Unlike the Forbidden City, the Yuanmingyuan was located in the suburbs.

The area is surrounded by various imperial estates, where a wide variety of fruits and vegetables are grown.

When no one came to the Old Summer Palace, their food was better than that of the inconvenient Forbidden City.

Not to mention that many masters now live in the Yuanmingyuan, so the food there must be even better.

After listening to Chen Yuwei's words, Hongli finished the dishes she had put on his plate and said, "Not bad."

It definitely has a unique flavor, tender, refreshing and delicious.

Chen Yuwei smiled and took the opportunity to put a few more pieces of food on Hongli's plate.

Of course, Chen Yuwei didn't neglect her own food rations either; she ate and drank as much as she wanted, even more than Hongli.

The two chatted and laughed as they finished their dinner, successfully filling their stomachs.

We got up, held hands, and walked around the spacious courtyard twice to digest our food.

As candles were lit in the main hall, Chen Yuwei and Hongli entered the room.

"There have been days when I have not felt as relaxed as I do today."

In the past, Hongli was always traveling around, even with his wives and concubines, but he mostly summoned officials from various places along the way to inquire about his political achievements.

Upon returning to the palace, he would have to deal with the accumulated political affairs of the past few months.

After finishing his business, he rushed to the Old Summer Palace.

Throughout March and May, Hongli's daily life was extremely busy.

Today's relaxation allowed Hongli to experience a long-lost sense of ease and comfort.

"Your Majesty, you should rest more during your visit to the Yuanmingyuan and take care of your health."

Hongli smiled and shook his head, "I wish I could too," but it's impossible now that he's retired. Who will do the work?

No wonder the Emperor was so busy when he was in power. Hongli used to think that the Emperor was reluctant to relinquish power, but after he became Emperor, Hongli realized the truth.

It's not that I'm reluctant to part with it, it's that I simply can't let it go.

The taste of power is too good; once it's given up, it can't be taken back.

If they did not want the government to spiral out of control and threaten the safety of the Qing Dynasty, they had no choice but to firmly hold power in their own hands.

Hongli is now a carbon copy of the late emperor. Apart from being a little younger than the late emperor when he ascended the throne, the father and son are really no different, and even the trivial matters they face every day are the same.

"Your Majesty, I have embroidered a nightgown for you. What do you think?"

"Pajamas?"

"Yes, I embroidered it for a long time, and I specially chose the pattern on it."

"Oh, I'll give it a try."

"Your Majesty, I will help."

"..."