Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1006 - 806: Beloved Concubine

Chapter 1006: Chapter 806: Beloved Concubine

The Crown Prince said, "Mother, are you worried about this? Rest assured, the Fourth Brother has no intention of claiming the throne, and if Consort De truly wished for the Fourth Brother to be the Crown Prince, she would have proposed it long ago. Why wait until now?"

Nangong Nini added, "Yes, it’s probably been too long since they’ve seen each other, just catching up on old times."

Empress, patting her forehead, said, "But I always feel something is not right with this. Alas, you two should not be engrossed in your affection all day. You must also be wary of the Fourth Prince; don’t let it come to a point where you suddenly find a knife at your throat."

The Crown Prince and Nangong Nini exchanged glances, both feeling that the Fourth Prince absolutely had no intention of usurping the throne.

...

Inside the hall.

The Emperor’s gaze never left Consort De.

Even his eyes held a trace of the youthful naivety and tension that one would only see in a young man. In his eyes, Consort De always looked the way she did the first time he saw her when he was young. Although he was young then, at first sight, he thought this sister was extraordinarily beautiful.

"A lotus flower emerging from clear waters, au naturel," was the very description of Consort De.

Consort De always spoke with a gentle tone, dignified yet natural in demeanor; she had an innate air of grace. Back then, though he was a prince, he delighted in listening to her speak. Her happiness was his happiness, her sorrow his too. When they first met in the Palace, she always spoke to him like an older sister. Before long, he outgrew her, and grasped the matters between men and women; his first experience was with her.

In times of riches, she shared leisure moments with him; in times of hardship, she could instantly don simple clothes and share frugal meals with him, encouraging him to remain resilient at all times. Were it not for losing a son, she definitely would have been his Empress.

"Consort De, you have finally come to see me," said the Emperor, his voice trembling slightly from not seeing her for so long.

Yet Consort De remained calm, "Your Majesty, I have something very important to discuss, concerning our Xiaoye."

"Xiaoye?" That was their eldest son’s nickname, given because he was born in the wilderness during a period of exile.

"My love, why do you still harbor hope on this matter? Over the years, how many have we sent out to search, and when have they ever found the real one? They are all impostors or mistaken identities."

"No, I believe this time, we have found the real one," said Consort De, handing over a portrait Nangong Nini had given her to the Emperor. "Look, this person, he resembles our Le’er, and someone has seen him, he has a birthmark on his chest, it must be Xiaoye."

The Emperor was also somewhat astonished, "Let me see!"

As he unfolded the portrait, the Emperor’s hands trembled a bit, "Who gave you this painting?"

"Never mind who gave it to me. This man is now in Dajin, Le’er has even met him; he now goes by Nangong Ye. Perhaps Xiaoye was too young then, only knew his nickname, so the ones who raised him gave him this name. He is now the General of the Northern Expedition of Dajin."

"Dajin, General of the Northern Expedition?"

...

Nan Feng was also busy, going to the market every day to pick seeds and saplings and helping the villagers with planting, which somewhat reduced the villagers’ complaints and made time seem to pass faster for her.

The new batch of potatoes was growing well and soon began to sprout after planting. Nan Feng also made some fertilizer using methods the old Executioner had once taught her.