"I'm afraid that after the Seventh Princess's 100-day celebration, Her Majesty the Empress will be busy again."
The Empress pursed her lips and remained silent, glancing subtly at Emperor Yuanwu.
The meaning behind Consort Liang's words was quite clear.
Now that the Empress has lifted her confinement.
Therefore, the management of the harem should naturally be returned to the Empress.
After all, the Empress is the head of the palace.
Emperor Yuanwu was holding a rattle drum, teasing Mu Qianqian in his arms, seemingly oblivious to what the concubines were saying.
"Whether it's busy or not depends on His Majesty." The Empress said meaningfully, "I'm just destined to worry. I'm so bored in Yikun Palace every day. I've copied several volumes of Buddhist scriptures. I just happened to bring one with me, so I'll give it to the Seventh Princess as a gift for her 100-day celebration."
"On behalf of the Seventh Princess, Consort Shu thanks Her Majesty the Empress." Consort Shu accepted the gift with both hands.
Mu Qianqian peeked out, looking thoughtfully at the Buddhist scripture.
In the previous book, she had already been sent out of the palace by this time, so there would naturally be no hundred-day celebration.
But this Buddhist scripture...
Has she forgotten something?
“Your Majesty, the time has come. We may begin.” Wu Jixiang walked to Emperor Yuanwu’s side and reminded him.
"Hmm!" Emperor Yuanwu carried Mu Qianqian and walked to the side of the bronze bell.
He held Mu Qianqian's small hand and struck the bronze bell with the bell hammer.
With a loud "bang".
Singers and dancers gathered in the middle of the banquet, creating a lively and festive atmosphere that brought the entire event to a climax.
The eunuchs brought up dishes one after another.
This is...this is way too ceremonial.
So many delicacies from land and sea, they're making my mouth water!
[Father, oh Father!]
[Is this my 100-day celebration?]
I only ate at my own table.
Mu Qianqian stared at the plate of braised pork knuckle in the middle of the table, her eyes shining.
Suddenly, even the rattle in my hand didn't seem so appealing anymore.
Pork knuckle!
I want to eat that braised pork knuckle!
As Emperor Yuanwu listened to his daughter's heartfelt words, his gaze fell upon the plate of braised pork knuckle in the center of the table.
"Yes, yes, Dad, it's the one I'm looking at. Bring it to me quickly, I want to chew on it."
[Daddy, please? Can I? Daddy, you're the best!]
Emperor Yuanwu:...
He cleared his throat, picked up a piece of braised pork knuckle, and placed it in his bowl: "Qianqian, would you like some?"
Mu Qianqian stretched out her legs and flared her arms, nodding anxiously: 【I really want to! I want to so badly!】
She stared at the pork knuckle.
My mouth watered uncontrollably.
“But our Qianqian is too young, she doesn’t have any teeth yet.” Emperor Yuanwu said, picking up a piece of meat from a pork knuckle and placing it under Mu Qianqian’s nose: “Let our Qianqian smell it first. When she grows up, Daddy will have someone make pork knuckle for you every day, okay?”
Mu Qianqian: ...
Look at what they're saying!
It's true what they say, birds of a feather flock together.
[You, a dignified emperor, how can you treat me like my mother, only allowing me to smell the food?]
[That's too much!]
This is absolutely outrageous!
[Fine, don't let her eat it!]
[They even let her smell it?]
Did you really treat her like a three-year-old child?
Emperor Yuanwu secretly grumbled in his heart.
She has a three-year-old child there.
She was just a three-month-old baby.
Mu Qianqian has lived for thousands of years, and nothing is more shameful than this.
As she salivated over the fragrant pork knuckle, her mouth watered uncontrollably.
But as she smelled it, her brow furrowed deeply.
A scream suddenly rang out from the banquet: "Ah..."
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