"It's fine, my father doesn't have to worry about it." Jing Jiawei said with a smile.

"There is something in the words, but don't say it quickly." Emperor Nanchen looked at her and glared at her with a smile.

"The seventh brother and Yun Shizi are complaining, saying that Concubine Xue is pregnant with Liujia, once Lin'er is born, his father will not spoil him, and the son accidentally bumped into the conversation between the seventh brother and Yun Shizi, but he thought it was funny, so he went over and enlightened a few words......"

Speaking of this, Jing Jiawei quietly glanced at Emperor Nanchen, and deliberately sighed helplessly, "...... No matter what, Concubine Xue's belly is also the flesh and blood of her father, even if the seventh brother is jealous, he should look at his father's face, and look forward to Concubine Xue's safe birth of the prince, should not ......"

Emperor Nanchen frowned slightly, and looked at her meaningfully, "What shouldn't it be?" ”

Jing Jiawei looked embarrassed, bowed her head and said, "The seventh brother shouldn't curse the little prince for being stillborn......

Zhou De frowned and quietly raised his eyes to look at her.

"What did you say?" Emperor Nanchen's face changed abruptly, and he asked sharply.

The corners of Jing Jiawei's mouth hooked up an imperceptible sneer, and continued: "Father don't be angry, the seventh brother is just worried about being favored by the little brother, and his heart is unhappy for a while, and he will inevitably say angry ......words."

"Alright, you stand down!" Emperor Nanchen interrupted her words and said coldly.

"Father?" Jing Jiawei's pupils dilated and she looked up at him.

"You said it too, it's just angry talk!" Emperor Nanchen was obviously a little impatient.

"Father?" Jing Jiawei bit her lip and didn't know what to mean for a while.

"Princess Wei, Your Majesty is tired, you can kneel down." Zhou De reminded.

Jing Jiawei saluted stubbornly, only to feel that she couldn't provoke it, but instead touched her nose and turned around and left the Dragon Dormitory.

"Your Majesty, the new tea from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, you can taste it." Zhou De said cautiously.

Emperor Nanchen looked at him and asked nonchalantly, "Wei'er's words, how true and how false?" ”

"This ......" Zhou De was stunned, hurriedly put down the teacup, frowned slightly, and said: "The old slave doesn't dare to say anything......

"Presumably Yi'er must have said something, otherwise, Wei'er would never have made a statement to him in vain, but I'm afraid it's also a bit of oil and vinegar......" Emperor Nanchen said indifferently.

The corners of Zhou De's mouth twitched, and he bowed his head and said nothing.

The suspicious and cautious Emperor Nanchen, he neither fully believed Jing Jiawei's words, nor did he fully believe that Jing Lingyi had not said anything similar.

"Tell the Tai Hospital, take good care of Concubine Xue, Huaxiang Palace will send more people to serve, I don't want any mistakes!" Emperor Nanchen said sharply.

Zhou De hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, rest assured, the old slave has already been ordered." ”

"I want to see who dares to fight the idea of the emperor, no matter who it is, he will be severely punished!" Emperor Nanchen's pupils were deep, and his tone was unquestionable.

Zhou De took a deep breath. This is His Majesty's old man, and naturally gold is expensive.

"The queen and the concubine are there, send someone to keep an eye on me!" Emperor Nanchen said coldly.

Zhou De nodded hurriedly.

Concubine Xue was pregnant with Liujia, and everyone in the palace was eyeing her, and Emperor Nanchen was naturally like a mirror in his heart.

"Let's go, accompany me to Huaxiang Palace to visit Concubine Xue." Emperor Nanchen stood up and walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.

Zhou De hurriedly followed.

An ordinary carriage was parked at the corner not far from the entrance of the Imperial City Palace, in an inconspicuous position, Si Mingyu sat in the carriage, his eyebrows wrinkled into a line.

"Master, my subordinates dare to ask, who are you waiting for?" The corners of Ye Luo's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but ask.

Could it be that the master and the others are in the palace? However, I have been waiting for a few days, and there has been no progress......