The once firmly established position of Crown Prince had now become uncertain.
Not only that, but he was now confined in the freezing Hall of Virtue to copy the scriptures.
With the New Year approaching, it was the coldest three months of the year. Wouldn't he get sick from the cold like this?
Jiang Ning could hardly imagine what Li Hongyuan was feeling at this time.
Looking at Wenzan and Lingzi, Jiang Ning thought that after all, he was the father of the two children.
In the future, when they grow up and find out it was because of her that their father couldn't become the Crown Prince, would they hold it against her?
At dinner time, Jiang Ning brought the food she made herself and went to the front yard to visit Wenren Zong.
Wenren Zong had gotten much better, sitting up in bed with a pile of thick documents.
"You should be resting and not taxing your mind," Jiang Ning said.