1071: A Family Reunion, Giving Birth? (3)

A Family Reunion, Giving Birth? (3)

Of course, Yan Jiuchao shamelessly skipped the embarrassing experience of losing his memory time and time again and getting married again and again, and even becoming Yu Wan's father!0

After hearing their experience, Prince Yan was even more shocked than when he saw Yu Wan pregnant. It turned out that the powerful Ghost Clan was only the old capital used by the Sikong Royal Family to imprison sinners. It also turned out that Yu Wan had a background that was even stronger than the Commandery Princess of Nanzhao and the daughter of the Divine General Manor. Not to mention the Sacred and Sorcerer Clans. Those inheritances were actually real and were even found by Cong'er, Ah Wan, and the others.

Prince Yan's heart ached, but he was also very gratified. It was said that his Cong'er would not live past twenty-five. Now, he wanted to let those people see how his Cong'er broke this prophecy and lived a long life.

Prince Yan suppressed his excitement. "I've gathered all the herbs you need. I've planted a few in the greenhouse of the Young Master Manor. Since you've obtained the medicinal primers, can I ask Doctor Cui to refine the antidote?"

"That's right!" Yu Wan said. "Thirteen, are you outside?"

Shadow Thirteen walked in. "Young Madam, what can I do for you?"

Yu Wan asked, "Is Old Cui around? Invite him in. We'll start refining the antidote immediately."

Shadow Thirteen looked at Yan Jiuchao.

Yan Jiuchao said, "Old Cui has returned to the village."

Old Cui, who had just walked to the door with his bag: "…"

Prince Yan looked at Old Cui at the door, and Old Cui also looked at Prince Yan in the study. Prince Yan opened his mouth in shock.

"Father, what are you looking at?" Yu Wan followed Prince Yan's gaze and turned her head. Shadow Thirteen blocked Old Cui.

"Nothing, ahem!" Prince Yan said without changing his expression. "I'm looking at Dabao and the others."

"Why did he go back? Go and bring him over," Yu Wan said.

Shadow Thirteen glanced at his Young Master and agreed seriously. "Yes, I'll do it now!"

Yu Wan was tired after sitting for a while. After she got up and returned to her room, Prince Yan looked at his son strangely. "What happened just now?"

Yan Jiuchao said, "She thinks she's the Saintess, that her blood is the Saintess' blood."

In fact, Yu Wan was not. The Little Saint King in her stomach was. In order not to let his wife's fantasy of the "strongest saintess in history" be shattered, a certain young master worked hard.

Prince Yan understood. The four types of medicinal primers had actually only found three. There was still one more in Ah Wan's stomach. He could only obtain the true blood of the saintess after the child was safely born.

This was fine. They had waited for so many years. A few days was fine. Besides, Ah Wan should be giving birth soon.

"By the way, I was so focused on talking about you just now that I forgot to tell you that your uncle is sick."

"So I've heard."

Prince Yan's feelings for the Emperor were a little complicated. Back then, when they were thrown into the Cold Palace, the two brothers relied on each other and lived a very difficult life. Before his mother died, she forced the Emperor to swear that she would treat him well. The Emperor did his best, but humans were selfish. He took the blame for the Emperor, and the Emperor did not hesitate to kill his father to save his life. However, his father did not have to die, nor did he have to turn against him.

From this point of view, it was difficult for him to forgive the Emperor.

However, on second thought, if his father had wanted to kill his brother back then, he probably wouldn't have been able to sit back and do nothing.

His father and mother had already passed away, so there was no point in arguing about who was right and who was wrong. All these years, the Emperor had treated Cong'er extremely well. On the one hand, it was out of brotherhood with him, and on the other hand, it was to make up for what he owed him back then.

"I didn't visit him, but I think you should. He might have let me down in the past, but he didn't let you down. He wasn't the one who caused the tragedy of our Prince Yan Manor. Nangong Yan's interference had nothing to do with him. Back then, I took the blame for him. The worst outcome was that I was hated by Father, and I had no intention of becoming the Emperor, so I didn't care much about hatred."

In other words, even if he had not taken the blame for the Emperor back then, he would not have been willing to inherit the throne. The throne belonged to his brother, and he and his brother knew each other very well.

In the end, he would still become Prince Yan and Nangong Yan would still fancy him. Therefore, the debt of him being schemed against by Nangong Yan really could not be blamed on this brother.

Yan Jiuchao said, "Alright, I'll go see him."

…

The news of Yan Jiuchao entering the palace to visit quickly spread throughout the capital, and almost overnight, it reached Prince Jing Manor.

"What did you say? Who entered the palace?" Yan Huaijing put down the half-read memorial in his hand and looked at the guard in front of him.

The guard cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, it's Yan Jiuchao! Yan Jiuchao is going to enter the palace to visit His Majesty!"

Yan Huaijing's eyes darkened. "He returned to the Capital so quickly? Why didn't I receive the news? Didn't I tell you to guard the southern city gate carefully?"

The guard said awkwardly, "Your Highness, we did send troops to guard the southern city gate, but… but Yan Jiuchao didn't enter from the southern city gate… He used the water route!"

"When did he return to the Capital?" Yan Huaijing asked.

"Today!" The guard replied.

Yan Huaijing said thoughtfully, "He just returned to the Capital today and he went to the palace to visit today?"

The advisor at the side said, "Your Highness, I'm afraid Yan Jiuchao didn't just come to visit the Emperor. That spy's identity has been exposed. With Yan Jiuchao's intelligence, I'm afraid he has already guessed that it was done by Your Highness."

"Smart?" Yan Huaijing sneered.

"Just a little smart," the advisor quickly said.

Yan Huaijing frowned and said, "In that case, he's going to enter the palace to complain to Father? Get someone to stop him! Don't let him see Father!"

The guard cleared his throat. "I'm afraid… we can't stop him." What kind of person was that? He even dared to beat someone up in the throne room. Who could stop him?

It was not appropriate to talk about using weapons. Who did not know that His Majesty doted on Yan Jiuchao? Wasn't he openly going against His Majesty by holding a knife to his neck and not allowing him to enter the palace to visit?

Yan Huaijing quickly understood and asked the guard, "Has he already entered the palace or something?"

The guard said, "Not yet. He's on his way, heading in the direction of the palace."

Yan Huaijing's eyes turned cold. He looked at a man in a cloak and bamboo hat in the corner and asked, "Master, how's the preparation of the pills you refined for Father?"

The man said in a hoarse voice, "It's already done."

Yan Huaijing asked, "Can Master's pills really treat my father's illness?"

The man's face was hidden under the bamboo hat, and the voice that came out was mysterious and low. "It can not only treat the illness of the Great Zhou's Emperor, but also extend his life and let him borrow from the heavens for another ten to eight years."

Yan Huaijing said pleasantly, "I'm relieved to hear that. Father will definitely be overjoyed when he sees the pills! I'll bring the pills into the palace now!"

He wanted to see his father before Yan Jiuchao!

The cloaked man said, "His Highness Prince Jing has made a great contribution. His Majesty will definitely reward you well."

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