When Xuanyuan Che woke up, he was surprised to find that he did not feel any discomfort in his head. In the past, when he could not control himself, when he woke up the next day, his head would hurt as if it was about to split open.
He looked at the handkerchief that fell beside the soft gold-thread pillow, and was unusually silent. An idea came to his mind.
He stretched out his large, bony palm, held the handkerchief in his hand, put it to the tip of his nose, and sniffed it lightly.
The fragrance on the handkerchief had not yet dissipated, and the faint sweet aroma lingered around his nose. Xuanyuan Che immediately felt a sense of relaxation.
Sure enough... it was the handkerchief's problem. Xuanyuan Che didn't think it was a good thing that could save him. Maybe it was mixed with poison.
After the imperial physician examined the handkerchief and confirmed that it did not carry any poison, Xuanyuan Che put the handkerchief in his arms and let the palace servants help him put on his court clothes.
There were some minor incidents in the middle. When he was tying his hair, a palace maid accidentally pulled out one of his hairs.
The maid's face turned pale almost instantly, her voice trembling uncontrollably, and her body shaking like a sieve: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, spare my life..."
Xuanyuan Che was calm inside and had no desire to get angry. He looked at the palace maid crying and felt sick. He waved his hand casually to let her go.
The palace maid was as if she had been pardoned, and she kowtowed in thanks, "Thank you for your grace, thank you for your grace." After she finished speaking, she ran out in a hurry as if there was a ghost chasing her.
Xuanyuan Che was not affected by this little thing today. The eunuch Zhou Shun who was following him was secretly surprised and thought that maybe the emperor had changed his character, as he didn't get angry even when his hair was pulled out today.
Xuanyuan Che walked to the main hall and sat on the high dragon throne. He listened to the court officials' greetings. His face remained expressionless, his eyes as calm as an ancient well. He simply said, "My dear ministers, please stand up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The young eunuch's sharp voice echoed throughout the hall: "If you have something to say, please report it. If not, please withdraw."
The court officials couldn't help but look at Xuanyuan Che. Xuanyuan Che still had a calm expression and showed no sign of anger. The court officials secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that today will be better.
The bold minister began to report. Xuanyuan Che clenched his fist, supported his jaw, and casually said, "Approved."
Seeing that Xuanyuan Che was so easy to talk to today, the ministers came up with their reports one after another, about increasing or reducing taxes, or bullying men and women. Xuanyuan Che listened to them without any impatience. As long as the request was not too excessive, he basically agreed.
When King Ping and his party saw this, they couldn't help but smile with joy.
Prince Ping was Xuanyuan Che's uncle, whose name was Xuanyuan Jing. There was nothing particularly outstanding about him, except for one thing: he had a lot of children. Unlike Xuanyuan Che, who was nearly thirty years old and didn't even have a princess to his name, let alone a prince.
One of King Ping's advisors, just as the young eunuch was about to dismiss the court, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I have a memorial to make."
"explain."
Xuanyuan Che wanted to smell the scent on the handkerchief, but because there were too many people in the hall, he still suppressed the discomfort in his heart, but his mood gradually became depressed.
Seeing this was a good opportunity, the counselor knelt down immediately and said, "Your Majesty, I think you can adopt a boy from a relative."
There was no emotion on Xuanyuan Che's face, but his eyes gradually became deeper.
This person was still somewhat wary of Xuanyuan Che's reputation as a tyrant, so he quickly made amends with a smile: "I have heard among the people that if a family has no heir, as long as they adopt a child from their relatives, they will soon have their own children."
"Oh? Lord Chen, do you think that you can have your own offspring by this method?"
"That's right, Your Majesty." The counselor was respectful on the surface, but in his heart he was disdainful. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "He's still the emperor, but he can't have a son, so he has to listen to us."
What a bullshit adoption! Everyone knows that Xuanyuan Che is thirty years old and still childless. It's not possible at all.
How is it possible to have biological children after adopting a child?
What does it matter if you are good at governing the country, or how virtuous you are? In the future, you will still have to support other people's children and send other people's children to the throne.
Xuanyuan Che said casually: "Oh, since Chen Aiqing likes other people's children so much, then adopt a child from your brother."
The counselor's smile froze on his face: "Your Majesty, I, I have my own children."
His legitimate son is already four years old, well-behaved, sensible and talented. How could he adopt the child of his younger brother who is competing with him? That child is not his own son.
Xuanyuan Che seemed to have just mentioned it casually, his dark eyes fixed on him, "Lord Chen, whose child do you think is suitable for me to adopt?"
Chen Wen forced himself to suppress the discomfort in his heart and forced a smile: "I think that as long as we adopt someone who is related to us, it will be fine. If there is a close connection with Your Majesty, it would be even better."
His words clearly indicated that the only person alive in this world who had a particularly close relationship with Xuanyuan Che was his uncle, King Ping.
The veins on Xuanyuan Che's forehead bulged, and the anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable.
He suppressed his anger and asked one last question: "What do you think, my dear ministers?"
Half of the court had followed Xuanyuan Che in his quest for power, while the remaining half were divided into two groups: Prince Ping's faction and the neutral faction. Prince Ping's faction naturally expressed their support: "Your Majesty, I think this is feasible."
Xuanyuan Che's confidant retorted, "Our Majesty is in his prime and will probably have his own little prince soon. What are you people thinking? Don't you think I don't know?"
The person who was speaking was Xuanyuan Che's best brother, named Lin Pingxuan. After the battle that year, he was awarded the title of First-Class General of the Escort Cavalry. Unlike his name, he was a complete reckless man who only listened to Xuanyuan Che.
After hearing what they said, Xuanyuan Che smiled instead of getting angry: "Okay, very good. It seems that you all like other people's children very much. Then give your own children to your relatives and then adopt one from the same clan."
Xuanyuan Che restrained his expression, clenched his fists, and made a crisp sound. His face was gloomy, as if water could drip out. The next moment, he smiled and said, "My dear ministers, you must do it. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen."
Everyone in King Ping's faction was in danger. If a glare could kill, the person who made the first sound would have been killed a thousand times by them.
The man's face was also pale, and his heart was desolate. He knew that he was probably finished.
They knew Xuanyuan Che's methods. If they dared to deceive or disobey him, their children would probably have no chance of survival.
After Xuanyuan Che made his announcement, he flicked his sleeves and left. On the way, he took out his handkerchief and smelled it. He closed his eyes, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes from years of poor sleep, but it did not affect his appearance at all.
The color of his lips was in stark contrast to his appearance, ranging from pink to slightly red. The handkerchief was not thick, but a thin piece that just showed through his lip color, making him look particularly sexy.
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