As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, which trembled just Yi saw Qiao Wanyou's red hands at a glance, his heart ached, and he quickly walked over and gently held them.
"Does it hurt?"
Wan Niang nodded, then hurriedly shook her head: "It doesn't hurt, I don't feel any pain."
The more she said this, the more distressed Long Yi felt. After all, he couldn't say harsh words to his mother, so he just said, "Mother, you also know that Wanyou can't see, so why do you want her to make the bed?"
The concubine was angry: "Qiao, it is your duty as a daughter-in-law to visit her every morning and evening. How dare you tell him about this? Are you saying that I am bullying you?"
"My daughter-in-law doesn't dare." Wan Niang lowered her head, "I haven't told the prince about this."
"That's not what Wanyou said." Long Yi said, "Mother, I did everything I could to invite Wanyou back. She is your daughter-in-law, and it is not wrong to ask her to visit you every morning and evening. But the problem is that Wanyou has poor eyesight, so she can just ask the servants to do such trivial things as making the bed. Why do you insist on doing this?"
The Toffee looked unhappy.
I couldn't respond for a moment, so I just stopped talking.
Long Yi was not in a position to get angry with his mother, so he turned around and saw a figure behind the screen. He immediately shouted, "Who is it? Come out!"
Ling then lowered her head and walked out, saying politely, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Was it your idea?"
His voice was deep and filled with anger.
"It's not me." Ling denied it flatly and raised her bandaged hands. "Your Highness, look, this is Wanyou's masterpiece. She asked me to serve her tea, and the tea scalded me."
"You can call her Wanyou?" Long Yi scolded, turning to look at Qiao Wanyou, "Did you ask Ling to serve tea?"
"Your Highness, yes." Qiao Wanyou said frankly, "This morning, the Concubine ordered me to serve tea, and the tea was boiling hot. I thought maybe this was the rule in the palace, so I did it. The tea was indeed hot, and my hand was burned."
Yan Funing said at the right moment: "Mother, Concubine Ling's hand is bandaged."
"Oh, maybe Concubine Ling's skin is delicate and needs to be bandaged." Qiao Wanyou smiled, "Unlike me, I have lived in the countryside for a long time, my skin is thick, and two burns are no problem at all."
After saying that, he gently pulled his hand away.
"You still say it's okay?"
Long Yi felt very distressed, and held her hand in his palm again and blew on it gently.
Yan Funing’s eyes widened at this.
Yo hoo hoo, good thing.
It will definitely anger Ling and the Concubine Dowager.
Sure enough, she saw that they all looked very sour.
Qiao Wanyou withdrew her hand: "Don't brag, Your Majesty. Your Majesty has put me in a position of opposition with Concubine Ling. After all, she helped me occupy the position of princess for more than ten years. I should be most grateful to her."
"Grateful?" Long Yi snorted, "Thank you for what?"
As he spoke, he glanced away.
"Ling, you have to put yourself in the right position and always be aware of your identity!"
Ling quickly said, "I understand."
Long Yi turned his eyes to the imperial concubine and said, "Mother, let's cancel the morning and evening visits. You feel annoyed, and so do others. Why bother?"
If one person wants to get up early, a group of people will follow suit.
When we get together, we always talk about the same old things, it's so boring.
The concubine waved her hands: "Alright, alright, let's go, I'm tired too."
Everyone said yes.
Long Yi personally helped Qiao Wanyou out.
Yan Funing, Nanny Li and Caiyu followed behind.
When they were far away, Ling complained to the concubine: "Look, aunt, now the prince only has Qiao Wanyou in his eyes."
"Okay, I'm tired today too." The concubine sighed, "Don't you think about it? Qiao Wanyou gave birth to three children, and you only gave birth to one. The most important thing is that Qiao Wanyou gave birth to a prime minister."
"This..." Ling frowned.
"You should go back too and think about it carefully." The concubine ordered him to leave.
Ling had no choice but to say yes. On the way to Mingzhu Garden, Long Yi supported Qiao Wanyou and walked slowly.
Yan Funing slowed down her pace and followed them not too far away.
It was indeed unexpected that Prince Jin came, but it was okay. Things were handled perfectly. From now on, my mother-in-law doesn't have to go to the Concubine Dowager to pay her respects morning and evening.
When they returned to Mingzhu Garden, they met Fu Ciyi who had returned.
Fu Ciyi was unhappy about the situation where his mother was hugged by Long Yi.
He immediately pulled his mother over and said in a bad tone, "What are you doing here?"
Long Yi gritted his teeth and said, "You kid, get it clear here. This is my palace, you are my son, and your mother is my princess."
Why does it sound like his words are redundant?
After saying that, he snatched Qiao Wanyou's arm from his son and helped her into Mingzhu Garden.
Fu Ciyi looked at Yan Funing behind him: "What's going on?"
"It's a long story." Yan Funing said, "As soon as you left the house in the morning, the people around the concubine came over..."
She briefly talked about the so-called morning and evening visits throughout the day.
Hearing Fu Ciyi's angry face, he turned his gaze to Yan Funing and said, "Go back to your room first."
"Where are you going?" She held him back.
Fu Ciyi patted the back of her hand and said, "I'll go talk to him."
I can't let out any anger without saying a few words.
If I don't say a few words, I will suffer more in this palace in the future.
"Then take it easy." Yan Funing consoled softly.
"I know."
The couple then entered Mingzhu Garden.
One went towards the main courtyard, and the other went towards their own courtyard.
Fu Ciyi strode into the main courtyard.
In the room, Long Yi was ordering someone to call the palace doctor. When he saw him coming, he didn't give him a good look: "What do you want to say?"
"I don't want to say anything. I just want to tell King Jin that it was you who invited us back. How can you torture people with such trivial matters as morning and evening visits?"
"I have already dealt with the matter." Long Yi sneered, "What do you mean, you want to teach me how to do things?"
"I dare not." Fu Ciyi said again, "I would like to ask King Jin to take good care of the women in his backyard."
"Asshole, do you believe I will kick you out?"
"I've walked this path once more than ten years ago, so I'm not afraid to walk this path again." Fu Ciyi remained calm, his voice cold, "The King of Jin must know better than anyone who caused the fire."
Long Yi punched Fu Ciyi in the face: "Asshole!" He pointed at his nose angrily, "I gave birth to you. Killing you is as easy as killing an ant. Why should I bring a bastard like you back to the palace?"
"Ciyi." Wan Niang fumbled, "Son, are you okay?"
"Mom, I'm fine." Fu Ciyi poked her cheek with his tongue. He didn't fight back even though his cheek hurt. He just said, "I will return this punch sooner or later."
"Your Highness, please don't beat Ci Yi. He has been sensible since he was young and has suffered a lot with me." Wan Niang burst into tears.
"Get out!" Long Yi yelled.
Fu Ciyi left the main house.
Once outside the main house, he gestured toward the darkness.
There was an immediate response.
People who don’t know the truth can’t hear it.
When they returned to their yard, Yan Funing saw that there was a red spot on his face and blood at the corner of his lips, and she felt heartbroken.
"What happened? Was it Prince Jin who beat him?"
"He hit me, but I'm fine."
He reached out to touch the wound at the corner of his lip. (End of this chapter)
