Chapter 109 My Father Is Not a Bad Old Man
Oh no, what a bad old man?
For all these years, no one has dared to scold His Majesty like this. All the concubines, princesses, and princes were shocked and gave Xiaojiu a thumbs up in their hearts, secretly thinking that Xiaojiu was too fierce.
At the same time they were shocked, they all thought the little girl's fierce look was very funny. Although they did not dare to laugh out loud in front of everyone, barely audible laughter came one after another. After laughing, some covered their lips or lowered their heads, fearing that they would be discovered by Emperor Wen Zhao and anger him.
Xiaojiu, this little rascal, actually dared to scold him like that. Listening to the little baby's childish and irritable words, Emperor Wen Zhao's big hand holding the wine cup trembled, his old face was embarrassed, he felt guilty and a little ridiculous.
Emperor Wen Zhao put down the wine cup, reached out to pick up the little baby with a bulging belly, and stroked the little tuft of hair on her head soothingly.
But Ji Jinyou was angry and didn't fall for his tricks. She shook her head and refused to let him touch her.
When Concubine Ru saw Youyou suddenly running in front of Emperor Wen Zhao and throwing a tantrum in public, her heart skipped a beat and she immediately sat up straight, hesitating whether to go forward and apologize and then take Youyou back.
Just as she was struggling, the empress gave her a look, indicating that she need not worry. Concubine Ru had no choice but to sit back nervously, but she was puzzled in her heart. Youyou had always been sensible and well-behaved, so what happened to her today?
The four members of Guang'an Marquis' family who were standing nearby saw this scene and were secretly amazed at how much His Majesty doted on the Ninth Princess.
Seeing the little girl shaking her hairy little head and refusing to let him touch it, Emperor Wen Zhao knew that Xiaojiu was really angry.
Being stared at by those dark, pure eyes, he did not dare to delay any longer and spoke in a loud voice: "My dear, the King of Jibei will return to the capital next month to report on his duties. I remember that he is already 23 years old. He has been stationed at the border for so many years, working hard for the people and the country of Dasheng, and even delayed his own lifelong event."
"I think the King of Jibei and your daughter are a perfect match, so I will make a decision today and arrange a marriage for them. What do you think?"
Emperor Wen Zhao finished this long sentence in one breath, and all the concubines, princes, and princesses breathed a sigh of relief. This way, the King of Jibei would not have to rebel, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Guang'an would not have to be forced to poison, and your majesty would be able to live a few more years.
Ji Jinyou was stunned when he heard this, and quickly confirmed with the system in his mind: [Everyone, why is my father's attitude towards this matter different from what was said in the original plot? ]
The system was afraid that it had read it wrong, so it quickly flipped through the pages again and said with certainty: [That’s right, that’s what the original plot said.]
Although Ji Jinyou was confused, when he thought about the plot that had gone a long way off track, he expressed his understanding. The original plot was dead, but the people living in this world were alive, so it was normal for their ideas to change.
When Ji Jinyou thought that he had wronged Emperor Wen Zhao and had just cursed him in his heart as an old man, he felt guilty. He stretched out his two small round hands to hold Emperor Wen Zhao's neck, hugged him, and patted his back.
Feeling the closeness of the little baby, Emperor Wen Zhao was in a very good mood. He laughed and looked at the four members of the Guang'an Marquis' Mansion who were stunned for a moment, and deliberately teased: "Why, my dear minister, are you dissatisfied with this marriage?"
The Guang'an Marquis and his wife looked at each other, then looked at their daughter, whose face was already blushing but full of joy, and knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Lord, for your grace."
With this thank you, even if the imperial decree was accepted, the arranged marriage was completed. In the original plot, the series of crises caused by Emperor Wen Zhao forcibly marrying the eldest daughter of the Guang'an Marquis's Mansion were completely resolved.
[Everyone, my father is not a bad old man, my father is a good emperor. ]
Ji Jinyou smiled with her little teeth showing, and was very satisfied with Emperor Wen Zhao's performance. She stretched out her little hand to the table, grabbed a piece of snack and fed it to Emperor Wen Zhao's mouth: "Father, have some cakes."
The recognition from the little bastard made Emperor Wen Zhao very happy. He ate the cake in one gulp, hugged the chubby girl and bounced her around, smiling and praising her: "My little nine is so well behaved."
Everyone laughed except Concubine Ru, who didn't know what was going on and was a little confused. But seeing that the atmosphere was joyful and her fat daughter was laughing so naively, she thought it was just Youyou and His Majesty playing a joke, so she didn't think much about it and couldn't help laughing along.
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In the quiet little courtyard of the imperial palace, Cong'an sent the two palace maids and two eunuchs serving in the courtyard back to rest, saying that his Highness was in a bad mood and needed some quiet time. He did not allow them to walk around at will.
When the courtyard became quiet, a tall figure dressed in palace maid's clothes climbed over the corner of the courtyard wall, landed silently in the courtyard, and exchanged glances with Cong'an who was guarding the courtyard.
Cong An Chao nodded slightly and pointed inside the house. The man then slid along the wall to under the window, dodged and flipped into the window neatly. He knelt down towards Xue Yili who was sitting on the couch in the dim candlelight, and looked quite excited: "Your Highness, I haven't seen you for many years. Are you okay?"
The voice was deep and rough, and the person dressed as a palace maid was actually a man.