The waiter shook his head: "The emperor's brother and the emperor's sisters leave first, the waiter wants to spend a while with his mother. I promise not to disturb her mother's sleep."

Yan'er looked at Yun Dai.

Yun Dai smiled and said, "Okay, you guys go there. The waiter kept it and talked to his mother."

Yan'er nodded, left the waiter behind, and took her sisters out.

When he returned to the East Palace, the entourage followed him and said softly: "Master, I found it. The one who started was indeed the person under the disciple of Master Xu."

Yan'er's eyes turned cold: "In the past two years, Mr. Xu has supported the waiter as the King of Northern Qi in secret. That's fine. Now he dares to shoot the imperial officials in the street and hurt his mother. Do you really think this old guy is old and it's useful to rely on his seniority?"

"Master, you give me instructions."

"No hurry, look at the side of my father first. If my father covers up Xu Ge Lao and waiter... I can't say that, so I have to act as a son minister and vent my anger for my mother."

...

Yun Dai waved: "Wother son, why are you standing so far? Come here."

The waiter walked over obediently, lowered his head, looking like he had done something wrong.

Yun Dai's eyes fell on his hands, and his slightly rolled up sleeves revealed the birthmark of the bright red leaves on his wrist.

Her expression became softer.

Speaking of which, among the four children, three of them looked like Zhao Yuanjing, and the only one with the youngest, her facial features inherited more of her appearance.

It is not the slightly narrow and long phoenix eyes of the Zhao family, but the grape eyes, which are large and round, with slightly drooping corners of the eyes.

It looks a little innocent.

His facial features are soft and delicate, and he looks well-behaved.

The most special thing is the mark on his hand. Yan'er and others don't even have a shallow mark. The waiter has bright red leaves exactly the same as hers on his hand.

This makes people sigh amazing.

It is precisely because of this that from the time he was born until the news that Xiao Ziliang was unable to give birth slowly came out, almost all the court and inside and outside agreed that the second prince would inherit the throne of Northern Qi in the future.

Except Yundai.

Although she would occasionally tell jokes, she never thought that she would really let the waiter be the King of Northern Qi.

The king of Northern Qi could only have the surname Xiao.

Xiao Ziliang thought of letting the waiter adopt him and changing his surname to Xiao.

But Zhao Yuanjing, and even the entire Zhao clan, could not agree to such a ridiculous thing.

In the blink of an eye, even the waiter is eight years old.

Yundela sat beside him, stroked his head, and smiled, "What's wrong, good son? He came with his brothers and sisters, without saying a word?"

The waiter raised his head, his eyes flushed, and his voice was a little choked: "My mother, it's all the fault of his son minister."

"Um?"

"My mother's injuries are all implicated by the sons." The waiter sobbed and puffed his mouth to prevent tears from falling. "My mother, do you have a headache?"

"It hurts a little, but it will be healed soon." Yundela was sitting facing him, "Woman, what did you say just now? What do you mean by you?"

The waiter said: "Now it is said that the people who assassinated the mother and the imperial doctor Si were to prevent the uncle from having his own descendants. Therefore, the son minister was the most suspicious."

"This is not your order."

"But there are indeed some ministers in the court who do something good at making decisions." The waiter whispered, "Mother Queen, the son minister really didn't ask them to hurt Doctor Si, and it's even more impossible to hurt Mother Queen."
Chapter completed!