Qin Songmo's birthday was originally in winter.
Later, his birthday became his mother's death anniversary, and he no longer wanted to mention that day.
In official circles, it was inevitable to endure the hypocrisy and flattery, so he announced to the public that this day was his birthday.
In fact, it had been several years since his birthday, and even he himself had almost forgotten when his birthday was.
Looking down at his little daughter standing in front of him, complex emotions spread in Qin Songmo's dark pupils.
Li Shengyi felt a little numb on his scalp when he looked at him.
[No way, could he have figured out that I was lying? ]
"But I didn't lie completely. Today is indeed my father's birthday, but it's just a fake birthday."
My father's birthday had long since passed away along with his mother, and was also buried in that handful of snow...
Thinking of this, Li Shengyi raised his hands and hugged the waist of the person in front of him, "Sister Miaomiao took me to the restaurant today, and I brought back a lot of cakes for you."
"Don't worry, I've tasted everything. I didn't waste the ones that didn't taste good. They're all in my stomach."
"Leave all the delicious food for Daddy. Happy birthday, Daddy."
Qin Songmo hadn't heard anyone wish him happiness for a long time.
When he and his mother were still with his father.
Although his mother was not favored, she would always prepare surprises for him on his birthday.
A bowl of Yangchun noodles with two eggs and a portion of pea yolk was the best birthday gift his mother could prepare for him after he and his mother were driven out of the house.
His mother had passed away many years ago, and the voice, appearance and smile that were once deeply engraved in his mind had gradually faded away with time.
Now he looked at his little daughter, who was hugging him and acting like a spoiled child, just to prevent him from checking her homework...
Suddenly, he raised his hand and pushed her away.
"I won't check your homework today. I have something else to do. You can have dinner in the yard."
Qin Songmo left very quickly.
It was as if there was some ferocious beast chasing him from behind.
Li Shengyi stood there and watched Qin Songmo leave in a hurry. His face was tense and he didn't say anything.
Until she heard Lu Xing's voice in her ears.
"Miss, it's getting late and the weather is cold. Let's go back first."
It was indeed very cold in the capital in late autumn. Li Shengyi had only stayed on the path for a while, but his entire face was frozen cold.
Raising her hand and touching her little face, she turned her head to look at Lu Xing, "Send the cakes to my father's study."
"As for longevity noodles, no need for now."
Who would eat longevity noodles on a fake birthday? Isn't this just celebrating your own fake longevity?
Li Shengyi lowered his head and counted on his fingers, calculating in his mind how long it would take until Qin Songmo's real birthday.
And how would she trick him into eating the longevity noodles?
Thinking of Qin Songmo's sensitive and suspicious nature, she raised her cold little hand and gently stroked her aching head, "What a headache."
Lu Xing followed behind her, "Miss, how do you know today is..."
"Young lady has just arrived at the Prime Minister's residence and doesn't know the rules. The Prime Minister never celebrates his birthday."
Li Shengyi knew.
Of course she knew that Qin Songmo didn't celebrate his birthday, and she also knew the reason.
A person has been hiding himself in his inner world for so long. Qin Songmo seems calm and dignified, but he must be in great pain inside.
Taking a deep breath of the cool air, she nodded and led Lu Xing to Shuiyunju.
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In the study of the prime minister's residence.
When Shen Wangchen pushed the door open with a chill on his body, he was startled by the warmth of the silver charcoal burning in the study.
Seeing the pile of cakes in the study, a smile appeared on his face. "I met the young lady on the street today."
"Also, regarding the dispute between the young lady and Liu Jing, my Lord, the young lady has a sharp tongue, but she doesn't follow your lead at all."
Shen Wangchen walked to the table without thinking and casually opened a cake. After seeing that it was filled with pea yellow, he took another cake.
Qin Songmo was painting at his desk.
Hearing this, his men kept moving and said coldly, "Meng Jiuan is stupid, have you also been influenced by him?"
Shen Wangchen was biting a piece of donkey roll and choked when he heard the words.
Yes, Li Shengyi was originally the child Qin Songmo picked up.
They are not biological father and daughter, so how can there be any question of whether they look alike or not?
He smiled and shook his head, swallowing the cake in his mouth. He said with a smile, "You can't say that. Although you two are not related by blood, if you live together for a long time, your personalities will always become closer."
"Just like your intelligence, young lady must have inherited it from you, my Lord."
Qin Songmo no longer responded.
Shen Wangchen was bored and sat down to make some tea to relieve his greasiness. "The young lady seems to like these cakes very much and always brings some for you, the prime minister."
"Miss, don't you know that you dislike sweet things?"
Although he has followed Qin Songmo for so many years, he is too cunning. After so many years, Shen Wangchen still hasn't fully seen through him.
Even so, he knew that Qin Songmo didn't like sweet things.
In the past, a minister sent a singing girl to him. When the singing girl put pastries into Qin Songmo's mouth, she was kicked to the ground by the latter.
In the end, Qin Songmo explained the reason for kicking the singer over by saying that he "didn't like sweet things".
It's true that I don't like people sending singers to me.
Don't like sweets...
Qin Songmo finally raised his head from the rice paper, his eyes fell on the opened pea yellow, and then he looked away.
"How's the situation in the northwest?"
Shen Wangchen took a sip of hot water, exhaled the cold air in his chest, and then said in a deep voice, "The disaster has been brought under control, and the silver and relief supplies have been delivered in time."
"But Zhao Gan and his men are still secretly recruiting troops and waiting for the right moment to force the emperor to abdicate."
Zhao Gan is the second prince's man. He was once the imperial tutor highly valued by the current emperor, and now he is secretly working for the second prince.
Winter is a good time.
Everyone said that the current emperor had been drained of his body by alcohol and sex, and was already exhausted inside. He was afraid that he would not survive this winter.
Everyone is waiting for an opportunity. As long as the current emperor falls, the entire palace will be in chaos.
Qin Songmo put down his wolf-hair brush and looked down at the still-dry painting in front of him. After a moment, he whispered, "Where's Meng Jiuan?"
Having not heard this name for a long time, Shen Wangchen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, "I'm scolding you, Prime Minister."
Meng Jiuan traveled all the way from the capital to Jiangnan to search for evidence without a moment's rest. After finding the evidence, he hurried back to the capital.
"Given his speed, he should be able to return to the capital in less than three days. General Meng's illness has lasted quite a while."
Ever since Meng Jiuan was sent to Jiangnan, Qin Songmo found an excuse for him that he was seriously ill and stayed at home, refusing to see any guests.
He was never seen in the court again.
The Second Prince would naturally be suspicious, but Qin Songmo has always been very careful in his work.
Even if the Second Prince wanted to investigate, he wouldn't be able to find anything.
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