Feng Changye felt sour in his heart, "If I couldn't let it go, I wouldn't have told Chu Yujie to let him be Ah Qiong's child husband... My problem is that my rationality allows me to let it go. But my emotions still make me very angry, you know? My daughter is still so young, and the image of her in my arms as a tiny swaddled child seems like yesterday..."
Zhu Wuhuan looked at him sincerely, "When you married Empress Zhu and entered the palace, my father must have felt the same way as you do now, but didn't you steal his precious daughter?"
She touched his cheek and laughed at him, "All men go through this. Just close your eyes and the pain will pass. When the pain is over, you will complete the transformation from father to father-in-law. That's good."
“…” Feng Changye looked at her speechlessly.
This is a strange thing to say.
Why does it sound so much like what people say when advising women not to be afraid on their wedding night?
Women, all of them will go through this. Just close your eyes and the pain will pass. Once the pain is over, you will have completed the transformation from a little girl to a woman...
The more he thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed. "Zhu Wuhuan, you are truly poisonous."
Zhu Wuhuan touched his cheek, which was still as delicate as ever, and sighed, "I know, Your Majesty, you have been poisoned by a poison called Zhu Wuhuan... The poison has penetrated into the heart, spleen, and lungs, and there is no medicine to cure it."
Feng Changye chuckled, "You're such a chatterbox."
He remembered what he had just heard from her and deliberately asked, "Hey, what were you thinking just now? What did you mean it's normal for a little girl of your age to have a vague affection for the opposite sex? What did you mean you were also that age? Tell me the truth, who have you secretly been attracted to behind my back?"
Zhu Wuhuan was stunned.
How did the topic get to this point?
Oh no, why is his mind as narrow as a needle tip, staring at these trivial things all day long?
She stared at him for three seconds, then decisively shirked responsibility, "No, what I meant was that my deskmate had a crush on a senior at the time, and I stepped forward to help her deliver a letter to the boy. But I didn't like anyone myself. I only liked the great Chairman Mao."
Feng Changye was skeptical, "Really? But why did I feel like what you said at that time, as if you had also been foolishly moved by someone else?"
Before Zhu Wuhuan could quibble, he frowned and muttered to himself, "You seem to have a love interest in that crappy game in the modern world, right? And now there's someone you've been naively attracted to at such a young age. Hey, I find your life quite exciting, huh? Zhu Wuhuan, let me tell you, I suddenly want my ancestors to send me to the modern world with you. I have to go and see how many people you've secretly been attracted to—"
“…” Zhu Wuhuan was speechless when he met his gaze.
What are you looking at? What’s so good about it!
Problem!
What would an ancient emperor do in the modern world? He'd be nothing more than a jobless vagrant who needed her support, a complete idiot who couldn't use a phone or computer, or ride the subway or train. If he went to a class reunion with her and saw all the men were elites and bigwigs, he'd probably be so discouraged he'd become withdrawn, right?
Furthermore, if they returned to the present world where he was still a tyrant and the skull was still in the museum, when he heard her classmates ask her if she could secretly steal the skull wine bowl and give it to them to drink, would he be so angry that he would burst into tears on the spot?
Tsk tsk, don't end up hugging her waist and crying until her clothes are soaked through with tears. How embarrassing would that be?
Thinking of this, she rolled her eyes at him, stood up and walked away. "I won't play with you anymore. I have to go to court in your place tomorrow. I have to ask Xiao'er to accompany me to see the height of the dragon throne and get familiar with it."
Feng Changye was so angry at her inner voice!
He stared at her back with a dark face, gritting his teeth, "Zhu Wuhuan, you're trying to provoke me, right? I'm telling you, I really fall for your tricks! I really want you to take me to the modern era! I'm going to make all those relationships and classmates of yours look like rubbish!"
Zhu Wuhuan didn't even stop for a moment.
Tsk, he can just go if he wants? That easy?
She refused to take him back! "Zhu Wuhuan!"
Feng Changye was filled with jealousy. He no longer cared about being sad and lonely because he was about to retire from the throne. His mind was now full of how many people his wife had secretly liked in modern times!
Haha, she used to say it nicely, that he was the first person she truly liked, and that she had never loved anyone before she met him!
How stupid he was! How could he forget that these words had another meaning - he was the first person she truly liked, and the other men were the ones she didn't truly like but had a slight attraction to her!
Look, haven’t two suspicious people appeared?
He must go and see, he wants to know everything about his wife's life in modern times!
…
At the palace gate, Feng Yuxiao and his sister turned to look at their mother, the queen, who strode out. They all pointed at their father, the emperor, and said in unison, "Mother, have you managed to comfort our father? Is he still worried about what he's going to do?"
Zhu Wuhuan raised his chin slightly, "Your father is just a donkey. It's useless to coax him. He will behave himself after a few whippings."
She lowered her voice and smiled, "I found a reason for him to be angry and jealous. He's so angry and worried about it now that he can't even think about his throne anymore."
Feng Yuxiao gave his mother a thumbs up, "You are indeed amazing, mother. You have a way to deal with father."
Ah Qiong also looked at his mother with sparkling eyes, "Mother, you are really good at controlling your husband! You are so powerful, can you teach me how to subdue Chu Yujie?"
Zhu Wuhuan patted his daughter's head and said, "Silly child, when you say 'the art of controlling a husband', the target must be a 'husband'. Your father is my husband, but Chu Yujie is not. How would I know how to subdue him?"
She looked at her daughter with pity and called Feng Yuxiao to leave.
"No one can help you, tsk tsk, just bear it slowly on your own. You have to understand that Chu Yujie has watched you grow up from a little brat. Over the years, he has become accustomed to looking at you like an elder looking at a child. He can't change his mindset overnight. You can slowly wear him down, pester him, maybe three years, maybe five years. Once he's seen you grow up long enough, maybe he'll stop treating you like a junior."
"..." Arqiong looked at her mother and brother with a sad face as they left side by side, leaving her alone here.
well.
She should go play with her fourth uncle.
The man she likes is more than ten years older than her. He treats her like a child and doesn't like her at all. It's so miserable.
The woman that Fourth Uncle likes happens to be his junior. There is a huge generation gap between them, so it is extremely difficult for them to be together.
They are a pair of miserable uncle and nephew, so miserable!
...the next day.
Before daybreak, Suqiu called Zhu Wuhuan to get up, dress and go to court.
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