With only two people left in the room, Zhao Ji also dragged her long skirt to the bathtub. Looking at her beloved son who was soaked in the bucket, Zhao Ji couldn't help but rub Ying Zheng's messy hair and said softly: "Zheng'er, do you blame your mother?"

"Why blame the queen?"

Ying Zheng lay on the edge of the bucket, letting Zhao Ji rub his hair, squinted his eyes and said, "Are you also worried about me?"

"Zheng'er really understands the mother's intention."

Zhao Ji felt relieved. Today's action did not cause Ying Zheng to misunderstand her. At the same time, he continued: "You are the prince of Qin, the future king, and a close person like the close maid, you must know your true mother before you can feel at ease."

"Although you don't know why you trust them, they are Koreans after all. You have known them for too short, and beautiful women are too lying to deceive people, and maybe they will be deceived by their appearance."

"If a beautiful woman can lie, then the queen of mother must be the one who can lie the most in the world."

Ying Zheng stretched out his hands, hugged Zhao Ji's waist, put his face on his side and rubbed it in Zhao Ji's arms, and rubbed it, "My mother, are you right?"

"Gee!"

Zhao Ji was finally amused, with a look of pride on her face. She stretched out her hands and pressed Ying Zheng's head into her arms again, "Zheng'er, just know, so don't make her mother angry, otherwise..."

"Or what would happen?"

Ying Zheng suddenly looked up at Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji's smile froze, and finally snorted a few times, stretched out her tender fingers and pressed Ying Zheng's eyebrows, and said hatefully: "Otherwise, my mother will slap your butt."

"My mother, are you willing to give up?"

Ying Zheng laughed and disagreed.

Zhao Ji blanched at Ying Zheng, then looked around for a while, and suddenly asked, "Where is the other woman?"

Zhao Ji was caught off guard, but her eyes were always paying attention to Ying Zheng's expression changes.

But Ying Zheng was not at all panic and said helplessly: "I know I can't hide it from my mother, but you are going to be disappointed. She has not entered the palace at this moment."

"Hmm? What does it mean?"

Zhao Ji couldn't help asking curiously.

From Hei and Bai, he learned that another woman was extremely beautiful, second only to her, so Zhao Ji was very curious about the extraordinaryness of a woman second only to her.

"My mother, she is not an ordinary woman. I still need her some time. I will definitely send her to Xingle Palace in a few days."

"Hmph, you're sensible!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ji stopped forcing her.

She knew that although her son was young, he had always been independent. Since she said that, there must be a reason.

Although Zhao Ji is sometimes a little unreasonable, she still listens to what she loves her son.

"Okay, the water is a little cold, get up quickly!"

Zhao Ji reached out to stir in the bathtub, then took off the wide bath towel from the shelf beside her and ordered directly.

"Mother, you are the queen now and have a noble status. Let the palace maid come."

Seeing that Zhao Ji had no intention of leaving, Ying Zheng blushed and said embarrassedly when he waited for himself to stand up.

"hehe!"

Zhao Ji sneered twice, "No matter how noble I am, I am also your mother and the only mother."

"Get up, I haven't seen or touched you."

Zhao Ji patted Ying Zheng’s head impatiently. When he was in Handan, Ying Yiren ran away with Lu Buwei when Ying Zheng was only two years old.

And she also lost her life of wealth and no maid to serve her, so she could only take on the responsibility of her mother by herself and pull Ying Zheng into a big way of shit and urine.

Seeing Zhao Ji so determined, Ying Zheng had no choice but to take the bath towel and wipe it.

Zhao Ji just glanced at it and turned her back and stopped looking.

Although she said that, Ying Zheng is about to be twelve years old after all, and it is indeed time to avoid suspicion.

But she did this today because she felt uncomfortable when she knew Ying Zheng brought back two women from South Korea.

It means to swear sovereignty.

After changing into Neishan, Zhao Ji had no intention of leaving. Instead, she circled around the hall and said interestingly: "I have been in the Qin Palace for so long, and you always live in Xingle Palace. My mother has not yet rested in your prince's uterus. How about my mother staying in the prince's uterus today?"

Although Zhao Ji was asking, she did not give Ying Zheng a chance to refute.

Ying Zheng could only say: "Zheng'er naturally welcomes her mother."

"Then come up."

Zhao Ji took off her outer shirt, sat on the bed wearing a red inner fir, raised her feet and said.

Ying Zheng could only take off his stockings for Zhao Ji, revealing his crystal-like feet.

Seeing Ying Zheng's obedient posture, Zhao Ji's lips raised a little higher, and she was obviously very satisfied.

"My mother also wants to learn about the interesting things about this trip, and she should also establish a correct view of choosing a partner for you."

Zhao Ji said lightly.

This is the real purpose of her visit this time.

She had never paid attention to this matter in the past, after all, Ying Zheng was too young and it was not yet time.

In addition, Zhao Ji didn't want to lose her son, so she deliberately ignored it, which made her never think about this problem.

But this time, Ying Zheng suddenly brought back two women from Xinzheng who were no less younger than her mother, which made Zhao Ji a little messy and nervous. He also realized that Ying Zheng was getting older and older, and it was time to find a woman in three to five years.

Therefore, we must correct Ying Zheng’s wrong concepts as soon as possible.

Let him understand that younger girls are better.

"Pick a partner view?"

Ying Zheng's expression froze, and finally understood Zhao Ji's worries. He couldn't help but feel funny, "Mother, what are you thinking about?"

As he said this, Ying Zheng sat on the bed wearing a white lining, with a speechless look on his face, "Don't worry, Mother, I'm going to do these things, so I'm going to do them."

"Haha, do you think I will believe it?"

Zhao Ji looked disbelief, "I saw that you seemed a little special to the moon god when I was in the Yin-Yang Family Branch, but now it seems that it is true."

Zhao Ji put his hands on Ying Zheng's shoulders, with a solemn look on his face, "Zheng'er, although the mother knows that because you grew up next to the mother, a mature woman will give you a natural sense of trust, but you must understand that this is not suitable for you."

"You are just because you have followed your mother since childhood, so you have a special affection for women of this age, but what is really suitable for you is someone who is not much different from your age."

"Otherwise, when you grow up and get married, people of your mother's age will grow old and their faces will die."

Speaking of this, Zhao Ji suddenly felt a little melancholy.

"How come the mother is old!"

Ying Zheng grabbed Zhao Ji's hands and said firmly: "I won't let my mother grow old."

"Hehe, how can a person not grow old!"

Zhao Ji laughed, then pulled Ying Zheng down and whispered: "Forget it, go to bed first. I have been tired on the road for a few days to rest early. My mother will help you get out slowly."

Zhao Ji didn't continue talking about it. How could such a thing be solved in one go?

She needs to spend more time and effort in this future to guide her.

As for what Ying Zheng said, she didn't believe it because no one would think she was wrong.
Chapter completed!