Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved-Chapter 739 - 661: Another Update_2

"Prince, Housekeeper He is here." Housekeeper He pulled his nephew in from outside the door, and that face, so similar to Housekeeper He’s own, though youthful, bore a striking resemblance to Housekeeper He.

"Always shirking duties, letting just anyone respond," scolded Prince Duan, glancing at Housekeeper He’s nephew, "Just look at you, you’ve gotten fatter these past days, if not laziness then what is it?"

"Prince, you are right to reprimand me, I dare not do it again," Housekeeper He’s nephew immediately responded, evidently, this was not the first time.

Zheng Nianru stood up, glanced at Housekeeper He, who nodded and then escorted the empress out of the room.

"Your Majesty, the Prince has been like this these days. Today, since you’ve come, he’s been awake much longer than usual," Housekeeper He said as they walked, and Nanny Yun came up to greet them, looking at her own mistress with a hesitant expression.

"Housekeeper He, my father’s care now rests on you."

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, I will certainly take good care of the Prince," Housekeeper He’s eyes reddened, and he nodded quickly.

The carriage left Prince Duan’s Mansion and headed straight for the Imperial Palace.

"Your Majesty—" Nanny Yun immediately came forward, "Did you tell the Prince about that matter? Given the current situation, it’s become imperative to speak of it."

If the Emperor still acted as before, not coming close, then Nanny Yun thought they could still keep it a secret with extra caution.

But now, at any moment the Emperor might discover the truth, Nanny Yun felt like the heads of everyone in Chenhe Palace were perched on the edge of a knife, ready to fall at any moment.

"I said it, but as you’ve seen, my father’s been more confused than lucid these days," said Zheng Nianru, sighing softly.

"Your Majesty, why don’t we..." Nanny Yun bit her lip, "run away, or pretend we were kidnapped? Or make it seem the carriage overturned and we fell off a cliff?"

Zheng Nianru glanced at Nanny Yun, understanding her intention; her suggestion was the most direct solution they could think of for the moment.

Though the methods were different, the goal was the same—to make her disappear completely from before Zheng Congyuan.

Now with those people involved, this method seemed to be the most feasible one.

Fu Dong and Nian Xia looked at Zheng Nianru just as anxiously, not even they could clearly explain their nervousness. Perhaps it was because they vaguely felt their mistress did not want to take this action.

Zheng Nianru was silent; she certainly did not want to do this. She knew it was the last resort, yet it was not what she wanted.

So, what did she want?

To hope that Zheng Congyuan would believe everything she did was for their future, without knowing anything about the last life? After all, in her past life, she had been completely defeated by the ancestral teachings, defeated by Nanzheng State.

So, in this life, how confident was she? It was hard to predict life’s course; her chaotic thoughts already accepted that Zheng Congyuan would meet the same end as in her past life.

But what if she was always the main theme of fate? In this life, she hadn’t rebelled, and although history’s trajectory differed, it hadn’t changed: the fall of Qiandao Temple, the disappearance of Ghoul Ravine, and Ju Nanyi still controlling Nanzheng. What if these were the main themes?

Then, could she and Zheng Congyuan become the ones history overlooks?

Zheng Nianru wasn’t simply hoping for luck; after impulsively changing certain events, she had slowly come to a realization.

Perhaps, it would be extremely difficult, because Zheng Congyuan would not believe these things. He would not believe that between her and Ju Nanyi, it was only because she believed that a future Emperor of Nanzheng would be her child.

"Your Majesty—" There was no time to waste, this was the best opportunity, and Nanny Yun couldn’t guarantee that once Her Majesty returned to the palace, the Emperor wouldn’t already be in Chenhe Palace.

"Let’s return to the palace—" Zheng Nianru spoke calmly. Since escaping wasn’t what she wanted, if everything was as she thought, then the child’s existence merely meant the difference of a day earlier or later for Zheng Congyuan. What did it matter?

Even though Zheng Nianru’s mind was in turmoil, so much that she spent the night staring into darkness until dawn, gradually she sorted out some matters—those that she had initially done based on intuition might have been her insights from her past life.

Nanny Yun wanted to speak again, but seeing Zheng Nianru’s indifferent demeanor, she knew it was probably pointless to say anything at this moment.

But Nanny Yun was more anxious than anyone else; what exactly was Her Majesty thinking? Was she expecting the Emperor to accept the fact?