In the coach's tent.
Murong Nie stood in front of Li Junche with his hands tied. There was no one else in the tent except the two of them.
Li Junche stared at Murong Nie with a very serious expression, "After handing Wen Xinghe over to the envoy of Linyue Kingdom, you take a detour to the three cities of Min, Shang and Nie on the border to inspect the border armament situation."
With that said, Li Junche took out three letters from his arms and handed them to Murong Nie, "When you leave, give these three letters to the generals guarding the three cities respectively."
The generals guarding the cities of Min City, Shang City and Min City on the border were Li Junche's men, and they had retreated to the border after the peace talks with Linyue Kingdom.
Murong Nie reached out to take the letter and put it solemnly into his arms. When Li Junche called his name and asked him to escort Wen Xinghe, he guessed that there would be other things, "My lord, is there going to be a war?"
Li Junche nodded, stood up and looked at the border battle map hanging on the wall, and said in a low voice: "If my prediction is correct, my father will issue an edict in early next year."
King's Palace.
When the pregnant concubine Qiao of King Heng passed by a pond, she accidentally fell down and hit her belly on the rocks beside the pond.
By the time he was rescued, his lower body was already red.
The imperial doctor rushed over and after making the diagnosis, he shook his head helplessly, "Your Majesty, the concubine is bleeding too much and the child in her belly cannot be saved."
Li Yuheng looked at the imperial doctor with a pale face and sat silently on the chair with his hands behind his back.
Qiao's sad cries continued in the room.
In a simple courtyard in the backyard of Prince Heng's Mansion, Princess Heng sat on a couch in the outer hall, holding an embroidery cloth in her hand, and the slender embroidery needle shuttled on both sides of the white cloth.
The sharp needle pierces the fingertip and leaves a bright red mark on the heart of the phoenix flower.
A maid wearing a light yellow dress walked in from outside the house, stood beside Princess Heng and whispered, "Ms. Qiao has had a miscarriage."
Princess Heng sucked the pinhole on her finger, and the faint smell of blood echoed in her mouth, "Go down."
The maid bowed her head and said, "Yes."
After the morning court, Li Junche took Wen Jinhe to express his gratitude to the emperor.
A sumptuous breakfast table was placed in the side hall of the royal study.
Li Jingxing had a kind smile on his face, "The chef who prepared this table of dishes was given to Princess Qinbao by you. It must be to your taste."
Wen Jinhe sat next to Li Junche, and did not expect that the emperor would ask them to have breakfast together. "It seems a little different. I must have improved my cooking skills after learning from the royal chef in the palace."
Li Jingxing: "Do you like the fiefdom I gave you?"
Wen Jinhe put down his spoon. He was really restless during this meal.
She raised her head and looked at the emperor with a smile and replied: "My daughter-in-law likes it very much, and is even a little flattered."
Li Junche picked up a small steamed bun and put it on the plate in front of Wen Jinhe.
Li Jingxing looked at the steaming steamed dumplings. Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty. How had he ever seen him take care of someone like this?
"The lives of the people in the thirteen cities in the north are not good. Nancheng is at the center of the thirteen cities. I will give it to you, but don't live up to my expectations."
If one southern city can be sacrificed to save the other twelve cities, the deal will not be considered a loss.
Wen Jinhe pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Since it is my daughter-in-law's fiefdom, I will naturally take good care of it. Father, don't worry."
When breakfast was almost over, the emperor suddenly said: "Prince Heng's concubine had a miscarriage yesterday. I'm afraid the queen will be in a bad mood when you go to pay your respects."
Wen Jinhe was stunned for a moment, miscarriage? Isn't this just the news of pregnancy?
Li Junche interrupted: "My son, I will go with Jinhe to pay my respects to my mother."
The emperor stared at the two of them, his eyes subconsciously looking at Wen Jinhe's belly, "It's not too short for you to get married, and you must hurry up on your heirs."
The two of them didn't expect that Li Jingxing would mention this matter in front of them, isn't it usually the queen's concern?
Li Junche's hand placed under the table held Wen Jinhe's palm, "Don't be anxious, sir. Jinhe and I are still young. It's not convenient for us to be together in the capital now that we're pregnant. We won't make any plans until we conquer Linyue Kingdom." Late."
Li Jingxing frowned, "A woman's pregnancy won't delay you from going to the battlefield. There are so many servants in Prince Che's palace, and there are also doctors in the palace, so you don't need to worry."
Wen Jinhe was a little embarrassed when she left the imperial study. She was only seventeen years old and was about to be forced to have a child.
When she arrived at Changle Palace, the queen's expression was indeed very bad. If Li Junche hadn't been there, she would have spoken coldly to Wen Jinhe.
Seeing the two people's sweet faces, the Queen's chest became even more congested and made her feel panicked.
As the master of the middle palace, it would be unsatisfactory to give the prince a woman, and Princess Che's charming and troublesome appearance is really an eyesore.
Before the two left, Princess Heng came over.
Qiao had a miscarriage, and she was specially called to the palace to question her.
The queen first questioned Princess Heng in front of Wen Jinhe and Li Junche, and her sarcastic words were particularly harsh, "Ms. Qiao lost her child in the palace without any problems. You, the princess, have really done your duty."
Princess Heng was the first to kneel down: "My daughter-in-law didn't take good care of Mrs. Qiao. The first three months of pregnancy should be the time to preserve the fetus, but she didn't want her to go for a walk in the garden. That's why the accident happened."
The queen placed the tea cup heavily on the table. Her face with heavy makeup looked like a zombie jumping out of the coffin in the middle of the night. "As a princess, you should take good care of every heir in the backyard of Prince Heng's Mansion. Don't think that you If you have two children, you don’t care about other people’s lives. The more heirs to the royal family, the better. If you can’t give birth to them yourself, don’t stand in the way of others.”
After she finished speaking, she specifically glanced at Wen Jinhe.
Wen Jinhe, who was sitting aside, looked at the queen suddenly, and his eyes happened to meet hers, and he knew in his heart that these words were meant for him.
Li Junche stood up and said, "Since the queen mother wants to teach the emperor's sister-in-law, Jinhe and I will leave first."
After saying that, without waiting for the queen's consent, she pulled Wen Jinhe out of Changle Palace.
"Bang." The tea cup on the table crashed to the ground, and the fragments fell in front of Princess Heng, almost cutting her hand on her stomach.
The queen stared at the door angrily, her hands shaking with anger.
On the carriage. Wen Jinhe saw Li Junche's face was as cold as a Rakshasa and his eyes were bottomless. She held his hand and counted them one by one, "Why are you angrier than me?"
The queen's words were clearly implying that if Wen Jinhe could not have a child, he should give Li Junche a concubine, or even abdicate the throne in favor of someone else, and let someone else take the position of princess.
Li Junche glanced at Wen Jinhe, his eyes softened, and held his hand in his arms, "I don't want to see you being bullied, not even my father."
Wen Jinhe raised her chin and stared into Li Junche's eyes, "Do you want a child?"
Li Junche was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to touch Wen Jinhe's belly, "Doctor Zhou said that you were weak when you were young and you need to take good care of yourself. Besides, when the war starts next year, I won't be in the capital. Don't worry about the issue of heirs. We'll talk about it after the war is over."
Wen Jinhe smiled and reached out to scratch Li Junche's chin, as if touching Tongtong's jaw. "I also think that another two years is more appropriate. It is not good for a woman's health to give birth at a young age. I cherish my life."
Li Junche's eyes paused for a moment, then he took Wen Jinhe's finger and bit it lightly.
