Sang Ye's doubt made Zheng Lin stunned. He took away the strangeness in his eyes and smeared An Yu without any burden: I'm afraid that he would do such an irrational thing.

As a member of Ling, even if he has learned only the information he has been away from the capital, he can guess from the tasks he has done in recent years that An Yu’s position as the prince is not stable.

First, the dragon on the dragon throne was healthy and refused to delegate power to An Yu. He also appointed a prince early and did not want his descendants to start a coup again. Second, there were four or five underage princes after An Yu, one of whom was talented and loved. The variables were too great, and no one could tell whether An Yu could laugh to the end.

Because of this, the ministers in the court were divided into several factions, and the majority of them wanted to seek the merits of the dragon. Some ministers stood on An Yu's side openly, and kept making small moves in private, and were ambiguous with other princes' foreign families.

Zheng Lin and others have dealt with many such things, mostly collecting information from these officials for later use. If evidence of crime can be collected directly, the people from An Yu's sect will clean it up to prevent future troubles!

An Yu was scruples and did not dare to do some things blatantly, so as not to leave a handle to be caught by those who were waiting to catch his braid. Zheng Lin wanted to use this to operate, which forced An Yu to give up the idea of ​​forcibly taking away the mulberry leaves.

Sang Ye just said it casually, and naturally knew that An Yu could not be really crazy. Seeing that her husband couldn't say anything, she couldn't help but sigh and said: Take one step at a time. If you have to go to Beijing with him in the end, don't act rashly, and you can't implicate your parents and the others.

Zheng Lin felt ache in his heart, and hugged her tightly and said resolutely: I will not let anyone take you away, and I will not allow anyone to separate us!

Sang Ye smiled bitterly and said softly: I will stay in the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood. If I really get to that point, I can try my best to come back! But what if you have something to do, what will you do to me?

Knowing that his wife had prepared the worst, she couldn't comfort her no matter what she said. Before everything was decided, Zheng Lin didn't want her to worry, so she didn't say anything else. She deliberately found a relaxed topic and discussed the name of Lantern Festival.

Like Tangyuaner, the couple had named a lot of names before, but they had never decided.

But at this time, Sang Ye didn't have much intention to name his younger son, but when he thought that he would not be with him for long, he didn't know when he would wait for him again. Tears burst out in her eyes unconsciously. She always wanted to do something for the little guy, so she agreed with her husband's words: Then let's set the name of Xiao Yuanxiao now!

Since you cannot participate in the growth of your younger son and now you still have the opportunity to name the little guy, you cannot miss it for nothing and leave only regrets.

The two discussed for a while, and finally picked out one of the names they had chosen before, and decided on the name Zeyan, Zheng Zeyan.

It happened that at this time, the wet nurse came over with a full and full Lantern Festival. She met An Yu at the door who had been dealing with official duties and Yuncao, who was holding a tray of soup. An Yu signaled the wet nurse to go in first. She and Yuncao stood in the outer room without moving, so the couple who were staying in the inner room did not see him coming.

Sang Ye eagerly took the little Lantern Festival from the wet nurse. Looking at his red and wrinkled little face, tears flowed down again: Lantern Festival, Ze Yan Niang, I'm sorry for you!

Well, maybe it was because my mother was not very comfortable when she was touched by her cheeks. Xiao Yuanxiao, who had not opened her eyes, hummed restlessly, and was kicked strongly by her calves wrapped in a swaddle to protest.

Sang Ye was afraid of waking the little guy up, so he hurriedly raised his head and didn't dare to press his little face anymore. His eyes were still a bit away from him, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance deeply in his mind.

Zheng Lin felt sad when he saw it, and he became more determined to have the idea of ​​asking for it. Just as he was about to send the wet nurse away and whispered his wife, An Yu walked in with Yuncao and interrupted what he wanted to say.

Seeing him, the couple both turned cold. Sang Ye held Xiao Yuanxiao's arm and tightened it subconsciously and said coldly: The delivery room is not clean, it is not the place where Your Highness should come. If it hits your highness and the private wife cannot afford it!

When An Yu, who was in a good mood, suddenly became gloomy. After enduring it, he said helplessly: Do you have to talk to me in this tone?

Sang Ye's eyes were still on Xiao Yuanxiao. He didn't look up when he heard this, and he was too lazy to say more.

This attitude scared the wet nurse beside her and shook her. She was afraid that the crown prince would be unhappy, so she vented her anger on her, a little wet nurse. She had both old and young, so she could not be implicated for no reason.

The atmosphere became cold for a moment. Yuncao looked at the master who looked increasingly ugly and quickly placed the tray on the table at the bedside and began to smooth things over: Sister Sang, this is the soup that Your Highness specially ordered the kitchen to stew for you. It will be of great benefit to your body. You can drink it while it is hot!

Sang Ye had no good expression to An Yu, but could not show his expression to Yunchi, so he ignored her previous words and smiled and thanked: It's time for Miss Yunchi.
Chapter completed!