Consort De took a sip of honey soup and shook her head with some shame upon hearing this: "Your Majesty and I really don't understand what you're saying."
His Majesty glanced at Consort De with a smile, then looked down at the booklet again, only lightly touching the page of Lady Zhaojia. Lady Zhaojia was also one of Consort De's favorites. She was an honest and respectful girl, slightly more reserved and shy than the seventh prince's wife, Lady Nara.
After that, His Majesty looked at it for a while longer, but stopped looking at the last few pages. He tossed the booklet aside and did not make a decision immediately: "You and the Imperial Concubine should discuss this matter together, and let the Imperial Concubine make the final decision."
Once the Imperial Concubine has made up her mind, she will naturally report to His Majesty and wait for His Majesty's approval.
Consort De agreed and then helped His Majesty settle in.
Nothing happened in Yonghe Palace that night. The next day, Consort De escorted His Majesty from Yonghe Palace to the imperial court, with Consort De's hand resting on Zhao Mama's arm.
"At noon, have He Zhongyi go to Ganxi Fourth Depot to deliver a message to Yinxiang."
Upon hearing this, Granny Zhao exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "Your Majesty, you are truly amazing... The Fourteenth Prince's marriage is still undecided."
Consort De simply smiled and said, "There is an order of seniority. There's no rush for the Fourteenth Prince. He's still like a child."
She didn't want to dwell on the topic, and her willingness to put in this effort was mostly because of her fourth brother. She then asked about something else: "Have all the disaster victims in the capital been resettled?"
Zhao Mama said, "Your Highness, don't worry: Our Fourth Master is capable. He handled everything perfectly yesterday."
Upon hearing this, Consort De glared at Granny Zhao: "It's all thanks to the Crown Prince's presence. What nonsense are you spouting, you old hag?"
Realizing she had spoken out of turn, Granny Zhao quickly bowed her head and admitted her mistake.
Consort De did not blame her. In her heart, her son was naturally capable and competent, but she kept a low profile and never wanted to or could say it out loud.
Consort De clutched her chest: "Natural disasters and man-made calamities are always unavoidable, and I feel uneasy. If there is any disturbance outside, have someone report it immediately."
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