The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

Chapter 790: The Impotent Emperor Gave Birth to a Son

"County Lady, this..." Chen Dingbei's forehead was covered with sweat. He was trying his best to please Mingyuan, but his main purpose was to curry favor with Mingyuan's brother, the Prince of Jing, who refused to see anyone after entering the capital.

As for developing a romantic affair with Mingyuan, Chen Dingbei was not prepared for it. While he was hesitating, he found that Mingyuan directly snatched the hairpin away.

Mingyuan snatched the hairpin, gave Chen Dingbei a meaningful smile, and left without looking back.

After the game of Cuju was over, everyone followed the emperor to the Imperial Garden.

As soon as they sat down, the queen asked, "Where is Mingyuan? Why haven't I seen her?"

The attendants hurried to find Mingyuan, and the Empress turned to ask the Emperor, "I heard that Mingshi has been studying in the library all day since he came to the capital, and he never slacked off for a single day. He is really studious. But today is a rare day of fun, so why don't I ask him to come over and pay his respects to the Emperor?"

A prince from the royal family who had no reputation for talent, immediately put on an attitude of being studious and inquisitive since hearing that the emperor was going to adopt a prince from the royal family. The emperor was too lazy to even look at this trick of seeking fame and reputation.

However, he was already over thirty years old, and he had to consider his successor. The Queen happened to have an idea, and he also wanted to take the opportunity to see what the royal family members were planning, so he allowed the Queen to invite King Jing's two children to the capital to celebrate his birthday.

Everyone said that he was planning to adopt Prince Mingshi of King Jing. The emperor sneered in his heart, wondering how could he adopt the person the queen liked.

It was just a stone thrown to test the waters. What kind of waves this stone could create was what interested him.

He knew that the Queen asked Prince Jing to come here just to spread Mingshi's wisdom in front of everyone, and it would be best if the Emperor could praise him against his will in words, so as to win more court officials to support Mingshi.

All the Queen's tricks to be able to survive and give birth in the palace seemed too childish to the Emperor, so childish that he was too lazy to play along with him.

"Since Mingshi is so hardworking, I will go to the library to see what he has learned these days!"

The Queen was a little disappointed. It was a pity that Prince Jing could not show up at this time.

However, the emperor was willing to personally inquire about the studies of Prince Jing, which shows that he still seriously considered the possibility of Prince Jing inheriting the throne.

After all, she chose the person herself.

Although the emperor has not been very affectionate to her in recent years, he is no more affectionate to her than anyone else. Everyone says that the emperor loves her terribly. She didn't believe it before. After all, when she was young and energetic, she relied on the empress dowager and embarrassed the emperor many times.

But now the Queen Mother is gone, and the Emperor has not deposed her. What else could it be except love?

She hinted at it again and again in her heart until she felt that she was truly the emperor's beloved. Then she smiled brightly, stood up and said, "Your Highness, I respectfully send you off."

As soon as the emperor left, Mingyuan was led to the queen. Along the way, Mingyuan greeted everyone she met. Although she had only been in the capital for half a month, it seemed that she already knew half of the people in the capital.

Meng Wenyao had been staring at the emperor as he walked away, until Madam Meng pinched her. She suddenly turned around and asked, "What's wrong, mother?"

Mrs. Meng had an unpleasant expression on her face, and her lips opened and closed several times, leaving only a sigh.

Meng Wen Yao looked in the direction Madam Meng was looking, and saw Princess Mingyuan, who was facing the bright morning sun, chatting and laughing beside the Queen. Was there any problem?

When Meng Wenyao was puzzled, even the maid Fu Liu exclaimed in surprise: "Why is that hairpin on the county lady's head?"

Sure enough, after seeing the hairpin on Mingyuan's head, Meng Wenyao keenly noticed the gazes of people around her, which were full of sympathy and pity.

How could she not sympathize with him? Chen Dingbei was her childhood sweetheart. The thirteen-year-old Chen Dingbei tried her best to give the hairpin to him, but the eighteen-year-old Chen Dingbei had already put the hairpin on someone else's head.

Not to mention the ladies and young ladies around, even Meng Wen Yao felt sorry for the original owner. The person who had always been by her side became someone else's in the blink of an eye.

Disappeared so silently, without even having time to say goodbye.

Not sure if it was due to the original owner's mood, Meng Wenyao also became depressed. In order to avoid the gazes from people around her, she stood up and whispered, "I feel a little bored. I'll go out for a walk."

Mrs. Meng reached out and held Meng Wen Yao's hand. In the end, she didn't say anything. She just patted it lovingly and let Meng Wen Yao leave.

As soon as she walked out of the crowd, Meng Wen Yao felt her breathing became smoother. The birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. It was a good time for a romantic encounter. The emperor happened to be not far away, so she followed him quietly.

She had been paying attention to the actions of the emperor and the empress. She seemed to have just heard that the emperor was going to the library to meet the Prince of Jing. It would be great if she could find a chance to meet him along the way.

Unfortunately, she was not familiar with the palace and was in a hurry to chase the emperor. After taking many turns, she lost him.

Alas, the depressed Meng Wen Yao simply wanted to find a tree to hit herself to death. She rested her forehead against the tree and bumped into it lightly, feeling extremely depressed.

Such a good opportunity, but I just missed it.

Then he thought of the ladies in the Imperial Garden, who, seeing the golden hairpin on County Lady Mingyuan's head, must have excluded her behind her back.

Not only did she not do her own job well, but she also caused the original owner to suffer endless grievances.

"I'm really useless."

She sighed softly, and a tear fell silently. Meng Wen Yao looked at the falling tear in a daze. She was not that fragile. It was probably the original owner's consciousness in her body that was struggling with pain.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her head, wiped away her tears, and encouraged herself. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future, and she couldn't remain silent again.

Unfortunately, the next second, she looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of her blankly and could hardly find her way back.

I leaned my head against the tree trunk again and was thinking about what to do next when I heard a cough from behind.

"Girl, there is a solution to everything. Don't try to commit suicide. Even if you do, you will get your face bruised by hitting a tree, and that won't look good."

Hearing this androgynous voice, Meng Wen Yao turned around suddenly, and saw a master and a servant walking out from the shade of a tree not far away.

It was the Emperor who had disappeared and his chief eunuch. The one who had just spoken out to persuade them was the chief eunuch, Eunuch An.

It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.

Meng Wenyao pretended to be panicked and bowed: "I am sorry for disturbing Your Majesty."

The dry leaves were immediately crushed to pieces under the crushing of the soap-colored boots, and the emperor paced forward steadily and slowly.

He stopped three steps in front of Meng Wen Yao, and his gentle voice gently touched the top of Meng Wen Yao's head.

"Just now, I thought you were following me, but it turns out that you were sad and wanted to find a place to commit suicide."

The voice was warm and teasing. Meng Wen Yao could sense the teasing in it and knew that the emperor was in a good mood, so she plucked up her courage.

"I am sorry to make the emperor laugh."

"Get up."

The emperor gave a calm and gentle instruction, "What happened that made you want to commit suicide in the palace?"