Shen Mingrong sighed, but ultimately said nothing more.

The turbulent situation in the imperial court did not disappear; however, with Shen Mingzhuang firmly in charge, no one dared to step forward for the time being.

She took the opportunity to visit Shen Bochun and asked him to wait patiently for a few more days.

Shen Bochun naturally had no choice but to agree. If he handled things well this time, the relationship between Shen Mingzhuang and the Shen family could also improve, which would only bring benefits to the Shen family.

As Jiang Wang recovered day by day, he gradually began to handle some government affairs. Half a month after Shen Mingzhuang began ruling from behind the curtain, the ministers raised questions again. This time, Jiang Wang, sitting in a wheelchair, personally went to the Hall of State Affairs to support his daughter-in-law, and after that, there were no more unusual voices.

Song Yi volunteered to go to the frontier. Jiang Wang hesitated for a moment, but Shen Mingzhuang persuaded him to agree. It would be good to send him off far away.

Jiang Mi stayed in the palace for more than a month. During this time, he felt unprecedented warmth, but he knew that his presence was always an unstable factor.

Now that his elder brother is alive and well, and his nephew is also healthy, Tianzhong doesn't need him. Although his sister-in-law treats him well, there is still a distance between them. Jiang Mi knows that he cannot stay any longer.

“Imperial brother and sister-in-law, I want to… shave my head and become a monk.”

Looking at the teenager in front of him talking about shaving his head and becoming a monk, Shen Mingzhuang felt very complicated.

Jiang Wang, being the ruler of a country, did not have much of a soft heart and nodded in agreement.

This is the best arrangement. Jiang Mi himself is a very dangerous factor. Shaving his head and becoming a monk to stay away from worldly affairs is the only way to achieve both goals.

When Consort Jin learned that her son was going to become a monk, she cried bitterly. But the fact that her son could come back was something she never dared to dream of. Now that he was only becoming a monk and not losing his life, that was enough. As long as he was alive, her heart was at peace.

Under the clear blue sky, Shen Mingzhuang pushed Jiang Wang in his wooden wheelchair as they strolled through the Imperial Garden. In the blink of an eye, it was already the season for osmanthus blossoms, and soon a new batch of scholars would be arriving in the capital, setting the stage for a new chapter.

The flowers in the Imperial Garden were in full bloom. Although they lacked the brightness of spring flowers, they possessed a gentleness that came from time to time. The chrysanthemums were elegant, and the osmanthus was fragrant. Each had its own beauty. Looking at the man with a full head of white hair in front of him, Shen Mingzhuang was momentarily lost in thought, feeling as if he had reached the age of old age and was about to grow old with his beloved.