Quickly wear the bad woman and get married and have a baby

Chapter 367 Her Majesty's Harem 306

The sunlight filtered through the window lattices into the magnificent palace, but the brocade quilt on the large bed, which was carved with auspicious dragons and phoenixes, was still wrapped tightly, and the person inside did not move at all.

It was Yan Jiu, the bedridden woman. She often hung out with the concubines in the harem, and was often unable to get up when it was time to attend court in the morning, so it was common for her to miss the morning court.

The situation was a little different this time because she was pregnant, and there were far fewer ministers in the court who blamed her than usual.

Outside the palace, Xiaolu and Xiaohong were busy as they stopped several groups of concubines who came to visit Yan Jiu.

Not only the four powerful and graceful concubines had doubts about the father of the unborn baby.

Even other concubines of lower status secretly thought that perhaps the baby in Her Majesty's belly was their own flesh and blood.

Xiaohong just sent away a group of concubines.

A tall and straight figure hurriedly walked towards the bedroom. It was Chu Huaiyun.

This person is not an easy character to deal with. He is the eldest son of the prime minister of the current dynasty. He has a good family background and good looks, but he also has a very bad temper and has enormous power in the court.

He was holding a food box in his hand, which contained snacks made in the imperial kitchen.

He ignored Xiaolu and Xiaohong's obstruction and insisted on entering the bedroom to wait for Yan Jiu to wake up.

Xiao Hong and Xiao Lu both knew that they couldn't afford to offend this gentleman, so they had no choice but to let him go.

Arrange him in the outer hall to wait for a while.

Chu Huaiyun had just taken his seat when a familiar male voice rang out from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, Tang Jin requests an audience."

Tang Jin is no ordinary person either. His grandfather was a senior official in the previous dynasty. Now, more than half of the ministers in the court have benefited from the Tang family.

Faced with such a difficult person, Xiaohong really felt a headache, but in the end she had to put Tang Jin into the Queen's bedroom.

After a few minutes, Song Yin also came over.

Little Red and Little Green were already in a mess and just led people in to sit down.

Qin Yefeng was the last to arrive.

He is the eldest direct disciple of Yaowang Valley. He can save people and kill people.

He didn't fight or compete before, but now that Yan Jiu has his child, he can't let anyone else touch the mother of his child.

How could he be sure the child was his?

Of course it’s the man’s self-esteem that’s at work.

The other three men also felt in their hearts that the child was theirs because they all believed that their genes were the strongest.

Yan Jiuhuai’s child must be theirs.

The Empress had expanded her harem several years ago but had no children. Since these concubines entered the palace, the Empress had children.

What does this mean?

This shows that they are gifted and can hit the target with one blow.

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Chu Huaiyun strode into the hall with a handsome figure. His gorgeous robe embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns swayed gently with his steps. The jade belt around his waist was inlaid with warm and beautiful jade, showing his extraordinary identity and status.

As he stepped into the hall, his sharp eyes swept across the surroundings like sharp arrows. The exquisite carved beams and painted buildings, and the gorgeous brocade curtains did not catch his eye at the moment. Only the direction leading to the inner hall gripped his heart.

It would not be a good idea to just barge in now, as it would disturb his son's sleep.

It was a blessing that Yan Jiu, that fickle woman, could actually get pregnant with Chu Huaiyun's child.

Chu Huaiyun took a few steps forward and placed the steaming, sweet-smelling snack from the imperial kitchen in his hand heavily on the nearby sandalwood table.

The delicate presentation of the dim sum was instantly disrupted by this rough action, and several crystal-clear preserved fruits rolled to the side.

He shook his clothes and walked straight to the carved chair in the center, which symbolized nobility and majesty.

He sat down with a clang, crossed his legs casually, placed one hand on the armrest with some force, and began to tap rhythmically with his slender fingers.

Each blow seemed to strike the tense nerves of this eerily silent palace, and the "da da da..." sound echoed in the empty space.

After a while, Tang Jin was led into the hall by Xiaohong.

Chu Huaiyun glanced up, a hint of sarcasm on his lips, and snorted coldly, "Mr. Tang, it's a coincidence that you came today."

Tang Jin was not to be outdone. He wore a moon-white robe with a light blue silk ribbon tied around his waist. He bowed gracefully and said, "Brother Chu is already here. It seems that he cares even more about Your Majesty."

After saying that, he found a place to sit down, his back straight, but his eyes drifted towards Chu Huaiyun from time to time. There seemed to be invisible sparks flying between the two of them.

Song Yin arrived shortly afterwards. He was a rather reserved person, and in his blue-gray clothes he looked low-key and steady.

After entering the hall, he nodded slightly to Chu Huaiyun and Tang Jin, then sat quietly aside.

Chu Huaiyun suddenly spoke up, "Sir Song, why are you so silent today? Where has your usual eloquence in the court gone?"

Although Song Yin was a noble concubine in the harem, she was also a second-rank minister in the court.

Yan Jiu, who sits on the dragon throne, is an absolute tyrant.

He indulged in wine, women and music all day long, and ignored state affairs, so that the government affairs were neglected.

The mountains of memorials that should have been handled by the emperor himself now fell on the shoulders of Song Yin, the imperial concubine and minister.

Without Song Yin, a tool who worked diligently for the country and the people, Empress Yan Jiu would have been impeached and dethroned by the angry ministers long ago.

Facing Chu Huaiyun's provocation, Song Yin just smiled faintly and responded, "Mr. Chu, you are joking. This is His Majesty's bedroom. You should be careful with your words and actions."

After saying that, he folded his hands on his knees and closed his eyes to rest.

Qin Yefeng finally stepped into the palace, dressed in a black suit with fine silver herbal patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar, highlighting his identity as a direct disciple of Yaowang Valley.

His eyes instantly turned cold when he saw the three men already sitting there.

Especially when he saw Chu Huaiyun's arrogant look, his hand unconsciously touched the place where the poison was hidden in his sleeve.

Chu Huaiyun said loudly, as if deliberately provoking, "Hey, Divine Doctor Qin is here too. Are you planning to use your medical skills to check the pulse of the child in His Majesty's belly to see if it's your own? If not, then poison it on the spot?"

"But don't worry, as long as I'm here, you can't kill my child."

Qin Yefeng's eyes were stern, and he said in a deep voice: "Chu Huaiyun, stop talking nonsense here. If you disturb His Majesty and the unborn baby, can you bear the consequences?"

Chu Huaiyun burst into laughter: "How could I disturb Your Majesty? I am just concerned about Your Majesty. It is certain people who have ulterior motives."

At this time, Tang Jin was also fanning the flames: "Brother Chu, what you said makes sense. We are all thinking about His Majesty's children. Don't hide any evil intentions."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall was tense, as if a storm was about to come.