Chapter 1890
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The King Of Zhao nodded helplessly. "Ah, okay. In that case, I'll leave it to Imperial Brother and Sister-in-law!"
As he spoke, he stumbled slowly towards the door.
At this time, Yun Ruoyue walked out. She also heard the King Of Zhao's words, but she didn't feel that the King Of Zhao was pitiful. The King Of Zhao deserved it.
It was because he didn't trust the King Of Zhao's Consort that he ended up like this.
"Yue 'er, you're here too?" As soon as Chu Xuanchen saw Yun Ruoyue, he rushed up and held her hand. "It's almost autumn and the weather is turning cold. You haven't finished your confinement yet. Come on, put on my cloak to block the wind. Don't let the cold wind blow on you."
With that, Chu Xuanchen took off his cloak and put it on Yun Ruoyue.
Yun Ruoyue said gently, "I lie in bed every day, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating. I feel like I've become a useless person. Don't worry, it's no problem for me to walk a few steps. "
"Okay, it's windy here. Let's go in and talk," Chu Xuanchen said and walked into the Flower Hall with Yun Ruoyue in his arms.
As soon as they walked in, Yun Ruoyue asked, "Xuanchen, have you sorted out the evidence I asked you to? When the evidence is collected, we'll hand it over to the Emperor and let him punish Su Changxiao! "
Su Changxiao found someone to frame the King Of Zhao's Consort and poisoned the King Of Zhao's child. It was a heinous crime and heartless. She should be punished by the law.
As for the King Of Zhao, he would be punished by the heavens!
Chu Xuanchen said, "Yue 'er, don't worry. I've sorted out all the evidence. Let's not submit it now. I'll submit it when you and the King Of Zhao's Consort recover."
"Alright, that's true. If we submit it now, it won't be convenient for His Majesty to summon us into the palace! "Yun Ruoyue said.
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In the blink of an eye, Nanfeng and Xing 'er were one month old.
Yun Ruoyue had used the medicine in the medical system to inoculate the children as soon as they were born and one month old.
The two one-month-old babies were completely different from when they were just born. They had undergone a qualitative transformation.
When they were just born, the two little fellows could only close their eyes to sleep. Now, the two little fellows could slightly raise their heads, blink their big black eyes, and turn their little heads, looking left and right. Not to mention how cute they were.
After a month, Little Nan Feng had also grown up. He no longer looked like an old man. His skin had become white and tender, smooth and bouncy. His small head was also round and strong. One look and one could tell that he was very good-looking.
His pair of eyes that only knew how to sleep had also become black and lively, big and cute. Whenever Chu Xuanchen spoke to him, he would open his grape-like eyes and look at Chu Xuanchen with watery eyes. Sometimes, he would even smile in response to Chu Xuanchen.
Looking at the transformed little handsome boy, Chu Xuanchen patted his chest and rejoiced, "Fortunately, I didn't throw you away back then."
Yun Ruoyue was playing with Little Xing 'er when she suddenly heard Chu Xuanchen staring at Nanfeng and muttering to himself, "What did you say?"
Chu Xuanchen hurriedly said, "I, I mean, I didn't expect Nanfeng to grow so beautiful in just a month. Wang's son is really different. The older he grows, the cuter he becomes."
Yun Ruoyue said with a smile, "This is the ugly duckling transforming into a white swan."
At that moment, Little Nan Feng on the bed suddenly started crying. Yun Ruoyue hurriedly asked, "Why is Nanfeng crying?"
"Is he hungry?" Chu Xuanchen was most afraid of children crying. This was because when children cried, he would be nervous. He didn't know how to comfort them.
"He shouldn't be hungry. The wet nurse just fed him. Could it be that he peed? Quick, take a look," Yun Ruoyue said.
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