On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, Ying Zhao suffered the first mixed doubles match between his parents in his life.

He covered his red little butt with his hands, his big eyes were filled with crystal tears, his little mouth was opened by the salty taste, and his saliva kept flowing.

Chu Yuening took another cup of warm water and fed it to the baby. Her usually gentle face became stern at this moment.

"Baby, don't put anything in your mouth from now on, got it?"

"Wow... I get it, Zhao Zhao was wrong..."

Ying Zhao spat out the mouthwash, but his mouth was still a little numb. He looked at his mother crying.

He didn't expect that something as beautiful as snow could bite the tongue. It was so scary.

This time, Wu Long really left a shadow in his little heart, and he never dared to judge people by their appearance again.

Ying Zheng looked at the little boy with tearful eyes, his face as gloomy as water and his eyes full of anger.

"Why are you so greedy? What if it's poison?"

"Father, what is the poison..."

The little dumpling asked curiously while sobbing.

Seeing that the brat had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter, Ying Zheng's face became even darker, and he ordered the palace servants in a cold voice.

"You are not allowed to prepare any snacks for the little prince for the next month."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Wuwuwuwa...Father, Zhao Zhao knows he's wrong! Don't take Zhao Zhao's snacks, wuwuwu..."

Upon hearing that he wouldn't be able to eat the delicious snacks for so many days, Ying Zhao cried and threw himself into his father's arms, holding his arms and begging.

Unfortunately, Ying Zheng was determined to teach the brat a lesson, and remained unmoved, allowing the little guy to cry heartbreakingly.

Chu Yuening, who was standing by, felt like the cub was about to break, so her heart softened and she picked him up and coaxed him gently.

"Be good, my dear. A month will pass quickly."

"Wow... Mother lied to Zhao Zhao. Teacher Xiao has been teaching Zhao Zhao for so long, and only a month has passed."

Chu Yuening was speechless for a moment.

Alas, it is not easy to deceive children who have been baptized by knowledge.

But when I looked down at the little ball with snot bubbles on his face from crying, I shook my head and laughed. No matter how smart he was, he was still a little baby who would be sad because he had no snacks to eat.

"Then Zhao Zhao, don't eat anything carelessly in the future. Be good and Mom will reward you with a little snack, okay?"

"Really? You can't lie to Zhao Zhao..."

"Okay, okay, don't lie to me, my dear~"

With his mother's promise, Ying Zhao's heart, which was hurt by his father, finally felt better. After making such a fuss for so long, he was so tired that he slowly fell asleep.

Chu Yuening gently wiped his little face with a warm handkerchief, then handed him to his aunt to take back to sleep.

The hall returned to peace, except for Ying Zheng, who still had a frown on his face and a gloomy expression.

He felt that teaching the little brat was more tiring than reviewing memorials weighing hundreds of pounds.

"A Zheng, the cub is still young, just teach him slowly."

Chu Yuening stepped forward to comfort her lover, gently smoothing his brows, the light in her eyes as tolerant as the sea.

It is children's nature to be curious about and explore the unknown world, and parents need to guide them patiently.

Thinking that Zhao Zhao was less than two years old, the anger in Ying Zheng's heart gradually subsided, and his thick eyelashes drooped, covering up the complex thoughts in his eyes.

"Yuening, I'm too harsh."

The death of Qin II in his previous life was like a huge rock pressing on his heart, and he no longer believed in the illusory immortality of Ying Zheng.

Now Zhao Zhao's extraordinary talent made Ying Zheng overjoyed, so he was eager to let him become successful as soon as possible, but he ignored the fact that Zhao Zhao was still a young child.

Chu Yuening kissed her trembling eyelashes, her voice as peaceful as ever, carrying the power to soothe people's hearts.

"A Zheng, we still have a lot of time in the future, and we can protect Zhao Zhao and let him grow up."

"Um..."

Ying Zheng responded softly, holding the woman tightly in his big hands, with a sharp light flashing in his phoenix eyes.

Even if he were to die early in this life, he would leave enough backup plans to protect the mother and child and prevent anyone from hurting them in any way.

Chu Yuening sniffed the faint scent of cedar and keenly noticed the man's strange look, and couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Why is A Zheng so anxious to train Zhao Zhao?

At night, Ying Zheng wrote an edict on abolishing the salt tax and taking it back into the government-run camp. His black eyes were as deep as the night.

The bright moonlight shone on the man's stern outline, and the woman in his arms was awakened by the hazy moonlight and let out a moan.

"Um...A Zheng, what time is it?"

"It's the hour of Xu."

"Oh, why is it so late? Why didn't A Zheng wake me up~"

"Seeing you sleeping soundly, I couldn't bear to disturb you."

There was a faint smile on the man's tired face, which was gentle and steady, and Chu Yuening's heart was struck at once.

Being majestic and strong on the outside, but gentle and considerate on the inside, they can not only bring a full sense of security to their partners, but also provide delicate emotional value.

A Zheng is simply the ideal type of his ideal type~

Chu Yuening stood up, climbed onto the broad shoulders, and rubbed her face against the man's cheek affectionately.

The intimacy of his young wife dispelled some of Ying Zheng's fatigue. He stroked his silky black hair and lightly instructed Zhao Gao to prepare dinner.

"A Zheng, is the salt tax a problem? Will the officials object?"

Chu Yuening turned her head to look at the imperial edict, her brows slightly furrowed, and worry flashed in her eyes.

Although she was not good at politics, she had learned a thing or two from A Zheng, so she also realized the troublesomeness of this matter.

Once the word "interest" is involved, it will inevitably be accompanied by countless disputes and obstacles.

Ying Zheng rested his chin on the woman's neck, sniffing the faint fragrance, and responded lazily.

"No problem, with my awe-inspiring power, no one dares to stop me."

Although his tone was calm, it contained the authority and arrogance of an emperor.

When he first proposed the county system, those old guys who supported the feudal system made more noise than ever, but they still surrendered under his iron-blooded hand.

The woman looked at him with admiration and envy. Ying Zheng stared into her clear starry eyes and spoke softly, his words carrying great power.

"Yuening, most people in the world are short-sighted. There's no need to worry too much or argue about it. When you succeed, they will naturally support and praise you."

Ying Zheng's gaze seemed to be able to see through Chu Yuening's soul, and the smile on her face froze.

Is A Zheng encouraging her?

Chu Yuening has been extremely sensitive since childhood and always cares about other people's opinions and comments.

Even though she tried her best to change when she grew up, those deep-rooted influences could not be easily removed, so she could only try her best to make herself strong and perfect.

But now, A Zheng saw through her disguise at a glance.

He is not one of those male chauvinists who only want their partners to depend on them like dodder in order to satisfy their inner heroic complex and desire for conquest.

On the contrary, he patiently taught her, encouraged her to become a better self, and stood side by side with him and moved forward together.

Chu Yue stared into the man's gentle eyes and nodded heavily, with a sincere smile and gratitude on her little face.

A Zheng himself is a very good person.