Chapter 1791 Extra Story: Whose Boy (22)
Mrs. Ji's scolding made the old mother's face change slightly, and after a little hesitation, she explained the matter in detail.
After hearing the inside story, Mrs. Ji's face darkened, and she looked at her daughter who was hanging her head in silence, hating that iron could not be made into steel, "Yu'er, you are now a queen, so you should have the aura and means of a queen. You only know how to sit here What's the use of crying? Do you know how much your grandfather and father have done to make you a queen? The clan sent you into the palace, not for you to be inferior to others!"
"mother……"
"It's true that Princess Hongdou is the daughter of the King of Nanling, and the King of Nanling is certainly not easy to mess with. But if the matter involves the interests of our Ji Mansion, it's not easy to mess with and you can't back down! Leave this matter aside for the time being, and leave it to your mother. "
"Mom, what are you going to do?" The queen was startled and hurriedly asked.
"What do you think mother will do? After I go back, I will ask your father to write a book and send it to the King of Nanling. Princess Hongdou is ignorant, and the King of Nanling will never let her mess around. Hmph, let alone with the character of King Nanling, he And absolutely will not allow the emperor Xiao to miss his daughter!" In Dongyue, no one can stop the emperor, but there is always someone who can stop him, and that person is none other than the King of Nanling.
Mrs. Ji sneered, and didn't stay in the palace any longer. After comforting the queen, she immediately left the palace and returned to Ji's mansion.
After she left, the queen was even more flustered.
Knowing daughter Mo Ruomu, similarly, she also knows mother's temperament very well, and mother will never let this matter go away.
Her becoming a queen has brought too many benefits to the Ji Mansion, not only the mother, but no one in the Ji Mansion will fly away after seeing those benefits in their hands.
I'm afraid something will happen.
What will happen when the emperor finds out in the future?
She suddenly didn't dare to think about it.
"Your Majesty, what should I do with this? The old lady really wants to repair the book for the King of Nanling?" The old mother was also terrified.
If Ji Mansion really wrote a letter to King Nanling, would the Emperor not know about it? At that time, the crime will definitely be counted on the empress.
Ever since the empress got married to the emperor, the emperor's attitude towards the empress has always been neither cold nor indifferent, even the empress seldom comes to the palace. If there is anything that makes the emperor unhappy, I am afraid that the empress will be even more neglected.
Things are making trouble, and it's really neither advancing nor retreating.
Disaster!
The queen didn't answer the old mother's question, and didn't know how to answer it. She raised her eyes and looked out the window, her mind was in a mess.
The atmosphere in the whole bedroom is more silent and depressing than before.
Ji's study room was also dead silent and depressing.
Old man Ji sat behind the desk with a serious face and heavy eyes.
"Father, do you really want to write a book for King Nanling?" Ji Zihang asked.
"Of course it is necessary to send a letter to the King of Nanling. Besides him, who in the whole of East Vietnam would dare to fight against the emperor?" After a while, old man Ji said, "How many years have we traveled in the Ji Mansion to get to where we are today? A little girl, and it all came to naught.”
"But if the emperor knows that we have made small moves behind our backs, I'm afraid the Ji Mansion will not be much better."
"As long as my Ji manor doesn't make any serious mistakes, the emperor can't do anything to us. It's better than having a rock hanging above your head, and you don't know when it will fall." Mr. Ji waved his hand, "Go down first, I'll think about it later Consider."
When Ji Zihang left the study room, old man Ji's eyes slowly darkened, he spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and immediately wrote a letter, and handed it to Hou's confidant next to him, "Pass this letter out."