The Empress couldn't help but chuckle to herself. With a child by her side, the Emperor was becoming more and more childlike. She had promised to make plum blossom pastries for him before she saw him again and her smile returned.
Upon hearing about food, Chuanwen's eyes lit up, but before he could even ask for some, the emperor sent him back to sleep. Chuanwen cursed the emperor in his heart for being stingy, but the emperor wasn't angry at all. Instead, he gave a victorious smile. This was his wife. Blame it on you, girl, for not being married yet. You don't even have someone who cares about you. Haha.
The emperor was very happy, having found another area where he was better than Chuanwen. However, why should he compare himself to the girl? He would rather have a heart-to-heart talk with Jinmei.
When they got back, it was just getting dark, and it wasn't time for bed yet. Chuanwen started pinching the little princess's soft cheeks. After he had pinched them enough, he played a word chain game with the little princess. Whoever couldn't finish the word chain lost, and the loser owed the other a meal.
The palace maids and nannies serving nearby glanced at Chuanwen several times, their eyes seemingly asking, "Miss, are you serious? Playing a word-chain game with a baby who can't even speak yet? Are you sure you're not bullying him?"
Chuanwen was completely oblivious, spouting idioms off the cuff. In contrast, the little princess blinked her big, dark eyes at Chuanwen repeatedly, and when she saw him laughing happily, she giggled along with him.
The wet nurse standing nearby felt sorry for her. "My little princess, isn't she being sold out and still helping the seller count the money?"
The sword-wielding guard standing by the door smiled almost imperceptibly, a hint of tenderness creeping into his resolute eyes.
Chuanwen only stopped this one-sided crushing game after the little princess owed him twenty meals, mainly because she was tired.
After eating some snacks for a while, the wet nurse took the little princess to sleep, and Chuanwen also went back to his room to prepare for bed.
Back in her room, as she closed the door, she glanced at the handsome guards already waiting outside and sighed once again at the amazing perks of transmigrating into a bookâit was full of handsome men and beautiful women, and even the seemingly insignificant guard was incredibly dashing with his striking features.
However, before the guard who had heard Chuanwen's thoughts could even smile, Chuanwen sighed again, "I wonder how his hair is. I hope it doesn't turn half-bald like the emperor's as he gets older. The image is too beautiful to imagine, hahaha."
The guard froze. "Thank you."
[But why did the emperor assign me a bodyguard? I've never heard of such treatment when visiting the palace...]
No one else gets this treatment. Only this girl has ever been protected by him, the Grand General of the Thousand Bull Guard.
The guard's expression had softened considerably, and he thought to himself. Listening closely to the sounds inside, he noticed that Chuanwen's breathing had gradually become steady, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly; he was sleeping quite quickly.
Chuanwen slept soundly all night, but unfortunately, he was dragged out of bed before dawn and forced to attend court.
After finally enduring the court session, Chuanwen just wanted to collapse into bed and sleep. She prayed that the emperor would have a conscience and let her go back to catch up on her sleep so he wouldn't drag her to the Ganlu Hall to watch him handle state affairs again.
When the emperor saw that Chuanwen was walking with an uneven gait, he sighed and said, "Alright, let her go back and catch up on her sleep. The main reason is that he's afraid Chuanwen might drop the little princess."
After watching Chuanwen leave, the emperor came to Ganlu Hall, glanced at the white rice porridge that Huang Qi had served, and had no appetite.
Although the national treasury has recently become much fuller, with war approaching, the emperor dares not be too extravagant. He has only made his rice porridge a little thicker, but after eating it for so many days, he has no taste in his mouth.
Remembering the golden cake he had eaten yesterday, the emperor wanted to treat himself to something special, so he ordered Huang Qi to go out of the palace to buy some.
Outside the palace, the streets were bustling, and amidst the hustle and bustle, there was a sense of peace and tranquility in this prosperous era. Fang Daren strolled along the street, sweeping away his worries, and exclaimed in admiration of the Haiqing River Banquet.
Just as he was sighing, he saw his colleague. Wasn't that Wang Shuren, the Assistant Minister of Works?
Wang Shuren was coming out of an inconspicuous, dilapidated pastry shop, carrying a small package of pastries in his hand. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Fang Daren walking over. After exchanging pleasantries, the two started chatting.
"Brother Fang, what happened to your forehead?"
Fang Daren then realized he had a bruise on his forehead. He quickly raised his hand to cover it, trying to hide his panic, and said, "It's nothing, I just accidentally bumped into the door frame. By the way, Brother Wang, why are you buying snacks from such a shabby shop? Will they... taste good?"
Fang Daren had no intention of looking down on anyone; he genuinely felt that the food in such a small, dilapidated shop was not good. Otherwise, he would have expanded and renovated it long ago. He was just worried that no one would come to buy his food and he wouldn't have the money to renovate it.
Wang Shuren smiled sheepishly, "I... I don't have much money, so I can only afford this cheap food."
Fang Daren realized he had misspoke and could only laugh awkwardly. He wondered if he should take the other person to the Tianxinlou restaurant next door to buy some nice things as an apology, but he wasn't very familiar with Wang Shuren and was worried that he might be being presumptuous. He didn't want the other person to feel that he had humiliated him.
Just as the two were wondering what to say next, they saw Zhao Dajia swagger out of the Tianxin Tower next door.
"Zhao Dajia!"
Fang Daren was astonished. Zhao Dajia was so poor that he had to pick up trash. How could he have money to go to Tianxin Tower?
Tianxinlou is the best and most expensive pastry shop in the capital. The cheapest package of pastries costs at least one tael of silver, and now Zhao Dajia has four packages in his hands!
Zhao Dajia was in a good mood when he unexpectedly saw Fang Daren, which made him even happier. This was like meeting a rival when you're doing well in life, so he had to show off.
"Oh, isn't this Lord Fang? Oh dear, what happened to your head? Hahaha, did your wife beat you again?"
Zhao Dajia's series of "yo-ya-ha" and exaggerated questioning perfectly demonstrated what it means to be irritating, making Fang Daren grit his teeth in anger.
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