"Baby, baby, look, look what this is."
In the eastern warm room of Kunning Palace, there was a wobbly little wooden bed, and in the bed lay a baby wrapped in a small brocade quilt.
The big, gooey eyes moved around nimbly along with the colorful feathers swaying on its head.
The weather was cold, and the woman was squatting beside the bed, with a large group of palace maids guarding her.
The white fox fur made her skin look as white as snow, like a pearl with a halo.
A pair of beautiful eyes moved tenderly and affectionately around the little baby's face and body.
"Chengcheng, little Chengcheng, our little Shengchen, do you like the name given by our father, Shengchen, little Shengchen?"
“Hehehe…”
The little kid, carrying his parents' love and expectations, waved his hands vigorously, trying to reach the feather that was dangling in front of him.
After Lu Chunyu gave birth, she began to recuperate under the worried and distressed gaze of Emperor Chengming.
For a month, there was no wind, no bathing, eating in bed, and sleeping in bed.
The man, who had some free time and was rushing home after court, offered his hand to help someone as soon as he entered the house.
It would be fine if I just helped her, but I also advised her to get more rest.
The frequency of rolling his eyes has increased significantly in recent days.
Unable to resist the requests of the palace maids and the emperor, the pregnant woman stayed obediently for a full month, and was finally free to bathe and change clothes as she pleased.
During the confinement period, the child is cared for by several wet nurses.
Compared to the royal heir who eats and sleeps in bed, the father of the child cares more about the physical recovery of the child's mother.
Children can be watched and held, but the time should not be too long and should not affect their rest.
The queen, whose whole life was arranged by the man, had no choice but to obey.
At night, the harem is useless.
After finishing his government affairs, the old emperor contentedly held his beloved in his arms and brought her to his arms again and again.
Candlelight flickered at the head and foot of the bed. The rough calluses felt smooth and delicate under my hands, and the skin became more plump and fat after giving birth.
The fire in the heart of Emperor Chengming, who was enjoying himself with his eyes narrowed, suddenly started to burn.
My mind is full of thoughts of blowing out the lights and resting, but it would be best if I don’t blow out the lights.
Unfortunately, his wife was shy and refused to fulfill his wish.
The little queen, held in his arms with her head resting on his chest, grabbed the man's fiery hand with her small white hand and stopped his insolence.
"My dear, it's getting late. Why don't we go to bed early?"
In winter, the nights are long and the days are short. She leaned against the man's chest and looked at the candlelit room.
The young empress, trying her best to remain calm, leaned against the strong muscles of Emperor Chengming's chest to gain leverage and stood up.
"Don't you have anything to tell me?"
Looking down at the man who didn't understand what was said.
The little queen used her slender hands to circle Emperor Chengming's abdomen with her fingertips in a teasing manner.
The little trick was used to provoke the wise, calm and scheming Emperor Chengming into being blinded.
The light and warm touch on his abdomen was so distinct that he couldn't ignore it. It tickled his heart deeply.
Emperor Chengming was dizzy and followed the topic led by his daughter-in-law.
Then he heard it.
"How long are you going to keep the fact that Prince Gong has been imprisoned a secret from me? Are you not going to tell me?"
As he spoke, he quickly withdrew his teasing hand, and Emperor Chengming opened his eyes completely, his gaze flickering.
"Who told you that?"
"Song Chengli is ill. What is his intention in rebelling?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Chunyu became anxious, and her beautiful eyes widened.
"Why, who told me that? If you knew, you would also throw the people around me into jail."
Emperor Chengming, who was wise and brave and feared his wife like a tiger, was unbearable to see his wife angry.
He quickly pulled her into his arms, hugged her, made love to her, and coaxed her with sweet words.
After a while, the man in white underwear sat cross-legged on the bed, holding his little wife in his arms and laughing.
When the person's mood improved, he asked seriously.
"My dear, are you still in love with your ex-husband and are coming here to ask me for mercy?"
The man, clutching his hair that fell beside his hand and carelessly curling it, spoke seemingly casually.
In fact, his dark eyes fell on the face of his young wife in front of him and observed her carefully.
There is a hurdle deep in Song Yunyi's heart that he cannot get over. Before his young wife became his wife, she was someone else's wife.
Song Chengli was stupid and looked scary, so the jealous Emperor Chengming had to admit it.
Song Chengli is good-looking.
Bearing her husband's name, has his wife ever had a moment of expectation and affection for Song Chengli?
Thinking that Song Chengli intended to rebel in order to take his wife away.
The man's eyes suddenly became as deep as the sea.
"Bullshit, Song Yunyi, I think you're just tired of living a good life."
Lu Chunyu was so angry that she laughed. She was used to beating people up when she was angry.
The person she beat up was either someone else or the culprit who deliberately made her angry.
The hand against his chest climbed up and reached the man's shoulder, then continued upwards, grabbing the man's ear and twisting it.
One turn was not enough, so he turned it back and twisted it again, which made Emperor Chengming's mouth hiss and his ears turn red.
"I have a shitty old relationship with him. Even if I do, it's a friendship that I wish him bad luck. Do you want it?"
The man tilted his head, touched his ears, and his tail was raised to the sky.
"My mother came today, and her words were full of anxiety."
Automatically lean on his arms behind him.
"No matter how bad my sister is, she is still my father and mother's daughter. Besides, no matter how bad our relationship is, she has never had any intention of harming me."
"Although I, your elder sister, have some small thoughts, but...but, my crime is not punishable by death. Your Majesty, please take your opinion."
A man who is used to hugging people tightly, burying his face in the little queen's arms, and speaking in a muffled voice.
"She plotted against you, and you weren't angry."
If it weren't for her calculations, would he and his young wife...
Lu Chunyu shook his head.
Women’s living space is too narrow, from their father’s courtyard to their husband’s courtyard, and then to their son’s courtyard.
If she didn't marry Song Chengli, there would be Gao Chengli, Zhao Chengli, and Qian Chengli. She had no say in this world.
Is her sister wrong?
Lu Chunyu didn't think she was wrong to want to climb up.
Her mistake was that she ignored blood ties and wanted to control everything.
Things change all the time, and how could things always go as she expected?
In the case of Prince Gong's treason, not only were the officials involved dismissed, but Emperor Chengming also took their brotherly feelings into consideration.
An imperial decree was issued to strip Song Chengli of his prince title, demote him to a commoner, and confine him and his family to Prince Gong's palace, where they were not allowed to leave without an imperial decree.
All the civil and military officials in the court marveled at the emperor's generosity and magnanimity, but only the Empress of Kunning Palace knew the narrow-mindedness hidden behind the man's broad mind.
Song Yunyi: "My dear, my dear, how does my figure compare to your brother's?"
Lu Chunyu: "I haven't looked at it carefully. How about I go to the palace and compare it carefully?"
Song Yunyi: "My dear, if you ask me, he has a hole in his brain. He is no match for me in terms of intelligence and strategy."
Lu Chunyu: "Yes, yes, you are right. You are absolutely right."
Song Yunyi: "My dear, the secret guards said that Song Chengli and Lu Chunxi had a fight. It is extremely despicable for a man to vent his anger by hitting a woman."
Lu Chunyu: “…”
Lu Chunyu: "How about... I hit you and try..."
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