"I don't know about you, but you want to let the palace and the little prince in the womb accompany the first emperor to the funeral?!"

This sentence is a question for all the civil and military officials in the Heart Cultivation Palace.

However, Fenghua's gaze slowly turned to a person-

Xiao Fengting.

She knew in her heart that she was afraid that only this newly promoted regent present was the one who was now in control of the life and death of the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

Xiao Fengting's long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, her black black hair, and she stood there in purple clothes.

Stunning as a fairy, the legacy is independent.

He didn't look at Shang Fenghua's eyes.

It's like the farce in front of him is really ridiculous and funny, and it doesn't deserve his attention.

Li Quan was stunned when he heard this: "This ......"

The former chief eunuch seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Fenghua.

"The edict of the first emperor does not seem to say that if the concubine is pregnant, will she be martyred?"

"Right now, this palace is pregnant with the widow of the first emperor, if you still want to force this palace to be martyred......"

"What, is this to kill the bloodline of the first emperor?!"

The girl's timbre is sloppy, like a collision of pearls and jade, it should be pretty and crisp, but it inexplicably contains a touch of the shock of Tianzi Fengyi.

Fenghua is gambling.

The concubines who were dragged to the funeral were one after another, and almost the entire harem was emptied.

From this point, it can be seen that the emperor who has just died does not seem to have many heirs.

You must know that in the ancient royal family, the royal heir and blood inheritance were extremely important.

What she bet on was whether the Manchu civil and military forces were pedantic and insisted that she, the queen, be martyred according to her will, or chose to stay...... This is one of the few bloodlines of the first emperor!

As for where the child came from, what is the wish of this queen, the original owner Jiang Bijin......

In the face of life and death, they all have to give in.

Alive, everything is negotiable.

He's dead?

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What Fenghua didn't expect was that the first to take the initiative to stand up was not the minister of Yushitai, who claimed to be the most loyal and patriotic, but ......

A teenager dressed in plain clothes.

The boy is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he has the immaturity and youthfulness that he should have at his age.

The body is slender and thin, like a slender green bamboo, and he steps forward with the demeanor of royal etiquette.

The hand under the young man's wide sleeves was raised slightly, revealing a wrist bone as delicate as jade, and his attitude was slightly respectful towards the man in purple clothes and black hair, and he arched his hand and said:

"Uncle Huang,...... What the queen mother said is reasonable, the heirs of the Great Xia royal family are thin, this is the widow of the father, and this line of bloodline should be preserved. ”

As soon as the plain-clothed young man spoke, a name immediately appeared in Fenghua's mind-

The Seven Princes, Xiao Jingyun.

How could Xiao Jingyun ...... for her? No, Jiang Bijin pleaded?

Fenghua was slightly puzzled.

Obviously, this posthumous son of the former emperor that she fabricated out of thin air and had nothing may become a big problem for his henchmen one day in the future, Xiao Jingyun should be the one who wants to get rid of her and this posthumous son the most......

As soon as I thought of this, I was interrupted by a gorgeous and clear voice-

"The words of the Seventh Emperor are wrong, the edict of the first emperor is not there, but there is no rule that the queen does not have to be martyred if she is pregnant."

"Moreover, the bloodline of the Great Xia Dynasty should be inherited and continued by the Seventh Prince from now on."

The implication is that as long as you become the emperor and give birth to ten or eight of them, do you still worry about any thin heirs?

Xiao Jingyun pursed her lips slightly.

This imperial uncle is really the same as the legend...... Tough.