The ice and snow are melting.

The Qing'e Palace was very clean.

Everyone is very busy.

Regardless, the New Year must be celebrated, and preparations for the Winter Solstice must also be made.

Huan Yue thought that the female officials could handle it, but in the end, they all came after her, and she cried.

When Consort Zhu came to harass her, Huan Yue was truly heartbroken.

Zhu is laughing his head off! He's never seen anyone who, once given power, still feels inadequate. Even if they're inadequate, they have to grit their teeth and persevere; if they feel they're so capable, they can get even more. In reality, very few are truly capable.

Everyone else was gritting their teeth, except for Qing'e, who wasn't spoiled or arrogant, just lazy.

Zhu felt that as long as she could handle what she had to do, that was enough. She wouldn't do anything more. Wasn't it better to be idle?

A palace maid came to report: "Pei Yuannu and Chang Fengyi can get along well."

Huan Yue nodded: "It's fate."

Zhu thought to herself, "What kind of fate is this? None of them are content. Even locked up in the Eastern Palace, they still can't settle down."

Zhu said casually, "I've heard that people outside say you're heartless towards Qian."

Huan Yue didn't understand: "What's the point of releasing Qian Shi?"

Never mind her, there are so many important things to do.

Anxiang Courtyard.

Luo Yaohui is still alive!

Caiwei thought she was just lucky; some people are just that lucky. However, Caiwei had to serve both Pei Yuannu and Chang Fengyi, so she couldn't spare the time.

Inside the house, Caiwei put down the hot water and prepared to leave.

Pei Yuannu quickly pulled her away.

Caiwei almost splashed the hot water on her. Because Pei Yuannu had done that before, luckily it was a very cold day.

Pei Yuannu had a miscarriage and is now very thin, with a strong odor, but he is still quite strong.

Caiwei wasn't unable to shake him off; she was stronger than Pei Yuannu, but she simply couldn't.

Pei Yuannu was very polite to her: "Sit down."

Caiwei didn't sit; once she gained her freedom, she withdrew. The Pei family really doesn't have a single good person.

Pei Yuannu frowned, then put on a pitiful look: "You volunteered to serve Consort Chang?"

Caiwei honestly replied, "The Crown Prince's Palace has only one master."

Who does Chang Fengyi think she is? Pei Yuannu is even less so; she's just a dead person.

The room was relatively warm, having warmed up in the last few days; but not too warm, so Pei Yuannu wasn't wearing many clothes, yet he was still wearing a thick coat, making him look a bit strange.

Pei Yuannu tried to make himself look better: "Didn't you think about that yourself?"

Caiwei said, "Everyone is equal, whether they are masters or servants."

A master can become a slave, and a slave can become a master, especially when being flogged, the sound is just as loud.

Caiwei hasn't experienced it yet, so she should have a sense of superiority.

Pei Yuannu refused to give up: "How can a servant be the same as his master?"

Caiwei said, "If Her Majesty says it's possible, then it definitely is."

Pei Yuannu was furious: "She doesn't even care about her mother."

Caiwei went to work.

It was fine when she was serving just one person, but when there were more people, it became chaotic and made her very uncomfortable.

Being a servant is nothing to her; she just wants to do her job well so that the Empress will appreciate her.

A palace attendant rushed in and ran into the Qing'e Palace to report to the Empress.

Consort Zhu was just about to leave; let's see what important matter is at hand.

The eunuch reported: "Gao Jing led his troops to surround the Chu rebels. The Chu rebels claimed that they were sent by God. Gao Jing bound them and will soon escort them to the capital."

Zhu was dumbfounded.

The palace maid whispered, "At least God is a bit better than Jade Dust True Lord; he didn't ascend to heaven on the spot."

Zhu nodded, it seemed so.

As long as he's alive, whether the sage spares his life or not is another matter.

Comparatively speaking, the You family is not so easy to deal with.

But those who cause trouble will not have a good end.

Huan Yue wondered, did God forget to give him the golden finger when He sent him? Or did He think it was unnecessary?

Huan Yue was fortunate to have divine power, otherwise he would have had a hard time getting by.

Leading troops into battle is no joke. You may have studied the "53" exam and played games, but you'll still be clueless on the battlefield.

Since even the one sent by God was bound, it means the saint is the true dragon! The others are all worms.

Therefore, Huan Yue could foresee that the Winter Solstice activities would be larger and more tiring.

Zhu could also imagine it, and seeing Qing'e's appearance made her laugh.

Now that there is no heir, the Crown Princess is the legitimate successor. If she doesn't take the throne, who will?

When Xie Zhou returned, he saw that his wife was looking sullen.

Huan Yue looked at the renovated east wing, but it wasn't finished yet.

Xie Zhou asked if there was anywhere for his wife to eat. Should they go to the Guangtian Palace?

It's huge ahead. Xie Zhou carried his wife and walked away. Besides the Guangtian Palace, there were other places around it.

Huan Yue expressed no interest, saying that managing the Qing'e Palace alone was tiring enough.

Xie Zhou kissed her.

Huan Yue didn't want to give a perfunctory answer.

The Guangtian Hall was tidied up much like the Chengen Hall, except that the east side was given to the Crown Prince and the west side was given to the Crown Princess.

Huan Yue was quite satisfied. There had to be a place for her.

This sleeping quarters are spacious, and all the items placed there belong to the crown prince.

Xie Zhou held his wife in his arms.

Huan Yue looked at him.

Xie Zhou was exhausted after a while, and now that the Chu bandits had been captured, he could finally rest. So he ate first, and then went to sleep with his wife.

Huan Yue thought about it and decided that she liked sleeping there, and he didn't need to worry about the chaos outside. That was the plan.

Even though things don't seem chaotic most of the time, they're not exactly perfect. In any case, ordinary people are having a tough time.

In the side hall, the meal was laid out.

Di Shan, Wen Yuan, and several others came over.

Xin Qiu frowned, not quite pleased with the woman's appearance, but didn't say anything more.

Di Shan smiled mischievously because he couldn't beat the Empress.

Xin Qiu was helpless. He knew martial arts, but the Empress seemed very delicate. If he looked at her any longer, His Highness would get angry.

Di Shan told the Empress, "Gao Jing captured the Chu traitor, and Yang Ning, who confronted the Chu traitor in the army, is Lei Zihou's student."

Huan Yue blinked.

Di Shan laughed and said, "Yang Ning is over thirty years old and has not yet passed the imperial examination. He respects Lei Zihou very much. This time, he's just taking a gamble."

Huan Yue thought to himself, "A bicycle can become a motorcycle. No matter how small the contribution, it should be rewarded."

Wen Yuan was more serious: "Yang Ning was also suppressed by the Lei family, who were all successful candidates in the imperial examinations."

Huan Yue said, "Actually, you don't necessarily have to study for the imperial examinations. If you have talent, you can do anything."

Wen Yuan nodded: "He has developed other skills. Many people who fail the imperial examinations repeatedly will find ways to make a living."

Xin Qiu disagreed: "We should still govern the country with Confucianism."

Huan Yue said, “Governing the country with Confucianism does not conflict with anything else. It’s like staple food and side dishes. The poor eat staple food but have no side dishes. The better the conditions, the more particular they are about. The same applies to the development of the times. Confucianism must also develop. If it is slow to develop, it will fall behind. In times of chaos, if you fall, you will be trampled to death. When a flood comes, you may be swept away.”

Xin Qiu held a steamed bun in his hand, lost in thought.

Huan Yue added, "A diverse diet is important. Eating the same thing all the time can be bad for your health. This kind of research is meaningful. As for the division of labor, it's most effective to have people wash vegetables, chop vegetables, and cook, and to have people who need to cook."

Xin Qiu asked, "Where did Your Majesty see that?"

Huan Yue pointed to his head.

Xin Qiu didn't understand.

Xie Zhou served his wife mutton while explaining to Xin Qiu, "Qing'e bumped her head."

Wen Yuan rolled his eyes politely.

Xin Qiu rolled his eyes slowly, but he still believed that "the country should be governed by Confucianism."

Huan Yue gave him an example: "Some people want their tofu pudding sweet, and some people want it savory. It's impossible to win an argument."

Xie Zhou said, "Confucianism should develop in a way that meets new needs, rather than forcing itself to fit the mold."