Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

After separating from Li You, Wen Renzong returned to his home in Huajian Lane.

Jiang Ning personally selected and bought this three-story house in order to accommodate the female relatives of the Wen family.

At that time, she wanted to give the land and house deeds to Wei Zangxiang, Wenrenzong's mother, but Wei Zangxiang refused to accept it.

I heard that all the family's property, house, shop and everything were confiscated and returned to the public. After being released, the female relatives of the Wen family almost ended up living on the streets.

After living in Jiang Ning's house, Jiang Ning gave Wei Zangxiang a sum of money, and later sent someone to send money and food every month.

But except for the first two months, later on, Wei Zangxiang and her daughters refused to accept any more money from her.

Although the family is in decline, life will always go on.

Wei Zangxiang, who is strong and sensible, understands that they may live their lives accepting charity from others.

She took her daughters, starting from washing clothes and doing needlework, making money bit by bit and doing some small business.

Slowly, I got over it.

Now that Wen Renzong has come back and been reactivated, outsiders thought that Wen Ren's family would move back to a big house.

But they still live in the small house bought by Jiang Ning.

Wen Renzong jumped off the horse and led him to the stable. After giving him water and fodder, he touched the horse again and stood silently for a while.

"Thirteen is back." Wei Zangxiang walked over and looked at his son lovingly, "You are also a court official after all, so you should also find yourself a servant."

"My son can do these little things by himself."

"Mom knows. However, this is also for the sake of the court's dignity."

"The dignity of the court is not something that I, Wenrenzong, can afford." Wenrenzong patted the horse's head, turned around and saw his mother holding a wooden basin, and hurriedly stepped forward to take it, "Mother, don't do this These are the menial tasks. When my son comes back, he will honor you well."

Wei Zangxiang looked at her son's dark and thin face and said with a smile: "Mom just does a little laundry and mending, it's nothing. It's not as hard as what you did in Lingnan. Mom knows you have suffered a lot."

Wen Renzong glanced at his mother's hand.

Chapped, red, swollen, rough.

This still looks like the hands of the pampered Mrs. Wenren from before.

These hands were once used for writing and playing the piano.

Wenren Zong glanced at the dark night, slowly exhaled, and said with a smile: "It's so late, why doesn't mother rest?"

"As I get older, I sleep less. I slept a little longer at noon, so I can't sleep that night." Wei Zangxiang smiled and said, "Are you hungry? Mom will cook a bowl of noodles for you."

"No, mother."

"Come here and sit down. Mom has something to say to you."

"……yes."

Eating noodles is secondary, talking is serious.

Wen Renzong didn't really just sit and wait. Instead, he came to the kitchen to help his mother.

Wei Zangxiang makes fire and boils water neatly.

While waiting for the water to boil, she washed some green vegetables, cut them into pieces, put them into the pot with the noodles, and then cracked an egg into them.

The fragrance slowly spreads.

Wen Renzong smiled and said, "Mom can do anything now."

"Really? I thought I would never enter the kitchen in my life. But that's okay." Wei Zangxiang smiled cheerfully, "Don't a delicate child like Xiao Ning'er often cook by herself? Do you know, last time, Xiao Ning'er was still here, right where you were sitting."