His son didn't die? Or was it Murong Li's rescue? It's impossible!

If his son really didn't die, why didn't his mother reveal a word to him for so many days?

He lost his beloved son so painfully every day, he almost collapsed, how could his mother hide the news and watch him fall into it?

Also, he didn't know what Murong Li's situation was in the palace in the capital, and what ability did he have to save his son if he was crowding out the prince who was difficult to protect himself?

The most important point is, if his son did not die, why did the crown prince and the high emperor compromise because of this, and send the prince to him to make amends and make him a son?

Judging from all indications, in the eyes of the prince and the emperor, his son must have really died in front of the prince and the emperor that day, so the emperor made this sacrifice.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lichuan tried his best to suppress all kinds of unrest in his heart, and looked at the old lady calmly, "Mother, you love that Murong Li so much?" In order to stop me from being angry and resentful of him, you actually talked about your own grandson who was still alive? If you arrange your grandson like this, aren't you afraid that your grandson will be difficult to look at under the Nine Springs?! ”

When the old lady saw Zhao Lichuan asking her like this, she was angry.

She sat up from the recliner and picked up the crutches on the side and hit Zhao Lichuan a few times, seeing that he was stubbornly standing there and refused to hide, she was angry and funny.

She said angrily, "Your mother and I have raised you for so many years, in your eyes, your mother and I are such unreasonable people?" If your son really dies, I will arrange for him to exonerate Murong Li? ”

Zhao Lichuan was slightly stunned.

Could it be that he was suspicious and misunderstood his mother?

Could it be that the son is really not dead?

A wave of ecstasy suddenly rose in his heart, and he hurriedly walked to the old lady's recliner, half-knelt down, held the armrest of the recliner with his palm, and asked urgently, "Mother, Qing'er is really not dead?" Where is the other person now? Why haven't you revealed anything to me for so many days? I ......"

The old lady snorted and said, "Of course it's really not dead, how many times do you want me to say it before you believe it!" ”

Zhao Lichuan raised his head and looked at the old lady for three breaths, and finally grinned and squeezed out a big smile.

He said happily, "My son is wrong, my son shouldn't believe you, my son believes everything!" ”

He asked expectantly, "My son believes in you, so can you tell me where Qing'er is now?" How's it going? Are there any injuries? Have you ever been bullied? Is there a ......?"

The old lady glared at him with a headache, "He's your son, isn't it my grandson?" Don't I feel sorry for him if you feel sorry for him? If he is bullied and has a bad life outside, can I live so freely every day? ”

When Zhao Lichuan heard the old lady say this, he knew that his precious son Zhao Jinqing was not guilty outside.

He was extremely happy in his heart, and after his tense spirit relaxed, he couldn't help but reply with a little resentment, "That's not necessarily...... A few days ago, I was drunk and dreamed of Qing'er's death, and I almost rebelled and hit the capital, didn't you also watch it as if it were a joke, and didn't think about telling me the truth to comfort me? I'm still your own son, you are so cruel to you, who knows if you hurt Qing'er......"

The old lady was going to laugh angrily at him.