"In the early years, because his biological mother was not favored, the prince was not favored. However, many years passed. Until the saint was over forty-five, there was still only one prince. That year, the prince was seven years old and finally entered the imperial family. In the eyes of the Holy Lord. "
" Mother is more valuable than son, so Qin Zhaoxun's status rose quickly. Before the kidnapping happened, their mother and son had lived a good life for two years. "
< br>"So, what happened in that kidnapping." Lin Chunhuan couldn't help but ask.
She slowly estimated the time. Even if the prince and the marquis talked more, it would probably be over. She didn't have much time left.
Now Lin Yimiao is not in a hurry, "Don't be anxious, if you don't talk about this from the beginning, you won't be able to explain it at all."
After everything was said, Lin Chunhuan could only listen patiently.
“In the harem, a concubine with no background but an emperor’s heir is too easy to attract jealousy. The first one to be jealous is Concubine Li. She has been in the palace for many years and has never been favored. Damn, even the queen wants to give her three points. Of course, such a person will not allow anyone to ride on her head."
"What's more, that person was the most humble foot-washer in front of her. Maid, this is the kidnapping."
Finally speaking of kidnapping, Lin Yimiao drank two cups of cold tea before slowly calming down her trembling voice, "The prince cannot be killed. After all, he is the only son of the Holy One, but there are too many ways to destroy someone without killing anyone."
"Have the fourth sister been to the women's prison?"
Lin Chunhuan was silent for only a moment before he understood, and his face became a little ugly, "Concubine Li sent the prince to the women's prison?"
"No, she just used a little bit of her mother's power to let her go. Then five or six people came out, and each of them had been in the prison for more than ten years. "
"After they came out, the first man they met... let's call it a man, he was the prince. You don’t need me to tell you anything, right?”
Lin Chunhuan, a female prisoner who has been in prison for more than ten years, shuddered just thinking about the first man she saw when she was released from prison. shivered.
Those desires that have been suppressed for many years, those darkness that have been suppressed deep in the heart for many years, erupted instantly when facing a nine-year-old child.
Lin Chunhuan took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in her heart, "What about Concubine Li? Aren't she afraid of being held accountable by the Holy One for doing this?"
"Pursuing what? The prince is still alive, isn't he?" Lin Yimiao sneered. He said, "What's more, the prince was not the prince at that time, and the Holy Emperor was not sure that he would not be able to have children in the future. In addition, Concubine Li's father and brother were both generals who held real power in the court."
"If we really want to blame it, we can only blame the prince's bad fate for not crawling out of the belly of a high-status mother like Concubine Li."
Lin Yimiao does not need to talk about the following things, as long as The matter was not dealt with seriously at that time, and even if the Holy Father gradually realized that he would indeed not be able to have another son, he would not bring it up again.
"It's still wrong. If it's just like this, the prince will at most resist and be bored with women. Even if it's disgusting... it's definitely not fear. So, what else are you hiding from me?"
Hearing this, Lin Yimiao raised his head and took a deep look at Lin Chunhuan in front of him, his eyes were particularly deep, "I really underestimated you in the past."
"If you hadn't died early in the last life Maybe, you can really drag me out of the quagmire..."
In response to Lin Yimiao's words, Lin Chunhuan had no intention of responding, but just lowered his head and looked at the tea cup in front of him. Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world.
Lin Yimiao also thought of this and smiled to himself, "Well, you are indeed very keen, and there is indeed more to it than that."
"Actually, the prince was not the only one who was kidnapped that day, but also Qin Zhaoxun."
For just a moment, Lin Chunhuan felt as if a ball of wet cotton was stuck in her throat, which made her choke. My throat hurts. There is not much description about Qin Zhaoxun in the mission background.
It was only said that she was born in a humble birth, and she committed suicide in depression when the prince was kidnapped. Originally, Lin Chunhuan only thought that she was a mother, and she could not bear that her biological son had suffered so much, so she had the will to die. suicide.
But I never thought that Qin Zhaoxun, a mother, was actually involved in the kidnapping!
"Are you thinking that Qin Zhaoxun committed suicide because he saw his son suffer?" Before Lin Chunhuan could say the words, Lin Yimiao had already sneered: "The fourth sister underestimated Qin Zhaoxun."
"Being able to rise from a foot-washing maid to become a palace concubine, and also give birth to a prince safely, Qin Zhaoxun's mind and methods are not to mention how brilliant, at least he will not be easily defeated. People."
Lin Yimiao paused for a moment.
Take a deep breath, "Those lunatics, after knowing that they were mother and son, forced the two of them..."
Even before saying it, they had already made it in their hearts. Although he was well prepared, Lin Yimiao found that he couldn't speak when he actually wanted to say these words.
"In short, neither Qin Zhaoxun nor the prince could accept this matter. Although the Holy Father quickly found their mother and son, not long after, Qin Zhaoxun could not stand the torture in his heart and hanged himself in front of the prince. Suicide is the root of the prince’s fear of women.”
"Cuckoo, cuckoo..."
After Lin Yimiao finished speaking, the last drop of herbal tea in the teapot was poured out. Lin Chunhuan remained silent until the call of the cuckoo sounded outside the door. The moment came.
"Your people are here." Lin Yimiao lowered his eyes and reminded lightly.
Lin Chunhuan said nothing and stood up and walked to the door. But before opening the door, she still asked, "Sister, do you think their relationship between mother and son is good?"
"What do you mean? ?”
"Prince, will he miss Qin Zhaoxun? Will he pity her, feel sorry for her, will he understand every step of his humble birth mother and concubine, carefully planned for him?"
Lin Yimiao could not understand for a while, but Still gave his own answer, "Of course, the prince's feelings for Qin Zhaoxun are extraordinary. He endured his nausea and wanted to get married to the Hou Mansion. Isn't it because he wanted to use the power of the Hou Mansion to bring Qin Zhaoxun's memorial tablet to the emperor?" Mausoleum? "
It is a grave sin for a palace concubine to commit suicide, but in Qin Zhaoxun's original position, if she did not die, it would be a stain on her son forever, so she had to die!
But it is impossible to be buried in the imperial mausoleum.
Because of this matter, during the twenty-one years that Lin Yimiao lived in the East Palace, the prince and the emperor had numerous disputes. Shortly after their wedding, the prince was punished to stay in prison because of this matter. Where is the imperial mausoleum that has been there for three months?