After a few busy days, Shu Chengfeng came to visit the Empress and found that she was living a very comfortable life.
They've gotten rid of everything they could.
When he arrived, he saw Yan Nangui painting.
She hasn't had time to paint in a long time.
What is being drawn?
"It's nothing, sit down for a while, I'll be almost finished drawing."
Upon hearing this, Shu Chengfeng sat down without rushing over to look.
As Yan Nangui painted, she laughed and said, "I was thinking that if I painted Princess Jiahe's husband, wouldn't His Majesty be furious?"
"Then I'll have someone give him a pot of wine, and that will settle things once and for all." Shu Chengfeng knew she couldn't possibly be the one who painted that person; she was just saying it casually.
The wild geese returned south and laughed.
After laughing, I slowly finished this painting, which had been taking me a long time to complete.
After finishing the drawing, she washed her hands and asked the maids to bring it to Shu Chengfeng to see.
It's still a painting of him.
It was on the day he left the palace, he was wearing a crimson robe. This is what he looked like when he was getting off the carriage.
Shu Chengfeng frowned and examined the painting closely...
Just as he was about to disembark from the carriage, the curtain opened, revealing a woman's figure vaguely inside. He couldn't see clearly, but a crimson gold tassel was faintly visible.
Just by looking at the tassels, you can tell that the people in the car are no ordinary people.
On that day, he wore a crimson robe, a golden crown to bind his hair, and a golden crown belt.
He was smiling, as if he was saying something.
What were we talking about back then?
Shu Chengfeng suddenly remembered something, and he joked that he would carry her down on his back.
"Why are you frowning?" Yan Nangui asked curiously.
"No, I was just thinking, how come you are so good at drawing? No one in this world dares to draw me in this pose."
"You're so annoying. We've been together for almost twenty years. And you still have to spout this nonsense. What do you mean no one dares, no one dares? I dare!" Yan Nangui waved his hand: "Put it away and frame it properly."
They collected the incense sticks and took them away.
Shu Chengfeng shook his head: "I am just surprised."
"My hands are sore from drawing, but it's all worth it to receive a compliment from His Majesty." Yan Nangui sat down.
Shu Chengfeng took her hand and massaged it: "I really can't bring myself to tell you not to paint anymore. It would be a pity if you didn't paint. I've seen so many portraits, but I've never seen one that paints better than you."
Yan Nangui leaned against him: "So you said why be an empress? If it weren't for Bao'er, I would have been a concubine, minding my own business, and the most important thing I did every day was to pay my respects. I could have just played around the rest of the time. But you said I had to give birth to a child... It's all your fault."
Shu Chengfeng paused, unsure of what to say for a long time.
He pinched her angrily: "Everything you say sounds so abnormal. Having children is such a good thing! If it weren't for your health problems, you would have had more than one child, you would have had three or five by now."
"I'm glad I'm not feeling well." Three or five of them, just thinking about it is terrifying.
In fact, in Shu Chengfeng's harem, the former Empress, Consort Jing, Lady Luo, and now Consort Mei Hui are all normal.
If you have sex, you're bound to get pregnant and have a baby.
On the contrary, it is less likely that Consort Xiangxian and people like herself will be able to conceive.
The former is congenital, while the latter is due to physical damage.
But ironically, the emperor had previously favored Consort Xiang, and later himself, both of whom were infertile, yet they were the most favored.
If the late empress hadn't been empress and hadn't miscarried, she probably would have given birth to more than three children.
"What are you thinking about?" Shu Chengfeng looked down at her.
"I think about your children. I remember you first favored Consort Xiang, and then me. If you had favored someone else, I'm afraid you would have more children than you have now."
"What's the point of having so many? There's plenty." Shu Chengfeng pulled her up and moved to another spot.
He told her to sit down, then lay down and rested his head on her lap: "Now that the princes are all grown up, their ambitions have also grown. There's constant pressure from outside to establish a crown prince, and they themselves can't stay calm anymore."
“Weren’t you the same when you were a child? Princes, you’re too close to that position. It’s easy for ambition to grow. Having ambition is a good thing.” Yan Nangui removed his hair ornament.
Shu Chengfeng has been busy and tired over the years, and there are fine lines around her eyes, but her hair is still very beautiful.
There was no gray hair either.
However, everyone is busy, so there are very few times like today when we can relax.
Yan Nangui asked someone to bring a comb, and then combed Shu Chengfeng's hair, smoothing and smoothing it.
Shu Chengfeng closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.
He remembered that Yan Nangui used to like playing with his hair.
I want to play all the time. Before I entered the palace, although we fought and schemed against each other every day.
Life isn't actually that easy.
But it seems that things are still different after becoming emperor.
I was nervous at the time, but I also felt more at ease.
Things were different after he became emperor.
Fortunately, it's alright.
Everyone around me has changed, but at least Yan Nangui hasn't.
She is still the same person who dares to speak her mind, dares to act, and is free-spirited.
The hand that landed on his hair tickled him a little, but mostly felt comfortable.
Yan Nangui is different, unlike any other woman. She's like the blazing sun, always energizing you no matter the time.
Like the bright moon, it exists there without vying for attention, yet no one can ignore it.
Lost in thought, he drifted off to sleep.
When Yan Nangui had had enough fun, he saw that the person was asleep, so he slowly got up and put him down.
After walking a few steps and pausing, I thought, "I miss my child a little while she's not here. Oh well, I'll have something nice for lunch."
"The Seventh Princess is doing well in the palace. It wasn't until this morning that they sent word. She goes to the training ground to play every day after class and seems to be having a lot of fun."
Yan Nangui nodded. Indeed, that child wasn't the kind who couldn't live without his parents.
Life in the lotus garden was very pleasant; every day was easy and relaxing.
After resting in the south, the wild geese had no choice but to take charge of affairs again.
However, most of the mess in the palace was still left to others.
When he was with the emperor, he read many memorials requesting the establishment of a crown prince.
The people below were all different kinds: some were weeping, some were earnest, and some were fearless.
In short, the core idea is that the empress has been established, and His Majesty has been on the throne for more than ten years, so it's time to establish a crown prince.
Shu Chengfeng remained silent, but he would eventually have to respond.
Seeing her looking at those things, Shu Chengfeng asked, "Do you have any thoughts on this?"
"No." Yan Nangui tossed the document aside. "I can't control that. We'll talk about it later."
That's what she said, but she was also thinking about it.
Now that the eldest prince has gotten married, he has gradually gained some prestige in the court.
At least his ministers have started mentioning him and praising him.
The second prince was a little short, but the third prince had already made a name for himself.
The princes are all working hard to cultivate their power, and it's inevitable that they will have private interactions with court officials.
In May, something happened in the palace.
Consort Rong has passed away in the palace.
Shu Chengfeng was shocked: "How could someone who was perfectly healthy just suddenly be gone?"
"Your Majesty, it was...it was suicide..." Yun Ji was also puzzled. What kind of talk was this? Suicide?
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