After spending some time with Jiang Tian, ​​Mo Chenyuan returned home in high spirits.

When he attended court, he was subtly pressured by the prime minister's group to choose an empress as soon as possible, but he simply smiled indifferently.

"What you all say makes sense. I should choose a principal wife, but my empress should be a model of virtue and gentleness. Last night, I went on an incognito tour and encountered the prime minister's daughter. She was arrogant and unruly and not fit for important tasks. Considering that she is the prime minister's beloved daughter, she might be suitable to marry a prince or nobleman. But she is absolutely unsuitable to be the empress."

"Prime Minister, you should have your daughter taught proper etiquette by a nanny. Letting her run around will only cause her to offend nobles, not please anyone. After much consideration, her upbringing makes me hesitant to choose another daughter from the Prime Minister's family."

Mo Chenyuan's words were barbed and pointed.

None of the civil and military officials dared to respond.

The Emperor's words were like a slap in the face to the Prime Minister.

He was jumping around and trying his best to promote the emperor's selection of concubines, but wasn't he just after his own idea of ​​sending his daughter into the palace?

However, before the plan could be implemented, the emperor bluntly stated that the prime minister's daughter was not up to the task and excluded his family, which was truly a case of losing both wife and army.

Although the emperor was young, his word was law; once he spoke, he would never take it back.

If the prime minister still wants to send his daughter to the palace, it will be difficult for her to even become a concubine, let alone an empress.

Some officials who disliked the prime minister lowered their heads and chuckled to themselves.

The prime minister's face turned ashen, and he could only apologize, saying, "My daughter is clumsy and has offended Your Majesty. I hope Your Majesty will forgive her."

He was originally 90% confident that his daughter would get into the palace.

His daughter was exquisite and adorable from a young age, and grew up to be the most beautiful woman in the capital. She was clever and witty, and excelled in the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Matchmakers flocked to his door, but he never agreed to any of them, waiting only for her to rise to prominence and become a phoenix.

But Mo Chenyuan's words completely sealed off this path.

His chest heaved with anger and blood, and he could only force himself to endure it.

"Yes, it is the father's fault if the son is not taught. Prime Minister, you should go back and reflect for three days, and think about why you have raised your child to be such a bad person."

Mo Chenyuan gave a slightly gentle smile, said those words to him, and after seeing that he had accepted the decree, he dismissed the court.

Three days later, the Prime Minister returned to the court and quickly submitted a memorial, arguing that the Emperor should prioritize state affairs and that the Thousand Gold Banquet should be postponed.

The emperor was overjoyed and praised the prime minister for his service to the country and its people, and thus cancelled the banquet for a thousand pieces of gold.

“You have turned the tables on the Prime Minister; he must be furious.”

In the study, Xiao Zijue and Mo Chenyuan played chess and talked.

"He was overconfident, thinking his daughter was a celestial being, and insisted on bringing her to me, hoping I would take a liking to her at first sight. So I had no choice but to give him my honest opinion."

The phrase "to be both in charge and in power" perfectly describes a prime minister.

They had been plotting to get his daughter into the palace. Not wanting to give anyone cause for gossip, they arranged a chance encounter, believing Mo Chenyuan would fall in love with his daughter at first sight.

Thinking of the woman's arrogant manner, a hint of disgust flashed across Mo Chenyuan's eyes.

Thinking of the Prime Minister's ashen face, Xiao Zijue shook his head and smiled.

Mo Chenyuan raised his eyes: "Are you troubled by something?"

Xiao Zijue sighed and said truthfully, "My mother is arranging for concubines to serve me in bed again. The night before last, she even brought one of the concubines directly to my room."

Thinking about that day still gives Xiao Zijue a headache.

"Otherwise, you should marry a proper wife first. If you fancy a young lady from a good family, as long as you agree, I will grant you marriage."

"Your Majesty, please don't tease me. I don't want to implicate others. If I were to marry a proper wife, my mother might have to wait outside the room every day."

Xiao Zijue's distress was so real that Mo Chenyuan could not offer any words of comfort.

His mother was truly an exceptional person.

"If that concubine were still alive, that would be wonderful. Even if she were just going there to study, it would be better than being nagged by my old mother," Xiao Zijue sighed.

Mo Chenyuan remained calm: "The sky is high enough for birds to fly freely. Now that you've let her go, you shouldn't think about her anymore."

“Your Majesty is right. Does Your Majesty know where she is now? If it is convenient, I will send someone to deliver some things to her. In any case, I will always owe her something.”

"If fate allows, you will meet her. Sending someone over will only disturb her peace."

Understanding his meaning, Xiao Zijue had no choice but to give up.

The more the old lady urged him these days, the more Xiao Zijue missed Jiang Tian.

If she were still alive, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

You reap what you sow.

He drove her away himself, and it was too late for regrets.

With Mo Chenyuan busy, Jiang Tian's days became much easier.

She, an old woman, simply couldn't understand the energy of a young person.

After he left that day, Jiang Tian rested for three whole days before she recovered her strength.

As the pastry shop's business improved, Jiang Tian's savings gradually increased.

She realized that she couldn't manage on her own, so she hired two more workers.

With the three of them working together, Jiang Tian was finally less tired.

The maids sent by Mo Chenyuan wanted to help her, which startled Jiang Tian.

These maids served her on the surface, but she never forgot their true purpose.

It would be extremely inappropriate for her to have someone else's elite work for her.

Business was booming, and Jiang Tian's smile grew wider every day.

As evening approached, Jiang Tian was about to finish work when she heard a man ask, "How much are the hibiscus pastries?"

"Fifteen coins a box."

Jiang Tian didn't look up, and said subconsciously.

But when she recognized the man's voice, she looked up abruptly and met a pair of smiling eyes.

"Then give me a box, I'll take it home and let my stray cat try it."

Jiang Tian's earlobes were bright red.

She would scratch him if she couldn't bear it at that moment, so Mo Chenyuan deliberately showed her what his back looked like the next day.

She saw the bright red scratch marks on the skin, but before she could say anything, Mo Chenyuan said that he hadn't slept well last night and a stray cat had scratched him.

Who the stray cat is, is self-evident.

Jiang Tian didn't say anything, packed up the pastries, and handed them to him.

He took a silver coin and placed it in front of her: "Keep the change."

Jiang Tian's eyes lit up. Realizing what she was doing, she quickly declined, saying, "Just give me fifteen coins, sir."

Mo Chenyuan couldn't help but grind his teeth. This woman really knew how to keep clear accounts even with her own brothers. He had originally thought she would give him a box, but it seemed he had been overthinking it.

"I'll come again next time, so I'll keep this money with you for now."

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Tian had no choice but to accept his money.

When she finished work, she saw Mo Chenyuan waiting for her with a box of pastries.

"You can go back and wait there from now on. I'll close the shop at sunset."

Mo Chenyuan was strong and imposing. He stood there, exuding authority without anger. Jiang Tian saw him, and many people dared not approach him after seeing him.

They might think he's an official.

"If I hadn't waited here, you might have dragged it out for who knows how long."

As he spoke, Mo Chenyuan took her hand and led her into the carriage.

When Jiang Tian saw the danger brewing in his eyes, she instinctively wanted to cover her mouth.

She didn't want it to swell up again.

The main reason my lips weren't swollen enough after resting for three days last time was that they didn't go down.

Mo Chenyuan was amused by her behavior.