ulterior motives crazy.

"There is a plea in the court to depose you." he said frankly. I smiled. Maybe I didn't have love, but the tacit understanding over the years has made me familiar with his smiles and smiles. All his words and unspoken words.

"Anu, I want you to avoid it." I didn't expect much from his next words.

"OK," I replied.

His heart is warm. He thinks of me.

I was deposed and lived in the cold palace.

At that time, Xijun was already five years old. The five-year-old child didn't understand all the inside stories. Instead, he was very angry with his father, and the relationship between father and son became more and more subtle.

In this regard, I am very helpless, but I can't make everything clear with a child.

Later, Xijun gradually understood the meaning of those rumors. No matter how well protected the children in the palace are, they will be precocious than folk children. Although he did not ask me, he saw much of his father's silence. He thought Yanhan was acquiescing to these rumors - in fact, my demotion, he gradually reduced the number of times he looked at me, all confirming Xijun's guess.

He often finds fault, quarrels with Yanhan and makes mischief, which gives people a headache.

Once, Xijun asked me, "mother imperial concubine, does my father dislike you?"

It was a rainy day.

"He always likes another person." maybe I sigh because the weather is too bad.

"Who?" the little guy looked alert.

I laugh, a five-year-old. Who knows whether he likes it or not, but he unconsciously answered a name, "Yi Ren."

"Yi Ren." he repeated. In his eyes as beautiful as Yan Han, he even slipped through the Yin and ruthless that was inconsistent with his age.

Soon after, I was ill. The cause is very simple. At first, it was cold, but later it became more and more serious - in the years of hard work in the palace, the previous injuries and poisons broke out together.

And the reason why he got cold, just because he said to come to see me, but missed his appointment. I stood outside the storm and waited for him for half the night.

Later, I learned that great events had taken place in China. The little emperor of China named Helan Tianan seized power and was in high spirits. He waved his troops and threatened the border of the country. They discussed countermeasures, so they forgot.

I was never the first in his heart.

To this end, Xijun hated him. I wanted to reconcile. However, my disease became worse and worse day by day. In the end, I gradually found that this time was the deadline.

For the last three days, he stayed close by.

When he was dying, he stopped talking and tried for a long time. Finally he sighed, "I'm sorry, I can't say that word."

"No. I thank you for not saying that word to me." I took his hand and smiled. "At least, that means you have always been sincere to me, never deceived or exaggerated. I am satisfied."

Yes, satisfied. I'm relieved.

In a trance, I seemed to go back to the day when I first saw him at the age of 14. I was dressed in black and looked down at me from above.

"What's your name?"

"Anu."

"Will you die for me?"

"Yes."

"Very good, I hope you can keep your word." the boy left a word indifferently, and then turned around.

The girl raised her head behind him, her eyes clear and firm.

He won her lifelong commitment with casual questions.

After Anu died, Yanhan only left eight words on her tombstone.

Like a wife, like a sister, like a friend, like a minister.