Feng Jun: “…”
Oh no! I've been seen through!
...
Su Man shook her head helplessly.
She placed one hand behind her head and spoke in a melodious voice, "In this palace, whether it's you or me, we are helpless. Showing kindness, even affection, is just a means to an end. So, don't put your heart on me, it will hurt you."
The atmosphere became quiet, and neither of them spoke for a long time.
Su Man thought Feng Jun was already asleep, so she went to bed too.
In the darkness, Feng Jun turned his head towards Su Man, trying to discern her outline.
If you are really as heartless as you say, why do you tell me this?
Feng Jun quietly moved towards Su Man and rested his head on her shoulder.
Well, let's just let it go for a little while.
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next day
At the morning court session, Su Man had a headache due to the hangover from yesterday. In a moment of distraction, the female prime minister started arguing with the marshal.
It turned out that the female prime minister wanted to restore the imperial examinations and thus abolish the hereditary system. However, this was strongly opposed by the marshal, and the two of them started arguing, each holding their own views, and the argument became heated.
Su Man had to stop them, "Okay, let's stop here today."
However, it would have been better if she didn't say anything. Once she opened her mouth, she brought the blame upon herself.
"Your Majesty has no children. If this continues, the country will be unstable. Please fill your harem and ensure that my Great Yong will have a successor."
Although the marshal spoke sincerely, Su Man felt suspicious. She had never cared about her so much in the past, so why was he suddenly concerned about her "private life" now?
As expected, the marshal's next words were, "My grandson is in his prime and has long admired Your Majesty. He has had a girlish personality since childhood and is not spoiled. He can also help to correct the unhealthy trend of jealousy in the harem."
As soon as these words were spoken, the female minister's face immediately turned ugly.
Her son was the Empress, but the Marshal asked her grandson to manage the harem, which was tantamount to hitting her sore spot.
But she also knew that the marshal now held the military power and she could not resist at all, so she could only keep a sullen face and remain silent.
So that afternoon, there was one more person in Suman's harem.
The person involved had only one thought about this: a headache.
【Author’s words】
Thank you?? Nuanxin. for the reminder~
Good night, Baoer Meng~
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