When he returned to the mansion, Zhao Zimai was still thinking about what Sang said: In life, you must learn to let yourself go.

He didn't want to go against himself, but not all the demons in his heart could easily be eradicated, but although that sentence could not cure the root cause, it made him feel a lot, as if he had been baked by a hot charcoal. It was just that this emotion disappeared without a trace when he saw the lonely figure sitting alone in the room, as if it had never appeared.

Zhao Wen'an's silhouette was reflected on the window paper, and at the same time, the exquisite shepherd girl in his hand was also reflected on it. Her split body was glued back to her. Although it was rough, she finally looked like a "person".

Zhao Zimai pushed the door and walked into the house, stared at the shepherd girl in Zhao Wen'an's hand for a while, and then bowed and said, "Father."

Zhao Wen'an turned his head, as if he had just discovered that Zhao Zi had stepped in. He was stunned for a moment and said a few words lightly, "It's so late again?"

"The identity of the murderer has been confirmed, it is Zheng Ximing," he raised his eyelids and observed Zhao Wen'an's expression quietly. Seeing that he was surprised, he felt a little calmer, so he continued, "We just reported this to Lord Tan. Shuntian Mansion has issued an arrest document overnight, offering a reward of 10,000 yuan, and wanted Zheng Ximing."

"There is no need to report back to me about Shuntian Mansion." Zhao Wen'an had already put away the surprise on his face and began to fiddle with the shepherd girl in his hand again. The girl's head was tilted on her shoulders and she couldn't fall off, which looked very strange.

"This clock cannot be repaired, right?" Zhao Zimai knew that he was deliberately avoiding suspicion, so he stopped talking. He wanted to ask for peace and left, but this sentence came out of his mouth.

"I didn't expect that I couldn't even keep Zitong's favorite thing," Zhao Wen'an paused, and quickly looked up at Zhao Zimai, "You don't have to blame yourself, you don't blame you for this."

Zhao Zimai felt like he was blocked by a big stone, and his voice became a little hoarse, and he said unconsciously, "Let go of one thought, it's natural," he said, and quickly added, "This is what a friend would comfort me today."

Zhao Wen'an looked at him for a while, and a trace of rare tenderness appeared in his eyes, "Your friend, is the girl I saw in front of Shuntian Mansion this morning?"

"How did my father know that it was a daughter?" He was so anxious that he actually told the truth. Zhao Zimai was both regretful and anxious, and his ears were burned.

"Although I am a bad old man now, I've been young after all." It seemed that it was the first time I talked about such an intimate topic with my son. Unexpectedly, when I blurted out, it was so natural, as if they had always been a close father and son. "I was excited and my blood was boiling. This thing was hard to explain, but it made countless people continue to sacrifice themselves for it. Therefore, there is never a shortage of infatuation in this world, even the queen who has never smiled."

He suddenly changed the subject and made Zhao Zimai stunned, "Empress? Why did my father suddenly mention the Empress?"

The light in Zhao Wen'an's eyes darkened, and the lines between his eyebrows suddenly became darker. "After going down to the court today, Ji Mei, the queen's personal palace maid, found me. She said that the emperor had a strange disease, a strange disease that no one could cure."

Zhao Zimai was puzzled, "Why did she look for you? Dad, you don't know medical skills?"

"She spoke implicitly, and was quickly taken away by two eunuchs, but I still heard what she said. First, this disease is not something that ordinary doctors can cure; second," he glanced at the window, his voice lowered a little, and his two flamboyant eyebrows were tied into a knot at the center of his eyebrows. "I'm afraid some people in the palace are not dedicated to the saint's disease."

"The Lord is the lord of a country. Who dares to be unwilling to his dragon body?"

Having said this, Zhao Zimai suddenly stopped talking. He suddenly remembered the long-standing rumors in the capital: The emperor succeeded to the throne at the age of six, and because he was still young, the empress dowager decided on the affairs of the government. The emperor grew up one year and was about to become an adult, but the empress dowager was greedy for power and refused to delegate power. He continued to delay his time in power on the grounds that the emperor "had not achieved the academic achievement."

Is an emperor who cannot rule the country still a real emperor? Because of this, the relationship between the mother and son has gradually begun to move towards an irreversible situation.

Later, due to the matter of the election, the two had a different disagreement. The emperor liked the woman and the empress dowager wanted to choose were not the same. The emperor insisted on his own opinion and married the woman he loved, but the relationship between the two became even more rigid because of this.

From then on, the empress dowager often scolded the emperor, suppressed the strong queen everywhere, and kept guarding her from time to time. The mother and son had developed to the point where they were incompatible.

"Don't you want to heal the priest with all your heart, it's..."

Zhao Zimai did not say those two words, and Zhao Wen'an's flickering eyes hiding behind the candles had already explained everything: Who else would be there besides her? Who else would dare to ignore the condition of the king of a country, so that he could only breathe on the sickbed?

"Father, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Zimai asked, when he came into contact with Zhao Wen'an's eyes, he suddenly felt that he had asked a lot. What could he do? He could not afford the consequences of offending the other side. No matter how long his hand was, he could not reach the palace. Although the front and back halls of Yangxin Hall were closely connected, they were two completely different places. Even though Zhao Wen'an was powerful enough to the court, he could only stop at the plaque with the words "Zhongzheng Renhe".

***

"Empress Dowager, you shouldn't go in. There is charcoal burning inside. The smell is rushing. I'm afraid you can't stand it..." Eunuch Li reached out to block the thick curtain for a few times, then put his hands down weakly, kneeled on the ground with his knees, and slapped several times on his thin yellow face. "Long live his life, he kept calling cold. The servants had no choice but to light the charcoal basin, but the smell was steamed by the heat, and... just..."

Hearing this, the woman in mink fur shook her body a few times, and tears oozed out of her eyes, "Will the child Ai's family, who has been born for ten months, still dislike him?"

After saying that, she pushed Eunuch Li, who was kneeling in front of the door, reached out and pulled open the curtain, and walked into the warm room.

The moment the curtain closed behind him, a sour smell came towards him. The little palace maid following him couldn't help but retching in her throat. She was so scared that she knelt down and kowtowed several times at the empress dowager.

But the person in front of him had no time to deal with her now. The Queen Mother looked at the figure in the curtain of the big bed: his body wrapped in bright yellow clothes was squirming on the bed, like a worm.
Chapter completed!