He tried several times, but still didn't kiss her.

Their breaths mingled, and the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

Nan Yu didn't kiss him, and Song Ying's breathing became heavy. Anyone would be unable to resist such teasing. She pressed the back of the little emperor's head, pressed close, and opened her mouth to suck and bite, her movements practiced.

"hiss……"

Just as she gasped for breath after her lips were bitten, a tongue slipped inside. Nan Yu had been through several kisses before, and her kissing skills, if not better than Song Ying's, were certainly superior.

But the other person doesn't give me a breathless kiss.

It made him dizzy.

I gradually wanted to push it away.

Song Ying remained motionless, pinning him down on the couch and continuing to kiss him.

This was also the first time Song Ying had ever kissed him.

He suddenly wanted to verify whether Bai Yuci had really changed.

He kissed her on the lips and then started nibbling at her neck. Dengxin gasped for breath, her voice hoarse and weak, "Get up..."

Song Ying snapped out of her daze, looked at the disheveled young emperor, and felt a pang of annoyance. She straightened his clothes, then knelt down again, her voice hoarse yet exceptionally pleasant:

"I could not help myself, and I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness."

Nan Yu gripped her collar, extremely annoyed, but couldn't bring herself to get angry at that face. She said in a commanding tone, "Take it off!"

Song Ying looked up and understood.

Kneel down to take off your clothes.

With only her undergarments remaining, Song Ying stopped moving. Nan Yu said, "Keep taking them off."

He took off his shirt and was about to take off his pants, but Dengxin wanted to scare him, so she covered his eyes and waved her hands, saying, "Alright, alright."

Song Ying refused to take her clothes off.

Nan Yu quietly opened her fingers a crack.

Unlike the martial arts champion, Song Ying was not muscular. He was slender with thin, fair skin, which was what Deng Xin liked and wanted to touch.

But the memorial wasn't approved yesterday, and if it's not approved today, it'll be postponed until tomorrow. The thought of it is heartbreaking. He could only suppress his lust and say to Song Ying:

"You go to sleep first, I'm going to take care of official business."

Song Ying gave Nan Yu no chance to test him, and said, "Your Majesty, I will grind the ink for you."

That works too.

hey-hey.

While Song Ying was grinding ink at his desk, Nan Yu was intently reading the memorials. In the candlelight, the young emperor's face was softened, showing no trace of his usual demeanor.

Their behavior, including their actions in the past few days, has indeed changed.

It is said that people are most attractive when they are focused on doing something.

Song Ying was momentarily stunned, quietly watching the young emperor intently reviewing the memorials.

The only sounds inside the sleeping quarters were the turning of pages and the rustling of pens being used for review.

At midnight, Nan Yu yawned, still holding a pen in his hand. His voice was slightly hoarse from exhaustion as he asked Song Ying, "Are you almost done approving them?"

Song Ying stacked the memorials he had finished reviewing to one side. There were still two stacks on the desk. He pushed them slightly in front of the young emperor and replied softly, "Your Majesty, there are still some that have not been reviewed."

Nan Yu stared wide-eyed.

He worked for several hours, only to be told that he wasn't even halfway there?

It feels like you're putting in effort but there's no progress bar.

I don't want to do this anymore!

She slammed the pen down on the pen holder, her face puffed up with anger, her chest heaving. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she couldn't help but complain:

"Aren't they annoying? They have to report even if they have diarrhea from eating! Go get me a stamp tomorrow, just stamp it directly!"

Seeing his pitiful state, Song Ying couldn't bear it and said, "Your Majesty may ignore him."

"Can we just ignore them all?"

His eyes were red at the corners, just like a child complaining to his parents, which made Song Ying's eyes darken. He was not Emperor Chao Yu!

This time it's not a question.

That means it's confirmed.

According to what he knew, the previous emperor was indeed diligent in his duties. The current emperor, however, was visibly lazy. He could be quiet for a short while when reviewing memorials, but he would become impatient after a while, just like a young child finishing his homework.

"You are the emperor, whatever you do is right."

"Won't they talk about me behind my back?"

The lamp wick deflated at the thought, its back hunched, and the whole person seemed listless.

Song Ying comforted him with the same words, and seeing that the ink was almost gone, she picked up the inkstone again, slowly turned it around, and said, "You are the emperor, they dare not."

Nan Yu stared at Song Ying as if she were a savior. Her wet eyes were like those of a puppy trying to please its owner—clear, beautiful, and captivating. Song Ying's heart skipped a beat.

He actually hoped that Emperor Chaoyu had a new soul.

The possibility of memory confusion cannot be ruled out.

"Could you help me with some approvals?"

This time, Song Ying did not kneel, but he still said, "The inner palace must not interfere in politics, and I cannot."

"That's because concubines can't interfere in politics. Lord Zhou is still an official in the court. Do you want to become an official?"

As they chatted, Dengxin lost interest in reading the memorials. He leaned unceremoniously against the desk, propped his head up with one arm, and asked Song Ying a question out of curiosity.

Song Ying's eyes flickered, and she said, "It is entirely up to Your Majesty to decide."

If the emperor were to grant him an official position, he would surely recruit all the officials to serve him. If the emperor were to revert to his former ways, he would definitely rebel against him!

The Three Dukes and Nine Ministers, the Secretariat and the Chancellery, the Ministers of Personnel, Revenue, Rites, War, Justice, and Public Works...

I thought about it over and over again. All these positions are already filled. I can't just fire someone without a reason just to fill a vacancy, can I?

Deng Xin scratched his forehead. "The Vice Minister of Rites?"

After saying that, he shook his head. No, no, the person had returned to his hometown to recuperate for several days while ill, and it was with his approval. It wouldn't be right to take away his official position as soon as he came back.

After thinking it over and over, I still couldn't find a suitable one.

I want to slap myself, I know I shouldn't have said it.

"Why don't you go to the Hanlin Academy with Lin Shijun to edit books? That way you can keep each other company."

Song Ying nodded.

If given the chance, he will certainly seize it.

Nan Yu immediately instructed Wei Yuanhua to do so.

Later, listening to Song Ying's words, he ignored the unimportant matters and approved the important ones. The south was flooded, and people were displaced. The local county magistrate requested the imperial court to allocate funds for disaster relief. Deng Xin asked Song Ying:

"How much do you think is appropriate to approve?"

Song Ying: "I do not know."

"Tell me, I won't do anything to you."

Song Ying: "The amount allocated is not important; the most important thing is to prevent lower-level officials from embezzling funds."

Throughout history, whenever a disaster strikes, unless a person is upright and dedicated to serving the people, they will inevitably develop some greed. Minor greed can be overlooked, but the real danger lies in the fact that disaster relief funds allocated may not reach the people.

Even with a strict monitoring system, some people still take the risk, so we must be vigilant.

"I'm entrusting this matter to you. Can you provide me with a perfect solution?"

After thinking for a moment, Song Ying walked to the desk, cupped his hands and said, "Your subject will do his best."

He can't say everything he wants.

But if this task is done well and the emperor is pleased with it, it will be several times better than working in the Hanlin Academy to compile books.

Nan Yu nodded, reviewed the memorial, and it was already one in the morning. He yawned, and Song Ying helped him to sleep. The night passed peacefully.

After sleeping for an hour and a half, the eunuchs started waking me up again.

Song Ying lay beside him and could clearly sense the young emperor's emotional change. He had stayed up too late last night and didn't want to get up.

She hugged him, snuggled into his arms, and pulled the blanket over her head tightly, looking like a child.

Song Ying was no longer as anxious as yesterday. He rubbed his forehead, lifted the curtain, and asked the eunuch to bring the emperor's clothes. He helped Deng Xin put on his clothes and then carried him to wash up.

While the palace maids were combing her hair, Song Yingdu held Nan Yu's face in his hands.

The lamp wick was still squinting.