The next day is dawn.

Zhao Ji rushed over early.

Compared with yesterday and the past, Zhao Ji is as beautiful as a flower today, with her face filled with happiness and happiness.

After six or seven years of emptiness and satisfaction, one day, the temperament of the whole person will naturally be different.

The more charming it looks, it is difficult to move your eyes away.

"Zheng'er, it's time to get up and go to the palace to pay homage to the queen."

Zhao Ji sat on the bed and shook Ying Zheng.

Although I have met yesterday, today is the official meeting. It is the same as the newcomer who has to go to a tea ceremony the next morning. Although she has a son, she is essentially not much different from the newcomer when she first returns to Qin.

"Ah Mother."

Ying Zheng opened his sleepy eyes. He read books very late last night and practiced until midnight. He is still very sleepy now. Now he is shaken by Zhao Ji. As soon as he sat up, he fell to Zhao Ji's soft arms again, listless.

"This kid is really..."

Zhao Ji shook her head helplessly, "It seems that you were really exhausted yesterday. My mother dressed you."

Although he was dissatisfied with his mouth, Zhao Ji was full of pampering in his words, and he put on his clothes for the sleepy Ying Zheng.

Not long after, after Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji met Ying Zichu, they went straight into the palace.

...

Outside Huayang Palace.

The Mi clan relatives stood on both sides with their heads down, holding their breath and not daring to make any noise.

And in the palace.

Mrs. Huayang knelt in the hall, with a brazier in front of her, and she was holding a few tortoise shells in her hand.

Mrs. Huayang closed her eyes, muttered for a while, and then she let out her hand and scattered the tortoise shell in her hand into the brazier in front of her. Soon after, the smoke was shrouded in smoke and gradually twisted, turning into several runes.

Obviously, Mrs. Huayang is not simple either.

At this moment, Mrs. Huayang suddenly opened her eyes, took out the tortoise shell in the brazier at a very fast speed, and placed it on the table.

"Hmm? This hexagram?"

Seeing the tortoise shell prompt, Mrs. Huayang frowned and showed thoughts.

At this moment,

"The prince's wife Zhao Ji and son Zheng came to pay tribute to her mother."

Outside the hall, Zhao Ji appeared with Ying Zheng, looked at the people on both sides in confusion, and then spoke.

"Bold, don't you know that the queen will not be disturbed during divination?"

Yang Quanjun, who was already full of displeasure, immediately shouted softly.

Others were also aggressive.

After all, Zhao Ji and his son have a weak foundation and are of a low background, so it is normal for them not to see them.

Facing this scene, Zhao Ji's expression changed and she couldn't help but hold Ying Zheng in her arms, as if she wanted to block all the threats herself.

As in Handan, this delicate body blocked all the harm for Ying Zheng.

At the same time, I have no good feelings for Mrs. Huayang and her relatives.

Ying Zheng also frowned, feeling dissatisfied, so he could not tolerate such threats.

Just as Ying Zheng was about to speak, Mrs. Huayang's calm words came from the hall, "Let them come in."

"promise."

The anger on Yang Quanjun's face disappeared instantly, and he changed into flattery. When he turned around and looked at Ying Zheng and his son, he became arrogant again, "Go in."

"snort."

Seeing the other party's expression change, Ying Zheng snorted coldly, and Zhao Ji, who was beside him, also had a gloomy face, and he became more and more annoying to Mrs. Huayang and Mi.

However, the two of them still suppressed their dissatisfaction and entered the hall, shouting again: "I have met the Queen, Queen Saint An."

"Ying Zheng has met his grandmother and queen."

Ying Zheng also bowed slightly. No matter what, Mrs. Huayang is his elder, and he must have the respect he deserves.

Moreover, he was very clear about Ying Zhu's feelings for Mrs. Huayang, and even his father Ying Zichu was supported by Mrs. Huayang.

Although this is just a deal.

But no matter what, the other party still has kindness to their family. Of course, Ying Zheng, the Mi clan, ignored it, and there was nothing to do with them.

And when he stepped into Huayang Palace, the sound of the system's lifting sounded again.

"Will the host sign in at Huayang Palace? Yes/No?"

“Sign in.”

"Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in and receiving the reward: Book of Victory."

"Get up."

Mrs. Huayang's soft voice came, and the palace maids also entered one after another, rolled up the gauze curtain, revealing Mrs. Huayang who had just finished divination in the inner room.

The special incense is mysterious.

"Since the king has asked you to recognize your ancestors, I don't want to say anything more. But Zhao Ji, you are the prince's wife now, should learn more etiquette and not bring your vulgarity into the palace and lose face of the royal family."

Mrs. Huayang swept over Zhao Ji with a contempt and said indifferently.

"I……"

Zhao Ji suddenly looked humiliated, and it would be fine if she was bullied in Zhao State, but she didn't expect that she would be humiliated again when she returned to Xianyang, which made Zhao Ji full of anger.

But facing Mrs. Huayang, even her husband Ying Zichu could not help her.

She seemed to have to bear it.

"Grandmother, this is a bad word. My mother is the mother of Zheng'er. Without her mother, there would be no Zheng'er. My mother abandoned etiquette and became extreme in order to protect her safety. Only in this way can the State of Zhao, surrounded by enemies, bring Zheng'er back to Qin. With this point, my mother will be great and noble and unparalleled."

Ying Zheng took a step forward and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

No matter what the future in the dream or what history is, Zhao Ji now and before is indeed called "great".

And he will also let Zhao Ji continue to be ‘great’.

"Um?"

Mrs. Huayang's face suddenly darkened.

Zhao Ji behind Ying Zheng was moved at this moment. Her son protected her so much that she really felt that her son had grown up at this moment.

Although he was moved, for the sake of the future of her husband and son, Zhao Ji had to take a step forward, pull Ying Zheng behind her, and said humbly: "I hope the queen will not blame me. Zheng'er is still young. If she hits the queen, it will be caused by my improper education. Please fall on me and do not implicate my son."

"It's really a deep love between mother and son!"

After hearing these words, Mrs. Huayang was not angry, but looked at the two of them deeply.

"I don't have such a small measure to care about a child, not to mention that I already regard Zichu as my legitimate son, and his son is my grandson. Since you are his wife, you don't have to call me a queen, just call me my mother."

After Mrs. Huayang glanced at the results obtained by the tortoise shell on the desk, she seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly she said calmly.

"Thank you, my mother."

Zhao Ji was stunned. Obviously, she didn't expect that this cheap mother who looked down on her would be so easy to accept herself. After reacting, she suppressed her doubts and said quickly.

"Zheng'er, come here."

At this time, Mrs. Huayang's eyes fell on Ying Zheng and waved to Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng hesitated slightly, looked at Zhao Ji, and then stepped forward when he saw his mother's encouraging eyes.

When Mrs. Huayang saw the interaction between mother and son, she raised her eyebrows a few times and didn't say much, but her eyes looked at Zhao Ji a little more solemn.

Because according to the current situation, Ying Zheng is likely to inherit the throne in the future, and Zhao Ji, a woman, will undoubtedly become the queen or queen mother.

Therefore, even if she was not happy in her heart, she had to restrain herself a little.

She doesn't care when she is old, but the Mi clan is still in Qin.

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