"The princess is noble, and the courtiers are naturally inferior, but the love of parents in the world for their daughters never distinguishes between high and low status, noble or not."

Jiang Yunqing's back was straight, and she looked at the queen without fear.

"Filial piety is cloudy, those who love their relatives dare not be evil; Those who respect their relatives dare not be slow to others. ”

"The courtier's mother died early, and my aunt treated me like a daughter, and her heart for protecting me was no less than that of the queen to the princess."

"My aunt is just a cousin to me, and if I can do this, how can I treat others poorly, if it is not for others to bully each other step by step, how can my aunt be disproportionate and rude in front of the queen because of a moment of anger."

Jiang Yunqing looked at the queen and said respectfully: "Niangniang is the mother of a country, and the mother is the world, so she will never discuss the strengths and weaknesses of people like ordinary women, and she can't see her uncle's loving heart clearly, and she misunderstands her." ”

The queen listened to Jiang Yunqing's persecution, and her eyes burned with anger.

She didn't like Jiang Yunqing in the first place, not only because she was Meng Minjun's child, but also because she saved the prince.

Although it was not her to do it when the West Mountain was in the West Mountain, if the prince could die in the West Mountain, it was something she liked to see.

The prince is only fourteen years old now, but he is only a half-grown child who has not even grown his hair.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the blood of the first emperor, if it weren't for the support of the king and the old immortals in the court, how could he sit firmly on the throne of the crown prince?

When His Majesty ascended the throne, the seven princes under his knees were all three years older than the crown prince, but the first emperor left his son-in-law.

At that time, the palace held a lot of power, and the old king died of illness, and Junmo, who was only seventeen years old, led the troops back to force him to force him, and His Majesty had to make Li Yu, who was only four years old, the crown prince.

Now, even if His Majesty's lineage is orthodox, all the princes can only be one head shorter than Li Yu and respectfully call him His Royal Highness the Prince.

Only when Li Yu dies can he give up the position of prince.

Only when Li Yu is buried in Xishan can her five princes have the opportunity to fight for the throne and become the master of this Dayan Dynasty!

The queen remembered that the prince who should have died in Xishan was actually saved by Jiang Yunqing, and her eyes couldn't help but be fierce.

"Sharp teeth, this palace doesn't know that Cheng'en Hou was born as a military general, and he can actually teach such a clever daughter!"

"The Queen's Mother......"

Old Madam Jiang's face turned pale.

The queen turned her head to her and said: "I have heard a lot of rumors outside the palace, and the Marquis of Cheng'en has no way to govern the family, and Mrs. Jiang just said that it is good, you should indeed teach Miss Jiang the rules well." ”

Jiang Yunqing's face was slightly cold when he heard the queen's reprimand.

She can see that this queen is deliberately trying to embarrass her.

Or maybe it's because of the Prince...

Maybe there are others.

Jiang Yunqing just wanted to save herself, but she didn't want to wait for her to speak, and there was a light laugh on the corridor not far away.

"Yo, what is the Queen Mother doing? It's so good, why did you lose your temper? ”

Everyone looked over there and saw a woman in a scarlet palace dress walking from the side corridor.

The man wore a high bun, a gorgeous hairpin, and a coquettish face.

Phoenix eyes and willow eyebrows, skin like congealed snow.

The lips are cherry red, the eyes are rippling, and the tails of the eyes are raised when laughing, with an extremely charming color, but not vulgar.

She looks like she is in her twenties, but her posture is like a ripe peach, which is not comparable to that of an ordinary young woman, holding a beautiful fan in her hand, and her fingers with armor are slightly cocked, shaking the fan and walking towards this side.