Emperor Chongjin pressed the excited little girl in his arms with a heavy heart, but just as he was about to explain, he suddenly realized that he really didn't know how to explain it to a three-year-old.
This is clearly not the same thing! But how do you explain this common sense? It's like asking why the sun rises in the east...
Emperor Chongjin was even more confused after figuring it out. He looked down and saw a pair of bright, dark eyes. The little baby was staring at him with a happy expression.
"Imperial concubines and babies are different. Just like adults need to eat on time every day, babies also need to eat on time every day, but adults are still adults, not babies."
Looking at the troubled Emperor Chongjin, Mu Wanji's empty and lifeless eyes suddenly lit up. She quickly wiped away her tears and tried to speak in a soft voice.
Emperor Chongjin glanced coldly at Mu Wanji, his expression still displeased, showing that his anger towards her had not subsided.
But when he looked at the little girl in his arms with her mouth pouting in grievance, he clearly understood what Mu Wanji had said.
Emperor Chongjin coldly withdrew his gaze, but the hand holding the little baby moved slightly, signaling Mu Wanji to continue speaking where the baby couldn't see.
Mu Wanji was delighted and quickly continued gently, "Only when it comes to eating, it's the same as a baby. And the only difference between a concubine and a baby is when it comes to making mistakes."
The little baby understood, and his little mouth pouted even more.
Upon seeing this, Emperor Chongjin quickly returned to the previous question to divert her attention, "Actually, confining a concubine to a humble room is not entirely the same as locking a baby in a dark room. Locking a baby in a dark room is a lesson, while confining her to a humble room is a punishment."
"What's the difference?" The little boy's attention was immediately diverted, and he snuggled into Emperor Chongjin's arms to ask, "Aren't punishment and lessons both meant to make people realize their mistakes and correct them?"
Emperor Chongjin was slightly taken aback.
The little dumpling was still imitating her father, speaking in a funny, low, childish voice.
"Punishment aimed at correcting mistakes perpetuates goodwill, while punishment aimed at venting only breeds and spreads hatred. Therefore, no matter how angry you are, you should not sow evil in the world for your own selfish reasons."
In fact, the little girl didn't understand the deeper meaning; she was just reciting from the book. After imitating her father's tone, she giggled.
Emperor Chongjin, upon hearing these words, fell into deep thought.
Mu Wanji was also overjoyed. At this moment, the little boy's words were like a timely help, giving her hope when she was in despair.
“Niannian is right. The purpose of punishment is to correct mistakes, not to vent them. I am the ruler of the world, and I should promote good deeds among all people, not be the first to sow evil.” Emperor Chongjin looked at the happy little baby in his arms and felt a lot of emotions.
He looked at Mu Wanji, seeing her surviving appearance, her face streaked with tears, looking at the little boy with gratitude, her eyes filled with lingering fear, her previous hostility long gone, and she had already repented.
Such a peaceful gaze is much more pleasing to the eye than that terrified and ferocious look just now.
"Very well, then confine yourself to this humble room for a month to properly repent. After a month, I will bestow upon you the title of Fifth-Rank Lady. I hope you will live up to this rank," Emperor Chongjin said in a deep voice.
Although the rank of a fifth-grade lady is worlds apart from that of the previous third-grade Lady Wanji, it is still far better than being a deposed concubine in the cold palace who could never rise again.
Mu Shuren's tears flowed freely, but her smile was much brighter and more genuine than when she was Wanji.
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