"Father, do you have calluses on your butt?!" (⊙0⊙) !!

The emperor, who was lying to the child, was taken aback: "Huh? Huh!"

Xiao Liu looked at the emperor's buttocks distressedly, his eyebrows twitching downwards, and said with a bitter face, "Does your butt hurt when your father sits like this?"

The emperor's ears burned with embarrassment, but he continued to lie, "It hurts, I'm used to it."

Zhang Fujin's face flushed red, and he hurriedly and considerately dismissed the palace maids and eunuchs beside him. He also stood about ten feet away, trying his best to ignore the emperor's words.

Xiaoliu's facial features wrinkled into a ball, and he looked at the mischievous Xiaowu helplessly.

Xiao Wu was bewildered: "What are you looking at me for?"

"I want to blow it for my father." Xiaoliu said aggrievedly.

Xiaowu rolled his eyes. Xiaoliu was always like this, always hesitant to do anything. "Then go ahead and blow it."

Xiaoliu received the instructions, smiled at Xiaowu, and then smiled at the emperor.

The emperor was a little creepy.

He has never interacted with these sons and has no idea about their ways. What does this brat want to do?

"Father, please stand up, okay?" Xiaoliu looked at the emperor eagerly.

The emperor felt uneasy and his mind was blank for a moment. He didn't know what to think, just like when he was pushed onto the throne by important officials of the court.

He obeyed subconsciously, standing up with Tianbao in his arms, his brows slightly furrowed.

Xiaoliu, who was not even as long as his legs, lifted up the hem of his robe with great difficulty, puffed up his cheeks with great heartache, and blew several breaths on the dragon's butt.

The emperor felt a slight chill in his lower body and suddenly felt like yawning.

He tried hard to hold it in, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Seeing the emperor's strange expression, the little sweet boy reached out to touch his face, mumbling baby language that no one could understand.

The emperor must have been very touched - although the behavior of a three-year-old child was a bit outrageous.

"Are you... done?" The emperor was having a hard time holding it in. If Xiaoliu didn't leave, he would not be able to help but burst his dragon energy into Xiaoliu's face.

It’s okay if it doesn’t stink, but it would be embarrassing if it does!

Xiao Si vaguely sensed the emperor's unhappiness and quickly pulled Xiao Liu out of his robe.

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but the moment he lowered his robe, he thought he heard someone fart. Not long after, a refreshing stench wafted into his nose. He looked suspiciously at Xiaowu and Xiaoliu, then at the emperor.

Xiao Si didn't say a word and silently covered his nose.

Xiaowu twitched his little nose, apparently smelling the stench as well. He looked around widely, searching for the source of the stench.

Xiaoliu was honest and wrinkled his face, feeling like there was something wrong with his nose.

Xiao Qi chuckled with drool: "Father, let the stinky smell go."

Little Sweetie also smelled the stench. She heard the fart sound very clearly, and also heard the emperor breathe a sigh of relief after he was done.

But the seventh prince's childish words embarrassed the emperor so much that he dug his toes into the ground.

"Puff... Puff puff..." Tianbao opened the floodgates at the right time, and the stinky smell quickly spread, soon covering up the stinky fart just now.

She couldn't control any of her eating, drinking, defecating or urinating.

The little girl's face turned red, she was so embarrassed! She actually did that in front of her father and brothers!

In that case, she simply cried out loud, directly attracting everyone's attention to herself and helping the emperor out of trouble.

Xiao Wu pointed at Xiao Tian Bao and suddenly realized: "I was wondering why it stinks, it turns out that Tian Bao has pooped!"

The emperor looked at Tianbao gratefully, and without any disdain, he hugged her tighter, his heart warmed...

At night, Zhang Fujin came in with a tray.

Glancing at the little princess on the dragon bed, he waited for a while with an awkward expression.

Seeing that the emperor was about to go to bed, he hurriedly reminded him: "Your Majesty, it's time to turn over the cards."

The emperor looked over in surprise and waved his hands: "I now have a son and a daughter, why should I turn over the cards? I'll withdraw it now. There's no need to ask again in the future."

"This..." Zhang Fujin was stunned. The emperor wanted all the concubines in the harem to be widows in the future?

Seeing that he was standing there, the emperor picked up a shoe and threw it at him: "Get out, my little sweetie and I are going to bed."

He actually forgot to talk to those brats about flipping the cards today. As an emperor, he is not only busy during the day, but also exhausted at night!

There are far more than thirty beauties in the harem. Even if they are rotated every night, it would be impossible to take care of so many concubines.

I don't know who came up with this idea, but in order to ensure that the emperor gets everything he wants equally, one sign represents several concubines, and each time you flip it, several people will be given to the emperor.

The emperor swallowed his saliva in fear. He had heard that the previous emperor would favor nine concubines in one night...

Nine of them, working on national affairs during the day and taking care of their children's affairs at night. No wonder they ended up exhausted.

Fortunately, he had been prepared, and only thirty or forty concubines entered the harem...

The next morning, Yan Chun from Mingyue Palace came to the side hall of Lingxiao Palace.

Seeing Consort Zhao, she was too lazy to even bend her legs: "Consort Zhao is enjoying the good life here, and she doesn't care about the newly born Ninth Prince at all?"

Zhao Cairen lowered her head and whispered, "The Emperor asked me to take care of the little princess here. Xiaojiu is being raised by the Imperial Concubine, so I'm relieved."

Yan Chun sneered: "Talented man, are you also confident in Zhiqiu and the others?"

Zhao Cairen clenched her handkerchief and looked up in surprise.

She came in a hurry yesterday, and without the emperor's approval, she didn't dare to bring Zhiqiu with her.

Seeing the fierceness in Yanchun's eyes, her eyes were sore and she cried anxiously: "What did you do to Zhiqiu?"

During the two years since she entered the palace, Zhiqiu was the only one who took care of her, accompanied her, and comforted her.

Yan Chun smiled coldly: "Zhi Qiu spoke rudely, and the imperial concubine slapped her dozens of times. Why don't you go back and take a look?"

Zhao Cairen touched her chest, her internal organs were in a knot.

She bit her lower lip and looked towards the main hall, as if she didn't hear the little sweet baby crying.

"What are you dawdling about, talented man? Zhiqiu is still kneeling in the yard." Yan Chun urged impatiently.

Yesterday, Concubine Zhao came to Lingxiao Palace to wait. The Ninth Prince cried for the whole afternoon and the whole night, and no matter how the wet nurses coaxed him, it was useless.

The Ninth Prince fell asleep when he was tired of crying, but he woke up after a short while and continued to howl. He went on like this all night long, and no one in Mingyue Palace got any sleep.

Concubine Shu was so heartbroken that she cried all night, and her eyes are still swollen.

When Lady Zhao heard that Zhiqiu was being punished by kneeling, she took a deep breath and hurriedly followed Yanchun towards Mingyue Palace, hoping to return quickly...

Tianbao in Lingxiao Palace was woken up by hunger.

She opened her mouth and cried twice, reminding the people around her that she wanted to eat.

When the maidservant heard the noise, she knew the little princess was hungry. She went to look for Lady Zhao with a smile and said, "The little princess is so considerate. She didn't cry or make a fuss."

Not long after, the young palace maid returned with a worried look on her face: "The talented lady is missing. What should we do? I heard that Yan Chun from Mingyue Palace called her back."

Mingyue Palace?

Tianbao is facing a formidable enemy, what good intentions can Concubine Shu have?

Mother is too soft! She is too young to protect her mother, so she can only use her housekeeping skills.

Tianbao opened his little mouth and started howling at the top of his lungs.

The emperor heard the crying from afar and, without caring about his dignity, ran to the High Heaven Palace with his dragon robe in hand: "What happened to my sweet sweet baby?"