To be in charge of the person is just a temporary management, not to establish the queen.

When Concubine Qi received the emperor's oral order, she felt a little disappointed.

As an emperor, there are probably few women who don’t want to be queens, and she is no exception.

From a talent show girl with no background to a high position as a concubine today, she has experienced so much sorrow and pain. Only she herself knows that she will not and cannot be rude to anyone.

If she wants to protect her son and to get more for him, she has to try her best to climb up until she reaches the top and be in the world.

When Empress Su was still alive, she had the support of the Su family, and even if she had the means, she could not do anything to the other party.

Now that the Duke's Mansion has been destroyed and Empress Su dies of illness, it is an excellent opportunity for her.

She must be sure of it, otherwise once Concubine Duan makes a comeback, not only will she not be able to get along with the position of the descendant, but Xier will also miss the crown prince.

As soon as Eunuch Cui who passed the emperor's oral order, Gu Yu whispered, "I heard that many ministers have strongly advised the Empress to be the queen during this period. In the harem, the Empress has the highest position at present. You gave birth to the eldest son for the royal family, and the eldest prince is well-known for being excellent. No matter how you look at this, you are worthy of the chief throne. I don't know what the emperor is thinking, but he only let the Empress..."

"Stop!" Concubine Qi stopped her next words, "Now I am in charge of the six palaces, and I don't know how many eyeliners are outside. You should also cure your bad habits of being shady. Otherwise, if you want to spread these words to those who are interested, not only will you lose your head, but I will also be implicated and the eldest prince. What should I do?"

When Gu Yu heard this, his face changed and hurriedly knelt on the ground, "The Imperial Concubine forgives the crime, it is because I am too talkative, so I should not argue with the emperor."

Concubine Qi did not intend to punish her, but considering that she usually speaks without any restraint, she is afraid that one day she will make trouble, so she took the opportunity to criticize her.

Seeing that she was quite upright in admitting her mistake, Concubine Qi raised her hand and said, "Get up."

Gu Yu thanked him for his gratitude, and stood aside and didn't dare to say more after getting up.

...

Yutang Palace.

Song Yuanbao sat behind the desk, biting the pen tube in his mouth, and occasionally glanced at Zhao Xi opposite him.

The young prince wore a moon-white brocade robe with a dragon pattern, sat upright, holding a wolf's hair in his hand, and his pen was slowly and elegant, with long knuckles, as white as a magnolia flower blooming just outside the window.

Song Yuanbao twisted his butt like a worm, and finally couldn't hold it in, so he called out, "Your Highness."

Zhao Xi ignored him.

Song Yuanbao was not giving up and shouted again, "Your Highness?"

Zhao Xi seemed to have not heard of it, and his eyes focused on the book case.

After being ignored several times, Song Yuanbao was not discouraged. He changed his name and continued to shout, "Zhao Xi? Your Highness Zhao? Your Highness Brother?"

Hearing the last two words, Zhao Xi trembled obviously, raised his forehead slightly, and glanced over, "If you don't work hard, do you want to copy it again?"

"Hey, can you stop being so rigid and punishing me at any time. We have been sitting for half an hour, and you don't say anything, do you want to suffocate me to death?"

"What did you say?" Zhao Xi asked.

When he met his sight, Song Yuanbao's voice couldn't help but lowered a little, "How many nights have you been able to finally draw the mechanical snake, do you really want to hand over it?"

Zhao Xi still had a expressionless look, "Why not hand over?"

"You have to study the mechanism that the head of the Liu family has not even studied. This is a great achievement. Do you plan to give it to me so selflessly without asking for anything in return?"

Song Yuanbao's expression was just a big shot at him: Your father didn't even think about letting you be the prince, but you kept moving forward, are you careless?

Zhao Xi did not respond, lowered his head and continued to write.

"Hey, hey, hey... please pay attention to me."

Zhao Xi continued his previous deafness.

Song Yuanbao got up from his seat, walked to him, and sat directly on his desk with his clothes lifted up.

Zhao Xi was forced to stop writing, his voice was silent, "Go down."

"I won't go, unless you tell me what I think."

Zhao Xi glanced at him indifferently.

"What's wrong with saying a few more words?" When Song Yuanbao got into his dull and rigid temperament, he wanted to find a plier to spread his mouth.

"You shouldn't worry about it, please don't care." Zhao Xi said a word and ordered, "Go down."

Song Yuanbao sneered, left the desk, and sat lazily on the ivory blanket next to Zhao Xi, "I don't want to care, but isn't that snake half of my credit?"

"Repent?"

"I regret it, my intestines are green!" Song Yuanbao became more and more angry as he spoke. "If I had known it, I shouldn't have made suggestions at the beginning. I gave you such a big opportunity to make meritorious performance, but you couldn't catch it. I was so angry that I was too angry."

Seeing that Zhao Xi wanted to shut up and pretend to be mute again, Song Yuanbao hurriedly said, "You want to be the prince in the future. What are you doing so rigidly? Just draw it out. No one knows this except us. I won't tell you who will ask for it? Just hide the painting and wait until you find the opportunity in the future to sacrifice it. You will definitely be in the Eastern Palace."

Zhao Xi commented on his remarks, "a lot of nonsense."

"Why am I talking nonsense?" Song Yuanbao was dissatisfied, "I'm very serious, okay?"

Zhao Xi was unmoved, "You can be the prince with just one painting, so what is my efforts over the years?"

Song Yuanbao choked and then muttered in a low voice, "I clearly mean adding a mechanism design to your excellent foundation. When the right opportunity is used, the emperor will be happy. Maybe he will really enthrone you as the prince? You insist on misinterpreting me, I am all for your own good."

Nine years of hard work have not been exchanged for the imperial edict. How much can a small mechanism design play? At most, it can make the emperor happy for a moment.

Zhao Xi didn't explain too much to him, his tone was faint, "Quiet."

Song Yuanbao got up from the ivory blanket and returned to his position. After sitting for a while, he couldn't sit still.

"Your Highness?"

Zhao Xi ignored it.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Zhao Xi, Zhao Xi, Zhao Xi…"

The moment the other party looked up, Song Yuanbao seized the opportunity and asked him, "When will we go out to play?"

Zhao Xi's face was upright, "During the national mourning period, entertainment is prohibited."

"I know." Song Yuanbao said: "That's why I asked you when, but I didn't say it now."

Zhao Xi: "How old are you, you still want to play all day long?"

Song Yuanbao refuted him, "If I remember correctly, you are only fifteen years old this year, and you actually lived in a thirty or forty-year-old style. You are not as good as a teenager. It's so boring."

Zhao Xi glanced at him and shook his head.

Song Yuanbao started biting the pen tube again, holding his cheek, and his mouth was vague, "I don't know how my good baby has been doing these days."

Zhao Xi didn't react, "Who?"

"Ye Ling!" Song Yuanbao raised his eyebrows at him, "If it weren't for the national mourning restrictions, I would have gone out to see her."

Listening to the name, Zhao Xi felt chills on his back.
Chapter completed!