"It's not just this, but since the fifteenth prince moved into Yuqing Palace, he has been moving with the 12th prince more and more frequently. I think back to all the things I had back then, and I can't help but worry, Master, do you think, should I isolate the fifteenth prince?"

Nara just died, and the 12th Prince has been filial twice this year. The other side has kept the news that the concubine has entered the palace for more than a year and has not yet gotten married. These things are based on the 12th Prince's temperament, so it would be strange if he doesn't feel resentful.

If the Twelfth Prince revenges all this resentment on the Fifteenth Prince, the Fifteenth Prince is still young, and he will naturally suffer a loss.

Yuqin was immediately worried, "We might as well beg the emperor and move the twelfth prince out for the time being. After all, he will get married, so he will naturally move out of Yuqing Palace after getting married."

Wanxi bows her head and is also hesitant.

If we talk about the influence of Nara and the nature of Yongqi since childhood, Wanxi could not be worried.

But

Wanxi slowly raised her eyes, "Mao Tuaner, I want to ask you, what does Xiao Shiwu look like before going to see Yongqi?"

Mao Tuaner lowered her head and thought for a moment, "I recalled that the fifteenth prince was calm. It was not that he ran over just by going, but that he would calm down for a moment before he went there before he took the step over."

Wanxi's eyebrows were spread lightly, but she smiled.

"Then let him go."

Yuqin was a little worried and hurriedly grabbed Wanxi's hand, "Jiu'er!"

Wanxi looked back and smiled at Yuqin's eyes, "Sister, Yuanzi has grown up. Although she is still a child, he is eight years old this year. He already has the basic ability to distinguish right from wrong. We are no longer as good as when he was young, so we decide everything for him, right?"

"Let him examine his own situation and make his own choice. He is a prince, and the burden on his shoulders is heavier. In the future, he has to recognize the importance of himself and make more choices. Instead of choosing the opportunity, it is better to be lucky. Since he has started himself, we will let him go."

Wanxi glanced at Mao Tuaner, "There is Mao Tuaner around him, and there is no big trouble. Besides, there is also the emperor. The emperor has now taken care of Yongyu so strictly. I don't believe that Yongyu can do anything stupid."

Yuqin was slightly stunned and sighed, "Yes, why did our Yuanzi grow up suddenly? When I thought of him, he was still as big as before, and he looked like a white and round. But when he counted his age, he woke up like a dream. Didn't Xu Ling go to the age of eight? He is a big prince!"

Wanxi also felt a little sad when she smiled, "We can't stay with him for the rest of our lives. Since he is old, we have to let go and grow up by himself, right?"

"We are my mother, and we always feel that everything is for him to consider and do his best. But when it comes to returning to the family, when the child grows up, it is actually a different matter. The children's own state of mind may not be exactly the same as ours."

"Then he will let him go. He is our child. We always believe that he should have his own judgment and be able to make the right choice, that's it. Don't let our hatred for Nara and the memory of Yongqi's childhood affect Yuanzi's own eyesight and judgment."

Yuqin frowned slightly, but he nodded slowly after all.

"Yes, people are always multifaceted. Perhaps Yongyu's attitude towards us and his attitude towards Yuanzi are also different? Perhaps our worries are too heavy. If we impose it on Yuanzi, it will distort Yuanzi's heart, and then what is the difference between us and Dai Jia and the others? Then, wouldn't our Yuanzi also be like Shunying?"

Wanxi held Yuqin's hand tightly with relief.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. When the child grows up, he is him, and we are us. We should be careful to look at him from afar, but just let go of his hands and let him walk forward by touching the stone!"

In June, the imperial army gathered in Yunnan to suppress the rebellion in Myanmar.

Although the military strength of the imperial army and Myanmar was very different, Myanmar occupied a geographical advantage. At this time, June was the time when the miasma in the southwest was everywhere. Most of the generals and officials led by the imperial army were Manchu, and they were all outside the Northeast Pass. In this way, they suddenly went southwest and fought against the Burmese in the wet and hot miasma, which caused a lot of losses.

Many generals and officials fell ill due to miasma, including the eldest son of the Ninth Master, Fu Ling'an, the prince of Doro.

The emperor was also worried. During the several memorials in June, Mingrui did not mention Fu Ling'an's condition. The emperor issued an order to ask Mingrui to understand and reply.

This summer, the miasma between the mountains of Yunnan and Myanmar seemed to float from the southwest to the northwest and dye it into the palace as the heat of the summer.

Everyone has an inexplicable sense of irritability in their hearts.

I can't say it, but I can't hold it down.

The emperor's heart became even more intense, and the pain was even more painful than others. Wanxi could only accompany the emperor carefully and comfort him in private, "Brother Ling will definitely be safe. I remember that he was just thirteen years old, and such a older child was sent to the Northwest Military Camp by Master Jiu. Didn't he also follow Mingrui and make contributions in Yili?"

"Ling Ge'er is now older and has richer experience in battle formations. Moreover, the small country of Myanmar cannot compare with Erlut back then. Ling Ge'er and the others will be able to take it easily. I believe they will be able to triumphantly soon."

The emperor held Wanxi's hand and sighed, "I originally thought so. How much can I do in the small country of Myanmar? But I didn't expect that the ministers in charge of the service would sprain into the quagmire, and I haven't done it yet."

"I am not merciless in the guilty ministers who should be killed; but I am always worried about meritorious ministers like Fu Ling'an, for fear that they will be hurt."

Wanxi sighed and nodded, "I know. Otherwise, the emperor would have suppressed the Eighth Princess, and he didn't ask Qilinbao for the mistake of the child for a while, because Brother Ling fell ill in the Southwest Army at this time. I don't want to distract Master Jiu's family at this time and make things difficult for him."

(The comments from you these two days have been so exciting. Let’s like history and be fun. It is always the most exciting story above creation.)
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