Chapter 390 The Living Dead

The Ninth Prince smiled and took the Sixth Princess' hand into the hall, and asked, "Where is my mother?"

"My mother is worshipping Buddha in the small Buddhist hall." The Sixth Princess said softly.

Concubine Shan was worshipping Buddha in the small Buddhist hall. Her son had only been away for a few days, but she felt that it was extremely long. She didn't know if his hidden illness could be cured, and she didn't know if he had seen his little son.

Concubine Shan suppressed her uneasiness and came to the main hall calmly.

Because of her long-term worship of Buddha, Concubine Shan had a strong smell of sandalwood. She seemed calm, but there was always something obscure in her eyes. She had fair skin and delicate features. Even though she was middle-aged, she could still see the charm of her youth.

She wore a half-new and half-old dark green jacket, a moon-white flowered horse-faced skirt, a pearl hairpin on her head, and only a little powder. Unlike the concubines in the palace who competed for beauty, she looked like an ordinary woman in the folk.

The Ninth Prince bowed to her, then sat down and told her some of what he had seen and heard in the temple. He also gave Shan Jieyu a string of Buddhist beads that had been blessed by the abbot of Lingyin Temple, and a few straw crickets and a small basket that he had bought for the Sixth Princess.

After they talked for a while, they asked the nanny to take the Sixth Princess out to play.

When there was no one else in the room, the Ninth Prince whispered to Shan Jieyu, "Mother, I saw Xiaoyi very clearly this time, and I heard him speak and write poems with my own ears. He looks very much like you, more like you than I do, and he is very talented, with good handwriting and good poems. Moreover, he is very happy... I think that even if he grew up in the palace, he would not be so happy and blessed..."

Shan Jieyu cried while listening, and finally had to cover her mouth with a handkerchief to prevent her crying from being heard.

Shan Jieyu is forty years old this year. She grew up in the Yuan family when she was twelve years old, and her family suffered a devastating disaster. Except for her who was rescued, everyone else died, including the newborn baby.

She was sent to Lingnan to live for three years. The family she fostered was a small merchant in the town, and she lived there as a distant relative of this family. It was said that her family had all died in a plague, and she had no choice but to come to her distant relatives.

From the fear of being beheaded to the relief of being rescued, and then from the sadness of losing her relatives to having the confidence to live strong, until she finally truly accepted this identity and fell in love with the son of this family, it took her a full three years.

Three years is not a long time, but she accepted all the changes. She thought she would take root there, live peacefully and happily with the dark and strong young man, have children, and let the blood of the Yuan family live there in another posture.

When she was full of infinite expectations for the future, she was suddenly taken back to the capital.

She knew that the prince, her only blood relative in the world, had been killed. The emperor wanted her to give birth to a son for him, and wanted someone with the blood of the Yuan family to inherit the throne.

The emperor wanted her to be a tool for him to "atone for his sins", or perhaps a living dead.

She hated the dog emperor who killed her family, but the dog emperor was dead. Although the current emperor helped her family to avenge and saved her, she still hated him. If he had not insisted on marrying her cousin, her family would not have suffered such a disaster.

She knew that she had no power to choose, so she had to obey.

From then on, she not only lost her identity, but also her self, and even more so her yearning. That big cage not only imprisoned her body, but also her heart.

Fortunately, God had eyes, and she only received the emperor's favor twice, and she successfully gave birth to a son.

Since she gave birth to her son, she never saw the emperor again until her son was sixteen years old.

The mother and son lived peacefully in Luoxia Palace. They didn't care if they were despised or bullied.

The son grew up and became more and more close to her. When the son was six years old, the emperor appointed General Chu's son as his companion. She was rescued from prison by General Chu, so she knew that General Chu was the emperor's man. Seeing that the Chu family was getting stronger and stronger and her son was getting smarter and smarter, she began to yearn for life again.

If that man died and her son really became the emperor, it would be good.

Who knew that when her son was thirteen years old, he was crippled by a wicked man. General Chu was also framed and became a son-in-law, and his career was completely ruined.

She was so sad that she wanted to die. Later, she gradually came to her senses. Since her son was crippled, she didn't have to fight for the throne, and maybe she could live well. The mother and son depended on each other and no longer worried, which was not bad.

Later, she knew that the emperor and the Chu family were looking for miracle doctors and miracle medicines to treat her son, and she began to yearn for it again. However, she was exhausted by disappointment again and again.

When her son was sixteen years old, he married the prince's wife and the concubine. She also knew that her son was not only crippled in the leg, but also injured in the root.

That year, the emperor appeared in front of her again and favored her again.

She got pregnant again at the "advanced age" of 33. In order to avoid complications, she was sent to a nunnery, saying that it was to pray for the sick queen mother. When she gave birth to Xiangwang again, she gave birth to another "dead fetus".

Her heart was dead, and even if the emperor gave the sixth princess to her to raise, she would be calm. If it weren't for her eldest son, she really wanted to become a nun.

At that time, she thought that if she didn't give birth to Xiangwang, it would be better, and she wouldn't be so painful. She was originally a living dead, and she didn't deserve the luxury of "yearning".

However, last year, two great happiness came to her one after another, and she was so happy that she felt like she was dreaming. First, she learned that Master Wuzhi was willing to treat her son and found a magic medicine to cure the disease. Later, she learned that the dead fetus was actually fake, and the youngest son was still alive...

Shan Jieyu cried for a while and then stopped, and asked, "You only talked about Xiao Shiyi and didn't talk about yourself. How is the emperor? Is the disease cured?"

The Ninth Prince's face was slightly flushed, and he smiled, "It should be cured."

Shan Jieyu was so happy that she started crying again. After crying for a while, she clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha, your disease is also cured, it's really great." She hurriedly said, "Go back quickly, mother wants to have a grandson next year."

Before the Ninth Prince left, he handed Shan Jieyu a small purse, which contained a lock of Xiao Shiyi's hair.

Shan Jieyu lay on the bed, smelling the lock of hair over and over again, and finally put the hair on her chest and gradually fell asleep.

The next day, when she woke up, she put the hair into the purse again, put the purse in her arms, and also put her baby on her chest.

At this time, Chen Dabao and Chen Afu were laughing and joking. He came to the main courtyard to eat, and the two little ones in Chen Afu's belly were doing somersaults, which made Chen Afu feel a little uncomfortable.

Dabao heard that his brother or sister was tossing and turning in his mother's belly, so he put his hand on his mother's belly, and he really felt the big belly bulge here and there, and he was very happy.

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