Today, Shangguan Xuan watched closely and found that the prince looked quite good, and the sickness between his eyebrows had dissipated a lot. It seemed that the rumors might be true, and the prince was recovering.
The emperor sat on the dragon throne, his temples were gray and he looked haggard. After Shangguan Xuan and Zhao Qing bowed and greeted him, the emperor said in a hoarse voice: "My dear minister, please stand up. Please take a seat."
The eunuch brought two chairs.
The emperor said amiably, "Princess Pingyang, the composite bow you submitted has already been made by the Ministry of War. It is extremely powerful and ingenious. It is rare for Qing to have a woman like you - I will reward you handsomely."
The emperor was generous.
Zhao Qing was rewarded with four personal maids, one hundred taels of gold, and several pieces of silk.
Zhao Qing was overjoyed and thanked him loudly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment."
Shangguan Xuan beside him was full of pride. Zhao Qing was deeply appreciated by His Majesty. If he continued to present blueprints to His Majesty in the future, the prosperity and wealth of the Zhennan Marquisate would be preserved and the glory of the past would be continued.
With a wife like this, what else could a husband ask for!
The emperor was not feeling well, and after speaking a few words he began to cough again. He waved his hand, asking Shangguan Xuan and Zhao Qing to leave, as well as the Prince of Yan and the Prince of Heng.
The huge Chang'an Palace. Only the crown prince and the emperor were left. The emperor coughed a few times, took the ginseng soup handed to him by the eunuch to moisten his throat, and his cloudy eyes turned, his gaze fell on the thin body of the crown prince.
The emperor asked: "Yuanchang, this ginseng soup tastes good, would you like to try it?"
The prince bowed and said, "Thank you, father. I am getting better day by day and no longer need this soup."
The emperor sighed deeply, his eyes showing sadness and grief. He seemed to be talking to himself: "Born in the royal family, how many people can live to be a hundred years old..."
The prince lowered his head and remained silent.
The father and son had a tacit understanding that they both knew that their time was short and they just wanted to create the most stable transition period for Daqing's government within the limited time.
This is the last wish of the father and son.
...
At the gate of Chang'an Palace.
The eunuchs and palace maids were clearing the snow from last night in front of the courtyard. The cold wind blew and made Shangguan Qian shrink her neck. She was going to the palace to pay homage to the queen today, so Shangguan Qian dressed up exquisitely and wore thin clothes.
"A-choo——"
Shangguan Qian sneezed.
Suddenly, her shoulders felt warm, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted in her face. Shangguan Qian saw the thick red cape embroidered with gold patterns on her shoulders, and when she looked up again, the handsome face of King Heng came into view.
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