Chapter 252 The Queen Mother and the Regent Who Became a Cat 13

"Meow~"

Seeing that Zong Yue was still in a depressed mood, Cha Jiu jumped out of his arms, ran to a bush nearby, and started rolling around with his butt sticking out.

Zong Yue looked at her movements curiously: "What are you looking for?"

After digging for a long time, Cha Jiu finally found the golden soccer ball that had rolled into the bushes but was not found by Xiao Yun, and brought it to Zong Yue.

Zong Yue raised his eyebrows: "You want me to play with you"

Cha Jiu glanced at him and wagged his tail.

——Sorry, I am the one playing with you.

Because you are the son of luck, I can reluctantly give you the treatment that Xiaoyun doesn't have.

Zong Yue picked up the Cuju ball and seeing the cat's adorable look, he decided to tease it.

He deliberately hid the small Cuju in his big palm and pretended to throw the ball.

As he moved, Cha Jiu's head drew a semi-arc in the air, looked at the air for a while, and then turned back to look at him.

Zong Yue blinked and said, "I threw it away, go pick it up."

Cha Jiu: “…”

never mind.

Cha Jiu pouted and rushed to the empty bushes, pretending to be busy, looking around for the Cuju that had not been thrown out.

Then he returned to Zong Yue, his cat pupils were blank, as if he was saying:

Where did you throw it? I can't find it.

After repeating this little game several times, Cha Jiu was already out of breath and collapsed at Zong Yue's feet.

Zong Yue couldn't hold back his smile and rubbed her head: "What a silly cat."

Cha Jiu, whose hair was tangled up, said: "..."

You are not bad either, silly prince.

Fortunately, Zong Yue's mood finally improved visibly.

He hung the cleaned amber pendant back around Cha Jiu's neck.

"Wear this pendant. If you get lost in the future, I will need this necklace to recognize you."

Zong Yue half-jokingly said.

…

Song Hui dared to attack Cha Jiu, which had already touched Zong Yue's sore spot.

Although Zong Yue did not execute him, he ordered his men to cut off his right hand and then hurried back to Jiangnan with Xiao Wei.

He also took back all the properties, shops, and other property that he had gifted to the Wei family in Jiangnan, so that young Wei could experience what it was like to live without the protection and help of the royal palace.

Xiao Wei returned to Jiangnan with her disabled son, only to find that all her wealth had been lost, her life was in poverty, and she fell into complete despair.

As for Song Zhili, Zong Yue had long seen through her hypocrisy.

"This king can give you two choices. One, enter the palace and become His Majesty's concubine. Two, go back to Jiangnan and never come to Beijing again."

Zong Yue sat in his seat, looking down coldly at Song Zhili who was kneeling on the ground.

Song Zhili's mind was full of thoughts, and she hesitated about how to start her words: "I..."

"You only have one chance to make a choice, so stop saying those lofty and nice words." Zong Yue mercilessly exposed her poor acting skills.

Song Zhili bit her lip and finally confessed her ambition: "I want to enter the palace."

If you can't marry the Regent, then just marry the Emperor.

It is still unknown who will eventually rule the world, but if she goes back to Jiangnan, she will never have the chance to be above everyone else.

Zong Yue sneered, "Compared to greedy people, I hate hypocritical fools more."

Song Zhili happened to have all three.

Her face turned red and white.

That night, Zong Yue sent Song Zhili to the palace.

The little emperor only thought that Zong Yue had sent a spy to him, and was not enthusiastic about Song Zhili. After finishing half a cup of tea, he left in a hurry, picking up his trousers.

He was even more infatuated with Miss Lin, a lady sent by his maternal ancestors, the Lin family.

The beautiful Lin had a hot body and was even more charming in bed, which made him very obsessed.

During this period, the emperor fought fiercely every night, and even at his young age, he had to drink deer blood and ginseng soup to replenish his energy.

When the news reached the Regent's Palace, Zong Yue was painting a portrait of Cha Jiu.

It was deep winter, and it was a rare warm day, so Cha Jiu lay down under the pear tree to bask in the sun and get rid of the cold.

When Zong Yue saw her snow-white body nestled among the golden fallen leaves, her hair shining softly, like a piece of crispy and delicious osmanthus cake, he became interested and brought his pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the pavilion to paint her.

Several winter butterflies flew around Cha Jiu, as if teasing her, and occasionally landed on her head and nose.

Cha Jiu sneezed several times because of the powder on the butterfly.

She was about to stretch out her claws to swat the butterfly away, but she heard a deep, magnetic voice echoing in the octagonal pavilion: "Don't move."

Cha Jiu paused, his claws suspended in mid-air.

"Meow~" Okay, I'm tired of raising my hands!

Zong Yue was amused by her cute look and quickly added the final strokes to complete a lifelike picture of a cat playing with a butterfly.

"Okay, put your hands down."

Cha Jiu stopped basking in the sun and ran over happily, throwing himself into Zong Yue's arms, asking him to hold him to look at the freshly-made paintings.

Zong Yue's brushstrokes are extremely delicate, vividly depicting the cat's lazy elegance when lying down, as well as its adorable look when chasing butterflies.

And it is very realistic. Anyone who sees this painting and then sees Cha Jiu can recognize that it is the same cat.

Cha Jiu nodded with satisfaction.

Zong Yue said, "There is only one last step left."

Cha Jiu: “Meow”

Having said that, Zong Yue picked up Cha Jiu's cat paw, dipped it in paint, and pressed a small plum blossom seal on the signature of the painting.

He smiled and said, "This is done."

"Meow." Cha Jiu calmly smeared the paint on his paws on the sleeves of Zong Yue's robe.

Yun An came out through the corridor with a serious look on his face and reported the news from the palace.

There's nothing surprising about the little emperor's addiction to beauty.

When the Queen Mother was still in the palace, for the sake of his physical growth, she issued an order not to allow concubines in the harem to sleep with him.

But during the past half month, the Empress Dowager had been ill and unable to discipline the emperor, so the emperor naturally indulged his long-suppressed desires for revenge.

But the second thing is intriguing.

The Queen Mother returned to the palace.

Cha Jiu looked down at his cat-like figure and complained to the system: "I am here. Who did the emperor find to replace me and go back to the palace?"

Yun An also said, "I went to Taiqing Tower to investigate before, but I didn't see any trace of the Queen Mother. But the person sitting in the carriage when she returned to the palace yesterday was indeed the Queen Mother herself."

Cha Jiu: "It's not me, thank you."

Zong Yue sat on the stone table, lowering his eyes, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, he said slowly: "Disguise yourself, or even find someone who looks similar. These are not impossible. You continue to track down the whereabouts of the Queen Mother, and don't tell anyone."

If the news of the empress dowager's disappearance spread, there would be chaos in the court and the harem, and the people would also have many speculations, which would be detrimental to the image of the royal family.

Yun An agreed and was about to leave to continue the investigation when he was stopped by Zong Yue.

"You can investigate this matter tomorrow. There is a private banquet in the mansion today. You can stay and have a good meal with Yunkang and the others."

Yun An suddenly realized and slapped his head: "Today is the prince's birthday banquet, I forgot."