Ning Hong felt a little nervous.
Hopefully, this young emperor can see things clearly.
These concubines had no good intentions whatsoever.
Song Zhuo suddenly looked up at Ning Hongze.
"Duke of Wei, what do you think?"
"This matter is entirely up to His Majesty to decide."
Ning Hong, on the other hand, was practicing Tai Chi.
"It's entirely up to me—I think their suggestion is excellent."
“Of course, the Empresses’ suggestions are good, but the Emperor’s word is law. If we go back on our word, it would damage the Emperor’s authority,” Ning Hong said first.
He was subtly reminding the young emperor not to go back on his word; since he had agreed to let Ning Changxi leave the palace, he must keep his promise.
Song Zhuo stared at Ning Hongze for a long while before looking away.
His eyes were dull and his emotions were unclear.
"Wei Guogong."
"Your humble servant is here."
“I remember you once taught me—” Song Zhuo drew out his words, “Don’t do business that loses money. In dealing with people, don’t be rigid. Be tactful when necessary. Even if I am the emperor, I must never suffer for the sake of saving face. In matters of state, I must be decisive and not fickle. So I must be cautious and think thrice before acting. But in personal matters, I can still be flexible when necessary.”
Ning Hongze: "..."
“I remember those words very clearly.”
Holy crap, the original owner of this body truly loved the young emperor.
They even taught him these things.
For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
"Your Majesty, the establishment of an empress is a major matter, not a private one." After a long while, Ning Hong finally managed to utter these words.
"Oh, so the Duke of Wei has changed his mind again?"
Song Zhuo's smile deepened.
"Didn't the Duke of Wei argue with his court officials back then, saying that establishing an empress was a private matter for me?"
Holy crap, was the original owner of this body courting death?
How did he teach the emperor?
Now, things have gotten really bad; they've completely blocked his path.
"That's not quite right. I think that the selection of an empress should be discussed by all the court officials. Of course, it should also be a girl that His Majesty likes."
If you don't like a girl, just let her go.
For example, his parents like it.
"The girl you like?"
Song Zhuo was stunned.
The Duke of Wei once said the same thing.
"Your Majesty, although I said in court that the selection of an empress is Your Majesty's private matter, this is only so that you can choose someone you like as your empress, after all, she is your wife and the person who will accompany you for the rest of your life. However, as the mother of the nation, the empress needs to be chosen with caution."
Thinking of these earnest words of advice, Song Zhuo's eyes gradually softened.
For him, the Duke of Wei was truly a teacher, a friend, and a father figure.
He taught him everything he knew, without holding anything back—
The other concubines were all somewhat puzzled by their conversation.
What's wrong with the Duke of Wei?
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't we try our best to persuade the emperor to release the person from the cold palace?
But in his case, it was the other way around.
Judging from his words, it seems he doesn't really want Ning Changxi to be released.
"Duke of Wei? What's wrong with you? Don't you want the Empress to return to her position?"
One of the concubines asked.
Is the Duke of Wei using a strategy of retreat as a means of advancement?
Of course, they didn't believe that the Duke of Wei was truly indifferent—
Ning Hong was well aware of what these concubines were thinking, but he really didn't want it to happen. Of course, he couldn't say it too explicitly.
It's obvious that the young emperor has a rebellious streak.
Judging from his expression, the more he suggests that the young emperor release Changxi, the less willing he will be.
This man's inherent flaws—
Ning Hong stopped there.
Judging from the Emperor's expression, he didn't seem to want to continue this topic.
He silently shut his mouth.
Eat, eat! Putting everything else aside, the food that Su Yuan arranged is not bad.
Ning Hong was completely unaware that Su Yuan, who was sitting next to the Seventh Prince, was staring at him.
His gaze was intense, unblinking.
That's such a pity.
Ning Hong perfectly embodies her aesthetic sense.
She's the same type as the male god she used to admire in modern times.
Especially her eyes, which were as bright as the stars in the sky.
It's really beautiful.
She couldn't help but be captivated by his eyes.
How come she never noticed how good-looking he was before?
Thinking back to how this older man seemed to have some feelings for her, Su Yuan's heart couldn't help but race.
I just don't know how he feels right now, or if he still likes her.
The Seventh Prince's face was extremely ugly.
Ning Hong didn't feel it, but he did.
Su Yuan's gaze has been fixed on Ning Hongze's face from the beginning until now.
“Su Yuan—” The Seventh Prince tugged at her sleeve.
Su Yuan turned around, her eyes filled with confusion. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." How could he possibly say, "Su Yuan, stop looking at the Duke of Wei. Didn't you say you liked him?"
If you like him, shouldn't you be watching him?
But saying it like that always feels a bit ungrand.
He couldn't get angry at Su Yuan, so he could only glare at Ning Hongze sullenly.
What on earth is Ning Hongze up to? Why is she shaving her beard?
You've already stayed for so long, why not stay longer?
After the Winter Solstice banquet ended, Ning Hong had just returned to the Duke of Wei's mansion from the palace when she received Laba porridge as a gift from the Emperor.
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