The Regent's Tender Darling

"you……"

The imperial concubine was so angry that her brows were furrowed, and her hand holding the beads could not help but tremble. After taking a breath, she said: "When your sister came to see me earlier, I knew that you two siblings were restless! I I didn’t expect you to be so restless! Do you still have my mother-in-law in your eyes?”

"Concubine, my son has accomplished something in his studies and should serve his family and country." Yan Xuan couldn't help but retort, speaking softly. He also wanted to persuade his concubine.

Even if he is not the emperor, he does not want to live a life of mediocrity.

"Are you successful in your studies?" The noble concubine stood up slowly. Facing her son, she felt that she could no longer control him.

But this was her son, how could she ignore it?

Shen Sheng said: "My mother asked you to study because I wanted you to be a sage, not to go to the muddy waters of the court! Looking at the strategic people in the world, who do you count among them? Your own scandals are not enough many?"

"Mother! You..."

Yan Xuan raised his face slightly, and his eyes turned red when he looked at the imperial concubine. He didn't care what others said about him.

But how could he not care when his mother-in-law said these things to him.

All the rebuttals finally turned into a choked question: "Mother, concubine, do you also treat your son like this?"

He was framed for the Baihua Pavilion incident. He was obviously the victim. Why... why did he become the target of public criticism?

The imperial concubine also realized that her words were serious. She couldn't bear to see her son's look, and turned around with her sleeves rolled up, her eyes already moist.

He forced himself to endure his unbearability and said: "Da Nan has no shortage of talents. One more person is not too much, and one person less than you is not a lot. The current situation in Da Nan is even understood by a woman like me. How dare you squeeze in?" ?”

"As the saying goes, a gentleman should take precautions before things happen. Is it possible that all your books have been read into the dog's belly?"

Yan Xuan let out a deep breath, and his straight shoulders couldn't help but slump, and he just said: "Mother and concubine, I will definitely be able to stand on my own feet."

"You still want to..." The noble concubine suddenly turned around, her eyes widened with anger, she pointed at Yan Xuan and was speechless for a moment.

"My mother and concubine always ask my sons and ministers to abide by their duties. The duties of my sons and ministers are definitely not to be an idle prince."

Speaking of this, Yan Xuan sighed slightly. He looked at the angry concubine and asked: "Concubine, do you know how your son has been here these years? Concubine, you know that my sister has suffered all these years. Are you aggrieved? Even you, the concubine, are trapped in this Jingci Temple, and your son doesn’t want to live in such a useless state.”

"The mother-in-law teaches her son that a gentleman should be generous. The son is already very generous. He tolerates everything, but the son can only have this chance to turn around."

The imperial concubine lowered her head, slowly turned her back, and knelt down on the futon again. How could she not know?

"Xuan'er, my mother-in-law doesn't want you to enter the court because she wants you to settle down and live in peace."

In this world, what else is more important than life?

"Mother, my son wants to avenge himself."

The imperial concubine's face darkened, and then she mocked: "Revenge? Haha...how many pounds and taels do you have to take revenge? Do you think that if you become an examiner, you will be able to flourish? In the future..."

"You always don't believe me, my minister." Yan Xuan spat out these words calmly, withdrew the sadness in his eyes, turned them into indifference, and kowtowed: "My minister, please retire."

"Come back! Yan Xuan! You..." When the imperial concubine got up and ran over, the door had been closed. She wanted to grab the corner of her clothes, but missed it and threw herself against the cold wooden door.

Two lines of clear tears fell slowly, and he fell to the ground. He sighed slightly and murmured: "Silly boy, it should be yours. How can I not fight for you as a mother? But do you know that this water is yours?" How deep..."