Chapter 1112: Prince Consort 1,275. Look, the princess is a fool

It was only a five-minute walk from the palace gate to the Imperial Consort's Palace. The Eunuch had led them for a full ten minutes, but they had yet to see the threshold of the imperial consort's Palace.

But now, as soon as she fainted, the carriage brought her and Lu Zhiyao to the entrance of the Imperial Consort's Palace. It had only been three minutes.

Zhang Guifei summoned the imperial physician to treat the 'unconscious' Xia Ling.

Xia Ling had been a little short of time recently, so she could use the imperial physician's words to remind Lu Zhiyao.

Zhang Guifei had already heard the reports from the Nannies.

However, at this moment, when she heard the imperial physician say that Song Tan had some Kidney Qi deficiency, Zhang Guifei still glared at Lu Zhiyao.

Her daughter was only a few years old this year, so how could Lu Zhiyao have the heart to say that?

During lunch, Zhang Guifei's attitude toward Lu Zhiyao was also very cold.

Lu Zhiyao was calm and collected. When it was time to admit his mistake, he admitted it. After admitting his mistake, his attitude was very good. Even Zhang Guifei could not find fault with him.

"mother... " after eating, Xia Ling called out and went up to hug Zhang Guifei.

The soft girl suddenly threw herself into Zhang Guifei's arms. Zhang Guifei, who had never been hugged by her daughter before, was shocked and could not believe it.

"Tan-er, what did you call me? "

"Mother, " Xia Ling called out softly. She looked up and smiled at Zhang Guifei.

This smile was soft. Although it was still naive and silly, Zhang Guifei clearly saw a clear light in the girl's eyes.

If Song Tan's mental age was less than three years old before, then the current Song Tan seemed to be around ten years old.

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"Tan 'er, who taught you this? " Zhang Guifei held her daughter and didn't want to let go.

Having raised such a silly daughter for so long, Zhang Guifei was tired of fighting alone in the palace.

If she didn't fight, she wouldn't be favored by the emperor. The princess of the other family would naturally be liked by the government and marry into a good family.

But Song Tan, even if she married, Zhang Guifei still had to firmly occupy the position of the beloved concubine in the Palace to support her in case the prince consort bullied her.

For so many years, Zhang Guifei hadn't even heard the word "mother Concubine" before. Suddenly, she heard it and tears fell from her eyes.

The beauty was crying, and her tears were dripping with tears. Even Xia Ling could not help but feel sorry for Zhang Guifei when she saw how beautiful she was crying. She clumsily used her hands to help Zhang Guifei wipe her tears.

Zhang Guifei put on her makeup, and soon, Xia Ling put on her makeup as well.

"mother-in-law, Shush, don't cry, " Xia Ling comforted Zhang Guifei.

The more she comforted Zhang Guifei, the more tears Zhang Guifei cried. She turned around and looked at Lu Zhiyao for help.

Lu Zhiyao came up and bowed.

"imperial consort, the Princess' recovery has improved greatly. Imperial Consort, you should be happy. "

His words were gentle and he was also pleasing to the eye.

Zhang Guifei sized up Lu Zhiyao. Her original dissatisfaction with him disappeared after Song Tan called him mother.

Recently, the Nannies had been complaining about Lu Zhiyao, saying that they were lying to the princess and that he had offended her superiors.

However, putting aside her previous dissatisfaction, whether it was his demeanor or how he handled things, Lu Zhiyao was very popular with Zhang Guifei.

Song Tan had only married him for a few days. He did not despise Song Tan for being a fool. Instead, he loved her in every way possible. He slowly taught her how to call people. It was also very rare for her to be enlightened.

"Yes, I understand. You have a heart for tan-er now, " Zhang Guifei replied indifferently. "Come on, give me a reward! "

She clapped her hands. Xia Ling was entangled by her side, and Zhang Guifei only stroked her hair, not caring about her at all.

Song Tan had not been close to her since she was young. Zhang Guifei was hugged by her, and the feeling of being connected by blood made her feel warm all over. How could she bear to push her away.