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"However, as an older brother, I still care for my younger brother. Huan, what do you think?"
I bit my lip tightly and remained silent.
The laughter of the court ladies echoed in my ears.
I lowered my gaze, bowed deeply, and thanked Jiang Zhizhu for the reward.
The palace door opened with a creak.
Han Wen entered.
Upon hearing the laughter of the court ladies, her expression turned cold, and she sternly questioned, "Who made Consort Chan kneel?"
"I have said before that Consort Chan does not need to kneel to me."
The court ladies shivered in fear and quickly knelt down.
Jiang Zhizhu, sensing the situation, stood up and tugged at Han Wen's sleeve, playfully saying, "Your Majesty is so fierce; you've scared the child in my womb."
Hearing this, Han Wen's expression softened instantly.
She raised her hand and gently placed it on her small belly, her movements careful and tender.
I quietly watched this scene, feeling as if something had struck my heart, leaving a dull pain.
Han Wen seemed to sense something; she turned her head and met my gaze.
It looked like she wanted to say something but ultimately averted her eyes.
Jiang Zhizhu followed her gaze and wore a smug smile.
He said, "I still have things to discuss with His Majesty; Consort Chan may leave now."
Han Wen nodded.
I then bowed and took my leave.
As I reached the palace door, I couldn't help but glance back.
Han Wen was bowing her head, kissing Jiang Zhizhu's forehead.
I turned away and closed the palace door.
In truth, Jiang Zhizhu was very beautiful, possessing a bold and unrestrained kind of beauty.
Unlike me, he was born reserved. No wonder Han Wen would like him. Han Wen once said that I was sensible and well-mannered, and urged me to treat Jiang Zhizhu well. But did she ever consider that I am also her husband? She should treat me well too.
Since that day, I have not seen Han Wen again. I stay in the palace every day, and apart from Biqiong, no one speaks to me. Biqiong always says with concern, "My lord, if you stay cooped up in this room, you will get sick." "Shall I go to ask the Emperor for permission to take you out for a walk?"
I shook my head and told Biqiong, "The Emperor has matters of state to attend to; I cannot add to his worries or cause him any trouble." In truth, I know that Han Wen is currently busy accompanying Jiang Zhizhu in detoxification. Detoxification is something the imperial physician could handle perfectly well. Yet Han Wen insists on doing everything herself.
She said, "Zhiwei is my Empress; she has given me my first child, so naturally, I must pay more attention." Yes, that is her first child. She once said she wanted to have a child with me. But now, she seems to have forgotten.
At night, I lay in bed, looking at the rain outside through the window lattice. Biqiong said there would be heavy rain tonight. I had a feeling that something bad was about to happen. Sure enough, in the latter half of the night, Biqiong hurriedly came to report that there was a flood at the Prime Minister's Residence. The fire was raging and almost burned the entire Prime Minister's Residence to ashes. The Prime Minister's Residence—that is my home with Jiang Zhizhu.
I hurriedly put on my clothes, eager to go out and take a look, but I was stopped by Court Lady in the hall. They said it was by the Emperor's decree that I was not allowed to step out of the palace even for a moment.
I knelt in the hall, watching the doors open and close. Han Wen walked in from outside. She crouched down in front of me, cupping my face, and softly said, " Huan, the Prime Minister's Residence is gone."
"Your Elder Brother fought desperately to protect your mother, and she survived, but your father could not be saved."
I looked at her, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. Han Wen used her sleeve to wipe away my tears and said, " Huan, you still have me."
"I will take good care of your mother for you."
I nodded and turned my head away, no longer looking at her. Han Wen sat down beside me, gently pulling me into her embrace and patting my back soothingly.
She said, " Huan, your mother asked me to tell you something."
"She wants you not to be sad for her or feel heartbroken."
"She hopes you live well and become a wise and understanding child."
When I heard this, I was momentarily stunned. Wise and understanding. My mother, like Han Wen, hoped that I would be understanding. But did they ever consider that I am not a wise or understanding person?
I am just an ordinary man. I can feel jealousy, sadness, and the desire to have the one I love. But I cannot. Because I am Jiang Huan, Han Wen's husband, and Jiang Zhizhu's brother. I must be an understanding person.
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