Her husband was personally raised by the retired Emperor and Empress Dowager. The late Emperor could see him occasionally, but it was difficult for the late Empress to see him even once, depending on the mood of the retired Emperor and Empress Dowager. If His Majesty hadn't been so intelligent from a young age, the late Empress might not have had any chance to see her son at all.

"It doesn't matter that my son isn't here," Zhu Yunying casually asked, "Where is the princess?"

Xu Miaoqing immediately replied, "She was crying and fussing, so the wet nurse took her out."

“We’ll take her with us.” Zhu Yunying chuckled, quite proudly saying, “She likes us the most, and she’s most obedient when we’re with her.”

Lian Qiongqiong, who was embroidering the brocade quilt, felt proud. Although she had not given birth to a son for His Majesty, the princess she had given birth to was absolutely showered with love and affection. At least His Majesty the Emperor doted on his daughter.

The chubby Zhu Ruyi was brought back by her wet nurse. The little girl was immediately happy to see her father and bounced around restlessly in her wet nurse's arms.

Taking Zhu Ruyi in his arms and holding the chubby, sweet-smelling little girl, Zhu Yunying smiled happily, "You missed your father, didn't you?!"

Xu Miaoqing felt a little jealous, realizing she needed to work harder to give His Majesty another child. Whether it was a son or a daughter, it was definitely necessary to have more offspring.

As for Lady Wang and Lady Liu, they were both envious and anxious. In the harem, a mother's status largely depended on her son; without a child, she lacked confidence in her words. Of course, even if she gave birth to a child, it depended on whether she could gain the Emperor's favor.

Lying on the tatami mat, Zhu Yunying paid no attention to any of that and placed Zhu Ruyi on his chest. Zhu Ruyi, sitting on Zhu Yunying's chest, was truly considerate. The little girl happily waved her little hands, then slowly bent down and hugged Zhu Yunying's head with her short little arms.

"Look! Look!" Zhu Yunying beamed with joy, saying with immense pride, "We knew Ruyi was so considerate of us! It's a good thing that our son doesn't upset us!"

Zhu Yue, who came to the palace to embroider the brocade quilt with her, joked, "Brother, I know your daughter is thoughtful, so there's no need to say more. But my eldest nephew is very filial; he even saved you a pastry."

"Him?" Zhu Yunying scoffed. He knew his son's character well. "He probably couldn't eat anymore, so he remembered us. He always saves the good stuff for his mother or his great-grandfather. It would be strange if he remembered us! Come to think of it, we've spent a lot of time with him, but he's never really close to us!"

Xu Miaoqing remained silent, but a slight worry lingered in her heart.

Zhu Yue glanced at her sister-in-law, looking somewhat indignant, "Brother, you are the Emperor! If the officials outside the capital heard what you said today, they would probably think twice!"

Zhu Yunying also realized that he didn't know if the officials outside the capital would overthink things, but some of his wives and concubines might. They might think things like the Crown Prince was not favored and that his position might not be so secure.

"Why overthink it?" Zhu Yunying said calmly with a smile, "Who can overthink it? Our Crown Prince will definitely become emperor in the future, and our Crown Prince will definitely inherit the throne!"

Yes, Zhu Yunying is now the emperor, an emperor whose words carry the weight of the throne and are considered golden by many. A casual remark from him might spark countless speculations, and an unintentional word from him could change the fate of many.

Zhu Yunying was actually well aware of these things. Even if he were still the Crown Prince, let alone now that he was the Emperor, a single word from him could decide the fate of many people.

You should be more careful with your words in the future, even if it seems like you're at home. After all, he's the emperor, and the throne is at stake. Many people would lose their minds and become incredibly crazy for that position.

Xu Miaoqing glanced at Zhu Yue with gratitude. There were some things she couldn't say or remind her of. Some things His Majesty might consider trivial or insignificant, but Xu Miaoqing felt they were not trivial at all, and they made her uneasy.

As for the other concubines, they should just obediently continue embroidering their brocade quilts and not have any improper thoughts. His Majesty's idea is correct, and the Crown Prince's position is secure.

Let's focus on the more practical thing: bearing His Majesty an heir. That's the most important thing. Anything else is unthinkable, and I dare not even consider it!