She originally wanted to fight for her son to be the heir apparent, but she also knew that this was a delusion, so she had to compromise temporarily.
"But it doesn't matter. Although Zian can't be the heir now, as long as King Zhao is willing to recognize Zian's identity, Zian will have a chance.
She will take her time. Sooner or later, the position of the heir apparent will belong to Zian.
Seeing that Su Changxiao agreed, King Zhao said: "Okay, then we will make an agreement."
In order to let Su Changxiao do things for him with peace of mind, King Zhao pretended to coax: "Don't worry, as long as you can help me become the prince, I will not treat you mother and son badly. If I have the chance to inherit the throne, Then your son also has the opportunity to be the heir!"
King Zhao said this, but he snorted coldly in his heart.
He was just coaxing Su Changxiao. The day he succeeded would be the day Su Changxiao died.
As for her child, it¡¯s good that he can admit his identity, and he still wants to be the heir, just a dream!
Su Changxiao didn't know that King Zhao was deceiving her, but she had to "trust" King Zhao, because now no one could make her stand up except King Zhao.
She said in a cold voice: "Okay, I will write you the handles of those officials later, and I will also give you my connections. Regarding Zian's matter, I hope you will not break your promise."
King Zhao wants to lie to her, so she will pretend to agree first, and slowly pave the way for Zian step by step, without being in a hurry.
King Zhao said: "Don't worry, I will do what I say!"
After saying that, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Soon, Su Changxiao wrote a list to King Zhao, and King Zhao left with satisfaction.
Seeing King Zhao¡¯s back, Su Changxiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Very good!
Her son is finally no longer a bastard and can finally become a royal heir. This way, no matter how many grievances she suffers, it is worth it!
After King Zhao returned to the palace, he asked Ah Zhen to prepare for Chu Zian to recognize his ancestor and return to the clan.
However, although he was willing to recognize Chu Zian, he did not want to take Chu Zian back to Prince Zhao's Mansion.
He kept Chu Zian at the Red Buddha Temple and was taken care of by Su Changxiao. For the sake of his bloodline, he sent a doctor and several servants to help take care of him-
Jin Prince's Mansion
Since Yuan Zhen moved into Prince Jin¡¯s Mansion, she has been observing the people around Prince Jin.
He found that the King of Jin valued several people very highly, the most important of whom was a long history named Mo Yan.
Mo Yan is an internal official in the Jin Palace and is in charge of the government orders. He has great power in the Jin Palace and is deeply trusted by the Jin Dynasty. He is extremely loyal to the Jin Dynasty.
With Mo Yan around, it would be difficult to overthrow King Jin, so the first thing he had to get rid of was Mo Yan, his right-hand man.
Once he finds the target he wants to eliminate, he takes action.
He has observed that Mo Yan likes a maid named Qiu Mei in the house very much, and he has an affair with Qiu Mei.
This Qiumei is pretty, but she is very snobbish and difficult to deal with.
When Yuan Zhen first came to Prince Jin¡¯s Mansion, Qiu Mei looked down on him and gave him several looks. It was not until he gained the respect of Prince Jin that her attitude towards him became slightly better.
Mo Yan likes Qiu Mei very much, right? Then he would start with Qiumei.
Starting with women can lead to conflicts between Mo Yan and him as quickly as possible!
Yuan Zhen knew that Qiu Mei was very greedy for money, so he was ready to give in to her.
Soon, he bought a bunch of gifts on the street and returned to Prince Jin's Mansion.
As soon as he came to the yard, he saw Qiu Mei and several maids sitting in the yard and cracking melon seeds.
While they were cracking melon seeds, they were chewing other people¡¯s tongues.
He immediately walked up and said flatteringly: "Miss Qiumei, are you chatting?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com