The emperor, sitting at the head of the table, made a brief opening speech, only to hear his youngest daughter's complaints, which made him feel uneasy.
Your Majesty: I have devoted myself to developing the Great Yong Dynasty, yet you have stabbed me in the back. Very well.
Consort: Of course my father is loyal; he is devoted to a wise ruler. However, I still have to sympathize with His Majesty. Most of the ministers in the court are like daggers aimed at the Emperor. How pitiful.
The imperial concubine looked at the emperor, who was not far away, with sympathy.
Emperor: Do you think I didn't see your pitying look? And third prince, tone down your arrogant gaze.
Indeed, His Majesty just received sympathetic glances from the two men.
Sitting next to the Empress was Jing Jiayue, whose face was somewhat pale. She had only been released this morning and had been brought here shortly after resting.
She is now powerless to control her own destiny; her only hope for survival lies with the Empress. She doesn't want to experience yesterday again, so she must demonstrate her worth today.
She hadn't even considered the matter of the Imperial Concubine. Dragging her pale body, she rose and walked to the center of the main hall, kneeling before the Emperor with eyes full of filial piety.
"Father, Jia Yue has prepared a birthday poem for you. I hope you will like it."
The Emperor has already ordered an investigation into the Consort's childbirth and no longer shows the same affection for Jing Jiayue as before, but he still has to maintain appearances.
"You've shown your kindness. Rise now."
"Thank you, Father Emperor." Jing Jiayue stood up, swaying slightly before straightening up.
"The little princess is going to compose a poem again. I wonder what classic it will be this time. I'm really looking forward to it."
"I really envy the Emperor for having such a clever daughter."
The officials and their wives below the stage all looked at the emperor at the head of the table with envy.
When Jing Jiayue finished reciting the poem, the crowd below the stage was amazed. Countless shocked and envious eyes looked at the emperor. If it were in the past, the emperor would have been pleased, but after hearing Jing Le's thoughts, he felt very uncomfortable.
[This isn't a poem she wrote at all; she merely recited the essence of a poem passed down for thousands of years. If the original author knew, he'd be furious, crawling out of his grave. Stealing someone else's poem to elevate herself, and then falsely claiming it was written for her father—ugh, how hypocritical!]
Imperial Concubine: Feeling sorry for His Majesty...
Third Prince: I sympathize with my father...
"Your Majesty, look how pale Jia Yue is. She actually caught a cold earlier and hasn't recovered yet, but she insisted on coming to offer her blessings to Your Majesty. Such a filial child, Your Majesty is truly blessed."
Seeing the lively atmosphere, the Empress sighed to the Emperor and the court officials, then smiled enviously at the Consort: "I really envy Consort, you have such a clever daughter. I wish I had a daughter as beautiful as Jiayue."
Upon hearing this, before the Consort could speak, the Emperor spoke first: "Then Jia Yue will be adopted by the Empress, so that she won't have to envy the Consort."
"emperor!"
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