Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Wanwan's Daily Advancement

Chapter 478 My son is really afraid that it is not you

After the two of them finished talking about business, Yanwan wanted to have some private conversation with Jinzhong, but just as she started, there was a knock on the door and the childish voice of the fifteenth prince Yongyan calling for his mother.

Yan Wan: “…”

Jinzhong had already gotten out of bed quickly, tidied his clothes, looked at her reluctantly, and slipped away.

Yan Wan looked at the corner of his clothes that disappeared with a smile, went down to open the door, and pinched Yong Yan's little face at the door: "Why did my mother's little fifteen come at this time?"

Yongyan was wrapped very tightly by the wet nurse. He sniffed, looked serious and opened his hands: "Mother, hold me."

Yan Wan reached out and hugged him, looking at Yong Yan's clumsy hands and feet, her eyebrows curved: "Little clingy spirit."

As she spoke, she carried her son into the inner room and said, "Are you hungry? Ask Chunchan to get you something to eat, okay?"

As soon as Yongyan entered the room, he asked Yanwan to put him down and climbed onto the bed himself.

He smelled the scent of ambergris on the bed, which was stronger than during the day, and his face became even sterner than before.

But when Yan Wan came to the bedside and asked him, he smiled again: "Mother wants to eat, son will eat."

Yan Wan said with a smile: "Why are you so clingy today?"

Yongyan's face flushed a little: "Today, the emperor praised the fourth brother, the fifth brother, and the ninth brother, saying that his son's progress has been a little slow recently."

Yan Wan gently touched his forehead and said, "But your mother's Yongyan is only four years old, and he is already more self-aware than many older children. You have just started to learn, but you have already performed very well."

Yongyan looked at Yanwan's gentle eyes and sat cross-legged in front of her: "Mother, do you think your son is not doing well?"

He was so young, yet he had to ask her such a question with a stern face.

Yan Wan's heart stagnated, her eyes felt a little sour, she gently touched his forehead and said softly: "Mother hopes that you can become a good person, but mother hopes that you are healthy and happy even more."

She whispered, "If the two are contradictory, then Mother would hope that you would choose the latter without hesitation."

She has experienced all the ups and downs in life, and now she is more ambitious and wants more.

However, she allowed her son to choose another path that she did not approve of - if what she wanted would cause him lifelong pain.

She touched Yongyan's face gently: "What about Yongyan? What path do you want to choose?"

Yongyan's serious face flashed with complexity, and he finally looked at Yanwan in frustration: "Is it obvious to my son?"

Yan Wan pinched his face, her eyes reddened: "You are a child that your mother raised with great difficulty. Even if your mother has changed and raised you again, you shouldn't have changed so much."

Yongyan's eyes also turned red.

People say that something that is unattainable when you are young will gradually become a lifelong obsession when you grow up.

This is probably how he misses his mother.

His mother had been imprisoned for nine years, and he went from being a precious child who was loved by her in every way to an orphan who had to be treated with extreme caution for fear of being implicated and blamed by the Emperor.

He didn't even dare to mention his mother in front of others, because if the emperor disliked him, he would completely lose the chance to see her again.

But life is so unpredictable. The year he was named the crown prince and finally ascended the throne was also the year his father ordered his mother to be executed.

So what if he planned his mother's posthumous honor?

So what if he posthumously conferred the title of Empress Dowager on his own mother?

After all, he couldn't see her again!

Even at his mother's funeral, he had to be careful to avoid the emperor's father's remaining cronies, for fear of being mentioned as disobedient to the late emperor and being attacked and plotted against by the court.

He was careful with every step, but until his death, he could not forget the days when his mother held his hand and walked with him step by step.

He always felt regret, guilt and ashamed, and thought that he was useless, so he pretended nothing happened and let his mother die in humiliation where he could not see.

Fortunately, when he opened his eyes again, he had turned into a three-year-old child, sitting in the study and being taught by his teacher to learn to read.

At that moment, he almost rushed back, determined to protect his mother!

But years of forbearance made him steady, and fortunately he did stabilize himself, and then he saw a very different life.

His fourteenth brother, who should have died young, was actually healthy and strong and took him to pay his respects to his mother.

He also has a pair of twin brothers and sisters!

His mother was actually loved and admired by the other ladies in the palace.

Even his royal father treated his mother as his beloved wife. Even if he favored other women, he would always protect his mother's face.

Although he was young, because his mother was the Imperial Noble Consort, he was loved by the Emperor, loved by the Empress, and loved by all the high-ranking concubines. He seemed like a little bully who could not be provoked in the Imperial Study.

He was no longer fighting alone. Although his older brothers, the fourth and ninth brothers, did not really like him, they were also very polite to him.

The fifth and sixth brothers treated him like the apple of their eye. If they caught anyone saying something bad about him, they would look at him fiercely and sharply as if they were protecting their own child.

Even the sisters were women like eagles on the grassland. They were full of admiration for the eldest sister Jing Jing and their care for him, with a hint of majesty in their gentleness.

It was as if he had suddenly grasped the simplest and happiest notebook, and could easily win his life.

This is so beautiful, like a dream.

So he didn't dare to reveal any clues and pretended to be still that little boy of three or four years old. Until today, when he looked at his mother who seemed familiar yet unfamiliar to him, he cautiously tested her.

His eyes turned red, and he obviously didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help shedding tears: "My son is really scared. He's afraid that he won't be able to go back if he stays here."

His voice was extremely hoarse: "This place is good, but my son only wants his mother."

Yan Wan's eyes were red. She touched his head and hugged him in her arms. She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.

She knew better than anyone how hard it was for Meiyu to be loved by his mother and father. She also knew how difficult it was for a person to climb up when everyone around him was malicious.

So during those nine years, she wanted to die countless times, but she didn't dare to die countless times.

She was really afraid that if she died completely, Yongyan would become a child without a mother.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could not outlast the emperor. Before he died, the old man even asked Chunchan and Wangchan to poison her.

After all, she still let the child down.

She didn't want Yongyan to see her tears, so she quickly raised her hand to wipe them away, holding his face and looking at him:

"Thank goodness you're willing to be honest with me, otherwise I'd be really afraid that all this is just my imagination."

The mother and son held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, unable to speak.

After a long while, Yongyan began to talk about his life when he grew up.

Yan Wan was listening intently when she suddenly heard her son ask, "Who came just now?"