When the news of Xiahou Chongyuan's hemiplegia spread, some people were extremely worried, and naturally some people were so happy that they wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

Chonghua Palace.

Xiahou Chun, who was furious a few days ago because his subordinates did not bring back Chen Jing, was in a gloomy mood today. His laughter startled the cat on his lap and it jumped to the door.

The door was suddenly pushed open, Zhao Wanqiu walked in, bent down to pick up the cat at the door, and walked straight to him.

"What makes your Highness so happy?" She lowered her head to tease the cat, and the corners of her mouth could not help but rise.

Xiahou Chun raised his eyebrows, unable to hide the smile in his eyes, "Don't you already know?"

Zhao Wanqiu immediately covered her mouth and laughed, and then said: "Now that he is seriously injured, he will definitely not be in the mood to manage the affairs of the court for a long time. Now is the time for the third prince to shine."

Xiahou Chun smiled contemptuously and said, "Don't worry."

"Um?"

"Wanwan, I think you are at least smarter than most women."

Zhao Wanqiu paused, and then understood what he meant.

“I am the one who is anxious, but Your Highness is the one who is thoughtful.

At this time, Xiahou Chongyuan had just gotten into trouble. In order to clear himself of suspicion, Xiahou Chun should have been more restrained.

Zhao Wanqiu lowered her eyes and gently stroked the cat's smooth fur, then said, "So what are your plans next, Your Highness?"

Xiahou Chun said: "Next, we should honestly prepare for our wedding."

Xiahou Chongyuan ended up like this because of an assassination attempt. It was not the time for him to stand out. He might as well continue to look like a coward and concentrate on preparing for his wedding which was to take place in more than two months.

Speaking of their marriage, Zhao Wanqiu blushed instantly.

Seeing this, Xiahou Chun suddenly reached out and put his arms around her waist, exerting a little force with his arms, and brought her into his arms.

He put his arm around her and gently held her hand with the other.

Xiahou Chun whispered in her ear: "Wanwan, when I become the emperor in the future, you will be the queen."

"Your Highness." Zhao Wanqiu leaned on his chest with a happy smile on her face.

…

In early February, the weather in Shangjing City finally began to warm up.

The sun was shining brightly today. Song Qingxue stretched lazily under the eaves and then returned to her room.

She was in a good mood and said to Xiahou Chongyuan: "The sun is out today. After lunch, we will go to the yard to bask in the sun."

"Okay." Xiahou Chongyuan looked up from the pile of memorials and responded.

Song Qingxue looked at him and couldn't help but sigh: "What's wrong with Xiahou Le? You haven't even recovered yet, but he still has the nerve to send a memorial to the palace."

Originally, she just thought that Xiahou Chongyuan was naturally stubborn, but she didn't expect that a large part of the reason why he was so stubborn was because Xiahou Le was too lazy!

It would have been fine if he was a little lazy in the past, but now that Xiahou Chongyuan is half paralyzed, he still doesn't know how to share the burden with others.

This hands-off boss might as well just give the throne to Xiahou Chongyuan!

Xiahou Chongyuan was amused, but his tone was still indifferent: "He still has a lot to understand, he will be fine in two years."

"He's already sixteen, it's time for him to be able to stand on his own!"

When she first read novels, the emperors in those books were able to inherit the throne at the age of five or six, and could suppress the entire court at the age of fifteen or sixteen. They were very powerful!

Although Xia Houle is not the protagonist, he is at least one of the main supporting characters in this type of novel! How could he be so lame? !

You're already sixteen years old! Let alone suppressing all the officials in the court, at least you can read your own memorials!

After complaining about the sixteen-year-old little emperor who was still working and unable to take care of himself, Song Qingxue felt that it was not enough and stared at Xiahou Chongyuan with a pout.

She stared for a long time without saying anything.

But I have a lot of thoughts in my mind.

If she hadn't known from the beginning that Xiahou Chongyuan was really only interested in conquering the world for Xiahou Le, just by looking at Xiahou Chongyuan's attitude of working so hard to govern the country, she would have thought that he was trying to seize power and usurp the throne.

Unfortunately, she knew that Xiahou Chongyuan was simply a high-ranking social animal who voluntarily worked overtime. In his mind, he worked overtime and overtime. To put it nicely, he was working for the welfare of the country and the people, but to put it bluntly, he didn't enjoy life at all!

Although a minister needs to help his emperor solve his problems, judging from the current situation of this uncle and nephew, Xiahou Le has completely thrown all the worries and difficulties to his uncle, and he still refuses to let him rest even when he is half paralyzed.

No, no!

This absolutely cannot go on!

She had to find a way to make the little emperor learn to do things on his own.

He is already a teenager, but he is still like a baby. Not only can he not solve any problems, but he is also a bully at home.

Although he withdrew the people he sent to the palace after Xiahou Chongyuan got into trouble, she still felt annoyed!

She felt that after seeing this, she could no longer believe in the royal family's kinship.

The little emperor was nurtured by Xiahou Chongyuan himself. It is no exaggeration to say that he was raised by Xiahou Chongyuan himself.

The relationship between the two is very good, much better than those plastic family ties that only have blood ties but no feelings. But in the end, the little emperor still doubted Xiahou Chongyuan because of the rumors that appeared out of thin air outside.

If the royal family talked about love, it would be the biggest joke in the world!

She just didn't understand why Xiahou Chongyuan worked so hard for him.

Because the little emperor is young and because he doesn't take a bath, he is thick-skinned?

Xiahou Chongyuan lowered his head, seemingly reading the memorial carefully, but in fact he was listening to her mumbling.

He curled his lips in amusement, but quickly suppressed the smile, "Princess, you are absolutely right."

Xia Houle has indeed lived too comfortably over the years.

After lunch, Song Qingxue asked the maid in the yard to put two lounge chairs in the yard, and then took Xiahou Chongyuan to the yard to bask in the sun.

Since Xiahou Chongyuan was injured, he has been living in Chunhui Garden, and Mo Weixin often goes to Chunhui Garden because of him.

Today, the two of them had just sat down and the tea wasn't even ready yet when Mo Weixin came running over.

"Chongyuan, I went to the kitchen to make bone soup for you today. Come and taste it to see if it's salty enough."

When Mo Weixin arrived, she ignored Song Qingxue and took out the soup from the food box and handed it to Xiahou Chongyuan.

Xiahou Chongyuan took it, but put it down after just one bite. "The princess is thoughtful."

"Ah..." Mo Weixin frowned as she watched him put the bowl down, but she didn't say anything. She just sighed and said, "Chongyuan, I heard that the emperor asked the imperial physician to check your legs yesterday. What did the imperial physician say?"

It has been a month and Xiahou Chongyuan still has no feeling in his legs. She is really worried that he will remain paralyzed for the rest of his life.

If he continues to be like this, then what's the point of her marrying him?

I don’t know what Zhao Wanqiu will do. She clearly promised that day that she would just send people to delay Xiahou Chongyuan. How come he was paralyzed on one side of his body when he came back?

Mo Weixin thought about it and couldn't help but clench her handkerchief. She had to find time to settle the score with Zhao Wanqiu!

She even risked her life to tell that woman the exact location of the palace dungeon!

Song Qingxue looked at her sudden change of expression, and suddenly an idea came to her mind. She lowered her head and pretended to be sad: "The imperial physician said that the prince's leg cannot be cured, and he will have to rely on others to take care of him for the rest of his life. Oh, what can I do!"