Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

In the long river of time, the days in Prince Jin's Mansion passed by like the gurgling of flowing water.

However, since some time ago, the atmosphere in the palace seemed to be quietly shrouded by an invisible haze.

It seemed increasingly solemn, just like the depressing calm before a storm.

How could Xu Miaoyun, such a sharp-minded woman, not notice the thorny gazes from everyone?

Every time the servants glanced at her casually, every time the women in the mansion asked her questions that seemed concerned but contained deep meanings.

They were like invisible ropes, quietly tightening Xu Miaoyun's throat little by little.

That night, everything was silent.

Only the watery moonlight, coldly shining through the window lattice, sprinkled on Xu Miaoyun's bed.

She lay quietly on the bed, looking at the exquisite curtains above the bed, her thoughts in a tangle of confusion.

Zhu Gang beside him had already fallen asleep, breathing evenly and steadily.

It appears particularly clear in this quiet night.

Xu Miaoyun sighed softly, and the sigh seemed particularly heavy in the silence.

She got up carefully and put on a plain coat, as if she was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the night.

Walking slowly to the window, the moonlight sprinkled unreservedly on Xu Miaoyun, but it was ultimately unable to dispel the thick haze in her heart.

She subconsciously stroked her belly, feeling mixed emotions and all kinds of feelings flooding her heart.

Xu Miaoyun longed to give birth to a healthy eldest son for the royal palace, so that she could successfully complete the sacred mission entrusted to her by the family and win the respect and status she deserved.

While sharing the responsibilities of the palace with Zhu Gang, it can also make the palace more stable in this complex and changing situation, like an indestructible fortress.

But at the same time, Xu Miaoyun was deeply afraid that she would not be able to bear this mountain of heavy expectations.

If you fail to get what you want, those eyes hidden in the dark.

I'm afraid it will instantly turn into an extremely sharp blade and destroy everything she has built with great difficulty in an instant.

Xu Miaoyun couldn't help but think of the whispers of two maids that she had accidentally heard in the garden before.

One of the maids lowered her voice and said with a worried look, "The two princesses have been silent for so long, what will happen to the future of this palace?"

The other person looked around nervously, and then responded in a low voice: "Yes, I heard that His Majesty and the Queen are both worried.

If our Princess Xu cannot give birth to a legitimate son, this status may be..."

Those gossips, like sharp needles, deeply hurt Xu Miaoyun's heart.

Of course, she had another worry in her heart, fearing that she would lose herself in this "competition" for fertility.

Xu Miaoyun has always loved painting and playing the piano, and she enjoys immersing herself in the vast ocean of knowledge, which is the pure land of her soul.

But now, these hobbies that once brought Xu Miaoyun endless joy and comfort seem to have been ruthlessly squeezed into a corner by this heavy mission and are almost disappearing.

She was afraid that she would eventually become a tool that existed only for reproduction, completely losing her former talent and self, like a bright star that had lost its luster.

At this moment, tears were welling up in Xu Miaoyun's eyes. She bit her lips tightly, trying not to cry out.

Xu Miaoyun knew very well that she could not be weak and had to face it all with strength.

But the inner struggle was like a surging tide, impacting Xu Miaoyun's reason wave after wave.

Let her stand alone in front of the window in this long and silent night, struggling with her inner fear, anxiety and confusion.

What will the future be like?

Xu Miaoyun's heart was full of confusion, not knowing what was waiting for her.
However, just as Xu Miaoyun was immersed in the world of art and enjoying the warm interaction with Zhu Gang.

A crisis is coming quietly and silently like a ghost hiding in the darkness...

Rumors spread rapidly in the palace, questioning whether Xu Miaoyun could bear the responsibility of giving birth to a prince. Some people even secretly slandered Xu Miaoyun's talent, saying that it was just a facade, trying to incite dissatisfaction with her in the Jin Palace.

Faced with this sudden storm, Xu Miaoyun did not panic.

She had been well-read since childhood and knew that she needed to rely on her wisdom and talent to stabilize the situation at this moment.

So Xu Miaoyun decided to hold an elegant gathering and invited everyone in the palace to participate.

On this day, the gathering was decorated elegantly and exquisitely.

There is everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting, exuding a faint scent of ink.

Xu Miaoyun was wearing a light blue dress, with a graceful figure, like a fairy in a painting.

She came to the drawing table and pondered for a moment, then began to paint on the spot, inspired by the sound of the piano.

Xu Miaoyun's brushstrokes are delicate and smooth, and every stroke seems to contain endless emotions.

While painting, she told everyone about her deep feelings for the palace and her beautiful expectations for the future.

“Everyone, the palace is like a safe haven for my concubine Xu, and it is the warmest place in my heart.

I, Xu, hope that the palace can be as prosperous and harmonious as in this painting, and that the family members can live in harmony and face the ups and downs together. "

Xu Miaoyun's voice was gentle and firm, like a clear spring, flowing into everyone's hearts.

The delicate brushstrokes gradually outlined a painting that showed the prosperity and harmony of the palace.

Pavilions, towers, flowers, plants and trees are lifelike.

It seems that the vitality and vigor of the entire palace are condensed on this piece of drawing paper.

Everyone present couldn't help but be moved and cast admiring glances at him.

Then Xu Miaoyun moved to the piano table and sat down gently.

She closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and slowly placed her hands on the strings.

Suddenly, a melodious piano piece sounded, as if telling of Xu Miaoyun's love and loyalty to the palace.

The sound of the piano sometimes hums softly and gently, like the gurgling of a stream.

Sometimes it is passionate and surging, like a rushing river.

Zhu Gang stood aside, watching Xu Miaoyun's calmness and composure in the face of the crisis, his heart filled with admiration and heartache.

He walked to Xu Miaoyun, looked at everyone with a firm gaze, and said loudly: "I believe in the princess, her talent and character are obvious to everyone.

This palace, with Miaoyun here, will surely become more prosperous!"

This gathering not only showcased Xu Miaoyun's talent in painting and playing the zither, but also allowed her to deftly resolve the crisis with her wisdom in dealing with people.

After the gathering, Xu Miaoyun treated the servants with Confucian ideas of benevolence and cared about their lives.

She specifically sought out Li Ma, the old nanny who worked hard for the palace on weekdays.

Xu Miaoyun asked with concern: "Auntie Li, how are you feeling recently?
Are there any difficulties at home?
If you have any difficulties, please tell me."

Li Ma was so moved that her eyes filled with tears. She quickly knelt down and said, "Thank you for your concern, Princess. I am fine.

The princess is so kind and loving, it is a blessing for us servants.

I will do my best for the palace and repay the princess' kindness."

With her wisdom and talent, Xu Miaoyun worked hard to create a harmonious and culturally rich palace environment.

In this complicated life in the palace, she strives to balance the mission of giving birth to an offspring and her own pursuit, demonstrating her sense of responsibility and commitment.

However, one crisis has not yet subsided when another one arises. (End of this chapter)