HLnovel Chapter 110: Good things happen in the first 7 nights
Chapter 110: Good things happen in the first 7 nights
Queen Lin had no smile on her face and did not speak directly, but she eventually breathed a sigh of relief.
This son is not that stupid.
If Chu Hantian still refuses to cooperate, she will make sure that Feng Xiaolou will never see the sun tomorrow.
"The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace should have one principal wife, two concubines, and two concubines."
"In this selection of concubines, all vacancies will be filled."
Queen Lin sat still. Although her voice was not loud, it carried an irresistible aura.
Chu Hantian’s heart suddenly tightened when he heard this.
The Queen Mother's move was like a mountain pressing down on Xiaolou's head.
Fortunately, the Empress Dowager promoted Xiaolou's position. If she had still been the Eastern Palace Fengyi, Xiaolou's life would have been even more difficult.
The gentle and elegant face of Chu Hanyun appeared in Chu Hantian's mind again. He could only grit his teeth and hold back his sympathy for Feng Xiaolou.
His feelings for Xiaolou are obvious to all, but this feeling cannot help him keep his position as crown prince.
What's more, Xiaolou's future happiness depends entirely on him.
Only if he reaches that position, Xiaolou will have a hope of becoming the master of the harem.
Now he can only let Xiaolou suffer some grievances for the time being. When his great cause is accomplished, no woman will be able to suppress Xiaolou!
"Everything is up to the Queen Mother's arrangement."
Chu Hantian responded respectfully.
Queen Lin looked at her son quietly, and her red lips finally curved into a satisfied arc.
Then she frowned slightly again, and a look of annoyance crept into the corners of her eyes.
Concubine De wanted to ask for Lu's daughter to marry Chu Hanyun, so, as the queen, she obviously could not compete with Concubine De for Lu's daughter.
There are noble ladies with more prominent status in the whole Chu, but it is easy to marry one. But if one day he were to marry one, he would be afraid that the marriage would turn into an enmity just because of Chu Hantian's obsessive favoritism towards Feng Xiaolou.
We must find a noble lady who can control Feng Xiaolou to be the Crown Princess.
Queen Lin lowered her eyes to look at the bright red nail polish on her fingertips, and the figure of a woman in a red dress involuntarily appeared in front of her eyes.
Yue Ran.
Not only does she have an impeccable identity, she also holds military power.
Then Queen Lin shook her head helplessly.
The series of actions taken by Chu Hantian and Feng Xiaolou before had completely pushed Yue Ran to the enemy side.
That woman is not someone her son can control.
Forget it, I’ll look for a suitable lady in Beijing.
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Dingbei Palace.
In the past few days, Song Yanran has been keeping vigil and crying in the Song family's mourning hall every day, and her face is becoming more and more haggard.
Song Yannian and the Zhang couple all had blisters on their mouths, and they had lost weight visibly.
If someone who doesn't know the story sees this, they will definitely sigh, "What a deep love between brother and sister."
Only Song Yannian and his wife knew that the time they could spend in the Dingbei Palace was getting less and less.
Although a mourning hall was set up for Song in the palace, Yue Yuan and Yue Ran had never come to burn incense for Song.
There is really no affection left between the prince and the girl.
That would have been fine, but the few young men from the Lu family that Yue Ziyu knew had never set foot in the Song family's mourning hall.
Even though they would come to look for Yue Ziyu from time to time these days.
Song Yanran had tried to bring some tea and snacks to the visiting Lu brothers, but she didn't even have the chance to get close to the main hall as she was "invited" out by the palace guards.
The Lu family's attitude was very clear. At most, they would only give some face to Yue Ziyu himself. They looked down on the Song family.
Song Yannian felt anxious as he understood that once his sister died, their ties with the Dingbei Palace would be severed by more than half, and there would no longer be anyone who would give the Song family financial subsidies every now and then like the Song family did.
Now they can only hope that their daughter can marry Yue Ziyu, otherwise what will their family eat and drink in the future?
Most people cannot afford the food, clothing and other expenses of my son Song Zhuangzhuang!
"That old hag from the Zhao family, didn't she say she would arrange it for Yanran? The funeral will be held tomorrow, and we still haven't made any progress!"
Zhang knelt in the mourning hall, muttering indignantly, and pinched Song Yanran's arm in anger:
"Useless little bitch! I spent so much time and effort to raise you, but when the critical moment came, you were completely useless!"
Song Yanran covered her arms and cried in grievance.
What can she do? She has tried her best.
To be honest, if we just look at appearance, she prefers the eldest son of the Lu family, Lu Qinlin.
The second son, Yue Ziyu, is still considered a handsome young man when standing alone. He is many times more handsome than when he was a child.
But the eldest son of the Lu family is different. He just stands there, and a casual glance from him is enough to make people's hearts flutter.
If I could stay with that young master and add charm to his life, it would be fine even if I didn't have any status.
Song Yanran bit her lip.
But she couldn't even reach that godly person.
After just a quick glance, the man strode away.
Forget it, just think that she and he are not meant to be together.
Mother Zhao at the palace had clearly promised that her aunt would get what she wanted before the seventh day after her death.
But tonight is the seventh day.
Tomorrow Song's funeral will be held, and Yue Ziyu will be in mourning. The prince will not easily agree to let him marry or take a concubine.
The three members of the Song family were tired and anxious in the mourning hall, watching the night grow darker and darker.
Near midnight, Mother Zhao finally came to the mourning hall secretly and waved to Song Yanran:
"Miss cousin, follow me."
Song Yannian was overjoyed and pushed Zhang fiercely:
"Wake up! Here comes your chance."
Zhang woke up with a start and was so overwhelmed with joy that she wanted to stand up.
Mother Zhao glared at me coldly:
"On the first seven nights, there was no one keeping vigil in the funeral hall. Do you think that's reasonable?"
The Song couple knelt back in embarrassment and wanted to pull Song Yanran aside to give her some more advice.
Mother Zhao had already lost her patience. She looked around and whispered fiercely:
"Do you think it was easy for me to find this opportunity? The Second Young Master was originally going to come here to keep vigil, but I gave him the ginseng soup with added ingredients!"
Song Yannian nodded excitedly:
"That's right, that's right, Yanran, hurry up and follow Mother Zhao, your mother and I are here!"
Song Yanran followed behind Mother Zhao half shyly and half nervously.
It’s no wonder that she bathes with flower petals every day and has a fragrant scent every day. After tonight, her identity will be completely different.
Only Song Yannian and Zhang were left in the mourning hall.
Zhang excitedly picked up a pile of straw paper and threw it into the brazier, muttering:
"Sister, your spirit in heaven must bless the Second Young Master and Yanran to have good things happen tonight."
"Yanran grew up under your care. Apart from her, who else can you trust to take care of the Second Young Master?"
"If you get married in a filial way, maybe by this time next year, you'll be able to hold your grandchildren!"
Song Yannian simply sat on the ground, smiling so much that his teeth were showing:
"I know that our Song family is blessed with endless fortune. Even if a sister dies, it doesn't matter. We still have a precious nephew!"
Zhang smiled and said:
"What nephew? After tonight, he will be our son-in-law!"
The two of them were chatting and laughing, and no one noticed that the flame on the straw paper in the brazier slowly took on a sinister green light.