novelraw Chapter 1243 - 465: Palace Intrigue Can’t Compare to Rebellion (Part 2)
Chapter 1243 - 465: Palace Intrigue Can’t Compare to Rebellion (Part 2)
"Not to mention, there’s still that ’lady’ in the palace. Whenever she sneezes, my good son would fret terribly and rush over to serve her!"
As the woman spoke, she couldn’t help but add a touch of sarcasm.
Nanny Song grew increasingly sympathetic, "Miss—"
Her dear miss, truly her life had been too bitter.
In the early years, she lived in fear with the late Emperor, and after his demise, she worried herself sick for the current Emperor.
After much difficulty, when His Majesty finally grew up and could govern, it turned out she still couldn’t enjoy her twilight years.
"What ’lady,’ she’s nothing but a plaything!"
Being the woman’s confidante, Nanny Song stood firmly by her side.
Hearing the woman mention ’that lady’ in a self-mocking, desolate tone, Nanny Song shared her resentment, completely disdainful.
"She’s not a plaything, but indeed His Majesty’s kin."
The woman spoke as she slowly sat up.
Nanny Song, seeing this, quickly and thoughtfully placed a hidden bag next to the woman.
The woman slightly leaned her upper body on the hidden bag.
Finding this position relatively comfortable, she didn’t sit up any further but continued to say, "Oh, right, in the future, she might even be the Emperor’s Yue Family!"
Yue Family?
Nanny Song’s eyes widened in disbelief, "What do you mean?"
Hmm, something’s amiss.
Indeed, the reason for the argument between this exalted mother and son was about choosing a candidate to be the Empress.
But the Empress Dowager proposed Grand Scribe Wang’s granddaughter, Wang Shijiu.
The Wang Family was a prominent noble family, and Grand Scribe Wang was a faithful minister.
Marrying a daughter from the Wang Family would appease the nobility and secure support from the Wang Family.
This would greatly benefit the Emperor’s governance without a single drawback!
Even if His Majesty had a "Yue Family," it should indeed be the Wang Family.
Why was there suddenly talk of "that lady"?
Nanny Song couldn’t keep up with her mistress’s pace, her mind full of question marks.
Seeing Nanny Song’s bewildered look, the woman couldn’t help but curl her lips slightly.
"Ah Wu, just wait, our Emperor will come soon!"
The woman remarked calmly.
Ah Wu was Nanny Song’s maiden name; since she became the trusted nanny at the Empress Dowager’s side, few called her that.
Only the Empress Dowager occasionally used it when they chatted privately.
Nanny Song still didn’t grasp the woman’s implication, instead pretending cheerfully, "His Majesty knows you’re awake and will surely come to see you at once!"
See her?
Ha, it’s best not to hold too much hope for the barbecued pork son.
He doesn’t care about his own mother’s life or death, only eager to marry his beloved!
As if to confirm the woman’s prediction, she had just awakened, leaning against the hidden bag drinking medicine, when an announcement sounded outside—
"His Majesty is here!"
Nanny Song beamed with joy, "My Lady, see, His Majesty has come!"
The woman raised an eyebrow but didn’t directly shatter her confidante’s hopes.
It’s not that she didn’t want to, but such matters need to be witnessed firsthand.
Otherwise, even the original self, knowing she and her son were emotionally distant, would still hold a shred of hope.
"Mother, you’re awake? That’s wonderful; this way, I can be at ease!"
The young man who had been arguing with the woman was the second Emperor of the Dayong Dynasty, Emperor Yongcheng.
This year, he was only fourteen, straddling the threshold between adolescence and adulthood.
Meaning, he possessed both the childishness and capriciousness of youth and the adult’s urgent desire for independence and freedom.
Of course, using modern language, he was in a sensitive period.
If mishandled, this overly dramatic youth might become rebellious.
Indeed, the woman’s, oh no, specifically He Tiantian’s, assessment of this young emperor was that he was overly dramatic.
Naturally, there’s another addition—an invisible barbecued pork!
Ah, how pitiful for the original self to have birthed such a son. Recalling his various deeds toward her in the original plot, He Tiantian couldn’t help but lament.
What was the point of having such a son?
Better to birth a piece of barbecued pork, at least it can be eaten!
A son like Emperor Yongcheng only knew to anger and shame the original self, never doing anything a son ought to!
While He Tiantian silently complained, Emperor Yongcheng had already arrived at the bedside.
He first went through the motions of checking He Tiantian’s complexion, then seriously inquired Nanny Song and the other palace maids.
Acting the part of a "filial son," once assured that his thrifty mother was merely momentarily distraught with no major health issue, he ceased his performance.