The Regent's Tender Darling

When we arrived at the entrance of Jingci Temple, there were several more eunuchs and maids in the courtyard, who were busy cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

The fallen leaves in the corner were from the autumn of the year before last.

"Your Highness Prince An." The palace people saluted quickly, all of them lowered their heads, no longer daring to look down upon him as before.

Yan Xuan nodded slightly, his expression as gentle as before.

This made the palace people feel a little bit more guilty. They were originally worried that King An would show off his power, but obviously, he didn't.

It seems that Prince An will never get carried away at any time. There is an older eunuch who knows that the eleventh prince who was favored by the late emperor has always been a humble gentleman and treated others with courtesy.

Even towards palace people like them, he is never arrogant.

Such a prince who was praised by the late emperor as knowledgeable and wise, they once thought he would be the future emperor.

But it's such a shame that something like that happened.

It really goes along with the saying that flowers don’t last forever, and people don’t last a thousand days.

After going through so many hardships, the original eleventh prince finally had a new beginning.

Just as Yan Xuan was about to go to the Buddhist hall, he suddenly stopped, turned around slowly, looked at one of the older eunuchs, and said, "Eunuch Deng."

"My servant is here." Deng Dexing quickly bowed down and faced King An, feeling a little surprised. He didn't expect that King An would recognize him.

King An smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect to see my father-in-law here."

This Eunuch Deng had served him when he was young. Since he left the palace to live, these people have disappeared.

Deng Dexing raised his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Your Highness has a good memory. He still remembers the slave. The slave was assigned to the noble concubine from Xinzheku. It is also a blessing for the slave to be able to serve the noble concubine again."

Since King An's incident, those who had served the imperial concubine and King An have been relegated to the Xinzheku. In these years, no one cares about them as slaves.

He was lucky because he was old enough to be able to come out of the Xin Zheku. Although serving the imperial concubine was not a fat job, he was free and usually had nothing to do.

"Father-in-law, you have worked hard these years."

After saying this, Yan Xuan nodded and bowed, which shocked Deng Dexing. How could he accept the prince's gift? He quickly bowed even lower and said, "I don't dare."

After looking at Deng Dexing for the last time, Yan Xuan withdrew his eyes and turned to go to the Buddhist hall.

As soon as I stepped into the Buddhist hall, I saw a woman dressed in plain white with half a bunch of black hair kneeling on a futon, facing the Buddha, lightly twisting the beads in her hand.

Yan Xuan quickly bowed his hands and said, "My son, please give my regards to my mother and concubine."

"Close the door." The imperial concubine closed her eyes, and the hand that gently twisted the beads stopped.

"Yes." Yan Xuan closed the door of the Buddhist hall as instructed.

Just as the door closed, a majestic voice came: "Kneel down!"

Yan Xuan was slightly startled, but then he quickly knelt down. He knew that the mother-in-law was angry.

The crisp sound of twisting the beads sounded again, and the imperial concubine closed her eyes and said nothing.

A full half an hour passed like this. Ordinary people would no longer be able to kneel down after such a long time. Yan Xuan still knelt properly, with a straight and straight posture, without any movement.

Finally, the imperial concubine opened her eyes, and the beads she was twisting in her hand stopped. Perhaps due to her long years of vegetarianism, the imperial concubine's body was thin, and her soft face had a touch of Buddhist aura.

Such a woman used to be the most gentle woman in the harem, and her sometimes petty temper was also the late emperor's favorite.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

"My son, I don't know."

This was the first time that King An did not follow the concubine's instructions. He felt that he was not wrong, so he would not admit his mistake, and he did not want to deceive his mother and concubine.

After all, paper cannot contain fire.