I wish you a son, that you would like me.
Upon receiving the wonderful news, Xiao Yu politely saw the two imperial physicians off. Before leaving, the physicians witnessed the remarkable sight of Xiao Yu calmly drinking all the medicine.
"Feng Shun, bring Ji Lian over here," Xiao Yu said.
Half an hour later, Ji Lian appeared outside the palace with Xiao Yu's orders.
Ji Lian, who had just infiltrated the Imperial Guard, was extremely excited when he received his master's first task. Xiao Yu disregarded past grievances and gave him an important position, so even when he was given a baffling task like helping Xiao Yu search for folk remedies for "having a child through sexual intercourse," Ji Lian worked with great enthusiasm.
Before long, the streets were plastered with posters of all sizes offering "high reward for a son".
A few days later, the post entered the General's Mansion through the hands of a certain busybody.
"Oh my, isn't it strange? Today, there are posters everywhere on the street offering huge sums of money for a son. Whose son is so useless?"
A poster offering a large sum of money for a secret formula to conceive was slapped in front of Wei Shuang.
Wei Shuang frowned.
The handwriting on the post looked familiar, like... the handwriting of someone close to someone.
"Who is this useless lord? It's really hard to guess," the man said again.
“Sound, right?” Wei Shuang said in a deep voice.
Shen Que opened his folding fan and fanned himself against his nose: "I wasn't talking about you."
Wei Shuang put down her brush and stared coldly at Shen Que.
Shen Que quickly gave up, plopping down on the desk in front of Wei Shuang, as if afraid the world wouldn't be in chaos: "If we don't go to the palace to appease the young emperor soon, the whole world will know that the regent has a hidden illness."
Upon hearing Shen Que mention Xiao Yu, Wei Shuang said unhappily, "What's it to you?"
"How can it not concern me, Your Highness? You are now my backer. If you fall from power because of your hidden illness, who will I turn to?" Shen Que raised his hand to fan away the sour smell emanating from Wei Shuang, and used the fan handle to flip over the brush washer placed to Wei Shuang's left.
No man can tolerate others spreading rumors about his incompetence. Wei Shuang retrieved the brush washer and looked at Chen Que with a sinister gaze.
"I'm serious." Shen Que dropped his nonchalant attitude and tapped the table twice. "If you could hide your feelings for the little emperor, you wouldn't have taken the initiative to brand him. Since you've already branded him, you're destined to be entangled for life. What difference does it make if it's sooner or later?"
Compared to Wei Shuang, Shen Que, who came from a noble family, had a much more substantial and profound family background. Shen Que was not only a powerful figure but also a playful person with a wide range of interests. A few days ago, Wei Shuang casually mentioned it, and Shen Que immediately realized that his good brother had unknowingly ruined someone's life.
Shen Que was quick-witted. After the coronation ceremony, he noticed that Wei Shuang's feelings for the new emperor were unusual. Now, with the petitions for a child circulating outside, Shen Que was certain that the new emperor had feelings for Wei Shuang.
In Shen Que's view, Wei Shuang and the new emperor were a perfect match, with both parties in love. While his own brother was still being coy, the young emperor had already taken steps to resolve the most crucial issue of the imperial heir.
As Shen Que slowly pictured Wei Shuang with her pregnant belly, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
“He’s still too young.” Wei Shuang lowered her eyes, and the pen she was holding shattered with a crack. “Wait a little longer.”
"If we wait any longer, the soup will be gone." Shen Que comforted him with a smile, "It's okay, you're already a beast enough, it won't hurt to be a little more beastly."
Wei Shuang grabbed a paperweight and was about to smash it into Chen Que's face: "From now on, you've lost your backer."
“What I said is clearly the truth.” Shen Que jumped off the desk, opened the fan, and easily took the paperweight. He shrugged, put the heavy paperweight back on Wei Shuang’s desk, and said with a smile, “Fine, let’s part amicably. I’m going to find a new backer.”
The only person who could become the new right prime minister of the current dynasty was His Majesty the Emperor in the palace. Wei Shuang stood up, her face gloomy: "Chen Que, stay away from His Majesty."
"See? Some people's possessiveness is overflowing onto me. You better remove the scent from your body, or I'm afraid I won't be able to resist beating you up later." Shen Que sat back in his chair, unfolding his fan to cover his face. "If you don't hurry up, the Wang family, the Ji family, the Shen family, there are plenty of people who want to stuff women into His Majesty's harem. With so many beautiful women and talented men, do you think His Majesty can resist with that brand you got in such a muddled way?"
“You’re right.” Wei Shuang stood up abruptly and went to the back hall to change her clothes.
"Go quickly and give His Majesty a prince!"
A deep, silvery laugh followed behind, followed by Wei Shuang throwing out another angry wooden box.
Wei Shuang hurriedly entered the palace to pay her respects, leaving the general's mansion devoid of entertainment. Chen Que, bored, turned to a blank page and saw several large characters written at the top of the page.
The Emperor's Beloved: The Tender Secrets of a Cold-Faced, Fierce God
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"What? Wei Shuang?" Xiao Yu jumped up from behind the imperial desk, his wide sleeves flipping over a row of calligraphy brushes hanging on the table.
"Oh dear, I know you're happy, Your Majesty, please stop smiling." Feng Shun forced a smile, suppressing the heartache of having his cabbage trampled.
"Ahem... I'm not happy at all." Xiao Yu coughed lightly, hurriedly straightened his sleeves, forcibly suppressed the wide grin that stretched to his eyes, and waved his hand with composure, "Summon them."
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects."
Xiao Yu held back his tears until Wei Shuang bowed, but in the end he couldn't suppress them any longer. He personally stepped forward to help Wei Shuang up, whom he hadn't seen for seven days, and his voice softened: "I missed you so much."
Wei Shuang: "...Your Majesty."
Feng Shun, who had been waiting on the sidelines for so long that he almost wore himself out, was speechless.
After being given the cold shoulder by the Regent for so many days, is that all?
Their emperor is so easily fooled!
Feng Shun stomped his foot, making a fuming sound.
"I want you to review my memorials." Xiao Yu changed the subject, happily taking Wei Shuang's hand and pressing her down on the still-warm dragon throne.
Oh, so it was just a tactic His Majesty used to win people's hearts.
Feng Shun felt relieved and went to the outer hall to make tea.
No sooner had Feng Shun left than Xiao Yu moved closer, the two of them standing extremely close together. The sweet, cloying fragrance of osmanthus emanating from Xiao Yu, like honey, wafted into Wei Shuang's nose.
"Does it smell good?" Xiao Yu smiled.
“Okay…” Wei Shuang suddenly fell silent, looking at Xiao Yu in disbelief, “His Majesty knows?”
"Know what?" Xiao Yu moved to the spot where he had been studying, sat down comfortably next to Wei Shuang, and took the initiative. "Does Wei Shuang want me to know?"
Because of the brand, Xiao Yu could not fall asleep without the scent of Wei Shuang's fragrance. In the past few days, Xiao Yu had been relying on calming incense to sleep, but his sleep was not very restful. Now, upon smelling Wei Shuang's fragrance, Xiao Yu could only yawn.
But he held back.
"His Majesty's complexion has improved considerably." Wei Shuang picked up the nearest memorial to her and awkwardly changed the subject.
“Yes, he’s much better now. He can even approve memorials by himself.” Xiao Yu stared at Wei Shuang with a deep gaze. “I suppose the Imperial Uncle didn’t come to the palace to visit me a few days ago because he was afraid of disturbing my health.”
"No... I just..." Distracted by the strong fragrance of osmanthus, Wei Shuang couldn't find an excuse for a moment.
"You've simply realized you like me," Xiao Yu said in a cold voice, tapping the imperial desk lightly with his four fingers. "So you're hiding from me, afraid to see me."
Wei Shuang opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. His palms and back felt cold, and he exuded an embarrassment of being seen through.
“I know your concerns. Actually, there is nothing wrong with the two princes being together. I have already asked the Grand Tutor.” Xiao Yu looked at Wei Shuang earnestly and said considerately, “As long as Wei Shuang can give me a prince.”
A note from the author:
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Offensive Emperor vs. Avoidant Wei Shuang
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