The emperor responded to everyone's enthusiasm one by one.
This was quite novel to him.
Even though he was not favored as a child, he was still a prince, and no one in the palace dared to speak to him in such an attitude.
But now everyone treats him as a long-lost neighbor, and people greet and chat with him naturally and warmly.
He didn't feel offended at all, and even liked this kind of down-to-earth atmosphere.
I especially like the phrase "your wife" that people use.
Jian Yang seemed dissatisfied with the address. She wanted to correct the diner, but in the end, she lowered her head in frustration.
Seeing her puffed-up face, the emperor's mood became even more pleasant.
"Boss, why don't you take a break today? We'll take care of the business, so don't worry."
Early in the morning, Sister Mei looked at Jian Yang's pale face and felt quite sorry for her.
Jian Yang shook her head listlessly: "I promised Manager Yang yesterday that I would make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall for him. He's going to host a banquet, and I can't break my promise."
At this moment, the emperor, having finished washing up, came out of his room, glanced at Jian Yang, and asked with concern, "What happened to you?"
"Uh..." she said, too embarrassed to speak.
Mei-jie assumed they were a real couple, so she reminded them, "The boss is on his period."
Jian Yang wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
She didn't have menstrual cramps before, but she probably ate too much ice and caught a chill this month. When her period came this morning, the pain was so bad it almost killed her.
As a modern woman, she no longer felt ashamed of her period, but the man in front of her was, after all, the emperor, and it was rather awkward to talk about women's periods in front of him.
“I remember you’ve never felt pain before,” he said calmly.
Jian Yang's originally pale face suddenly turned bright red, almost as if it were about to bleed.
This person has been paying close attention to her menstrual cycle!
I don't want to live anymore.
"Go tell Manager Yang that we're not making Buddha Jumps Over the Wall anymore," the Emperor instructed Sister Mei.
In the past, Sister Mei would have consulted Jian Yang on everything, but now, in front of the Emperor, she unconsciously obeyed all his orders.
Mei agreed and hurriedly ran out of the yard, not even giving Jian Yang a chance to call her.
"How can you be like this?" Jian Yang glared angrily at the emperor.
"Because you're not feeling well," the emperor asked, ignoring her pitiful look, "is it in a lot of pain?"
Jian Yang bit her lip and nodded pitifully.
The next moment, her feet suddenly left the ground, and the emperor lifted her up in his arms.
Jian Yang gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
What are you doing?
The emperor did not answer her, but instead carried her into her room and gently placed her on the bed.
"Rest well." He said as he took off her embroidered shoes and covered her with a blanket. "Don't get out of bed without permission. Wait."
Jian Yang was no longer able to think; her mind was filled with the image of the emperor taking off her shoes, so much so that she completely missed his words, "Wait."
As for what to wait for, that's no longer important.
The important thing is that the emperor himself was serving her.
Jian Yang was overwhelmed with emotion, and even felt a little smug.
A moment later, the emperor came in again, carrying a bowl.
"Get up and drink," he said.
Jian Yang stared at him with wide eyes: "What is this?"
"Brown sugar ginger water can relieve your abdominal pain."
Jian Yang: "!"
This person is so skilled!
She sat up, held the bowl in both hands, and began to drink it in small sips.
As she drank, her eyes kept glancing at him.
It's strange, even though he's wearing a mask, she thinks he's dazzlingly handsome today, making her heart flutter and pound wildly.
The emperor laughed and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Jian Yang withdrew her gaze and said awkwardly, "How did Your Majesty know that this brown sugar ginger tea could relieve a woman's abdominal pain?"
She regretted asking the question as soon as she asked it.
Because if she knew his experience in taking care of other women, she felt she would be incredibly jealous.
The emperor said gently, "I took care of my mother when I was a child."
Jian Yang put the lid back on the vinegar jar that she had prepared.
So it was to take care of the Empress Dowager, then it's not so sour anymore.
The emperor watched her finish a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea and then asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Jian Yang nodded truthfully.
The emperor said with a serious expression, "In that case, shall I massage the empress's body again?"
Upon hearing this, Jian Yang immediately looked terrified and retreated a considerable distance while clutching her blanket.
Upon seeing this, the emperor laughed loudly and said, "I was just teasing you. Go get a good night's sleep, and the pain will soon be gone."
After saying that, he took the bowl and went out, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.
"This person is really..."
Jian Yang angrily pulled the covers over herself and lay back down in bed.
I don't know if it was because the brown sugar ginger water was too hot, but not only did my stomach feel warm, my heart also felt warm.
Inside the imperial city, at the residence of the Second Prince.
"Your Highness, our spies in the palace have reported that the Emperor has left the palace again," strategist Wei Cong reported to Zhou Jing'an.
Zhou Jing'an sipped his tea, his face expressionless, and said, "He seems quite leisurely."
"Now that the emperor is no longer in charge of the palace, does Your Highness have any plans?" Wei Cong asked.
"Mr. Wei, what do you think I should do?" Zhou Jing'an threw the question back at him.
Wei Cong replied calmly, “Your Highness, although the emperor is not in the capital, the palace is not weak in the slightest, and there are generals guarding the city from all sides. Now is not a good time to seize the palace.”
"continue."
Wei Cong continued, "The crown prince has not yet been established, but if we take advantage of the emperor's trip to kill him, the throne will naturally fall back to you."
Zhou Jing'an smiled and said, "That's what I was planning too. Mr. Wei really understands me. But, is there any news about the Emperor right now?"
Wei Cong said, "The secret guards who were monitoring the emperor have all been killed, but I deduce that the emperor has most likely gone to the south."
Zhou Jing'an asked in surprise, "What's he going to the south for?"
Wei Cong said, "Find the Empress."
Zhou Jing'an frowned: "Their whereabouts were already exposed last time, so why would they stay in the south?"
Wei Cong nodded and said, "Yes, the most dangerous place is often the safest place. I think the Emperor and Empress are not only still in the south, but also in Baihua Town."
Zhou Jing'an said, "But later we sent people to investigate, and that clinic had already closed down."
Wei Cong laughed and said, "Your Highness may have forgotten that the Empress is quite skilled at disguise."
Zhou Jing'an pondered for a moment, then stood up and patted Wei Cong on the shoulder: "Alright, since Mr. Wei said they are in the south, then I will go and investigate further."
"Would you like me to accompany you this time?" Wei Cong asked.
Zhou Jing'an thought for a moment and said, "No need. You stay in the capital and keep watch over them. If the Emperor returns, notify me immediately."
In fact, Zhou Jing'an made this arrangement with ulterior motives.
He knew that Wei Cong disliked Jian Yang and would definitely stop him from getting close to her.
"Yes." Wei Cong lowered his eyelids.
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