Once the Queen had this thought, it was like a rising tide that could not be stopped.
Having a son can relieve you from worries.
At this moment, she couldn't help but think of the Goddess of Fertility, and then she felt amused at her own ridiculous thoughts.
Even if the Goddess of Fertility is very effective, she is already at this age, how could she be pregnant?
She had been silent since she gave birth to Fuqing. It was purely a problem with her body. You have to know that the emperor was a very disciplined person. Over the years, no matter how many young and beautiful girls there were in the harem, at least they would stay in her bedroom on the first and fifteenth days of the month.
In the past few years, they still had sexual intercourse, but it was only recently that they just slept together.
When the Queen thought about the years she had spent with Emperor Jingming, she felt regretful.
The emperor showed great favors to her, but she only gave birth to Fuqing - perhaps, this was her fate.
The queen's heart gradually grew colder.
If I can’t give birth, how can I have a son? I can’t pray to the Bodhisattva of Childbirth and one will fall from the sky, right?
Falling from the sky - the queen was suddenly stunned, as if she thought of something, and her heart began to beat wildly.
What has not yet been tasted in the sky cannot fall down!
She has no children, so why can't she pick a prince and raise him as her own?
That’s right, even if the Queen Mother knew about her idea, she would not be able to object to it. You know, that’s what the Queen Mother did in the past.
The emperor was adopted by the empress dowager, which enabled him to stand out from an ordinary prince and sit on that throne.
With this thought in mind, the queen could no longer hold back. It could be said that the conversation between the two palace maids that she overheard today broke through the window paper and made her idea completely clear.
The Queen usually seems to be a non-confrontational and good-tempered person, but in fact she is not competitive only because there is nothing to compete for. Once she makes a decision, it is different.
Before the next day, a small Buddhist temple was set up in Kunning Palace, and the deity enshrined in it was the Goddess of Childbirth.
Emperor Jingming felt quite guilty these past two days and went to Kunning Palace more frequently.
"Where is the empress?" After dealing with some political affairs that had accumulated during the New Year, Emperor Jingming came to Kunning Palace. He glanced around and did not see the empress, so he asked about the people who served the empress.
The maid hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, the Queen is praying to Buddha."
"Worshiping Buddha?" Emperor Jingming was stunned. "Where is the Queen worshipping Buddha? What Buddha is she worshipping?"
The maid replied, "The queen ordered people to clean up a small Buddhist temple, and it seems that the goddess who is worshipped is... the goddess of fertility..."
Emperor Jingming thought he had heard wrongly, and said to the palace maid, "Take me to the Empress."
The palace maid respectfully led the way and brought Emperor Jingming to the small Buddhist hall.
The small Buddhist temple is located in the side hall and is a quiet place.
Emperor Jingming stood outside the door and could faintly smell the scent of sandalwood.
He did not go in, but waited outside.
About a quarter of an hour later, the empress came out. When she saw Emperor Jingming, she was stunned for a moment and then hurriedly saluted.
Emperor Jingming reached out his hand to support the empress and asked curiously, "I heard from the palace maid that you were praying to Buddha?"
"Um."
"Which Bodhisattva are you worshipping?" Although he already knew the answer from the palace maid, Emperor Jingming still couldn't believe it.
The queen said calmly, "The Goddess of Childbirth."
"Ahem..." A coughing sound came, making Emperor Jingming burst into tears. After a while, he recovered and said, "Didn't you not want to pay your respects before? Why did you change your mind?"
The queen lowered her eyes, her face slightly red. "I have thought about it and I think what the emperor said makes sense. If we often pray to the Bodhisattva, even if we can't pray for anything else, we can at least pray for a child."
"Cough, cough, cough!" Emperor Jingming coughed even more urgently and almost choked.
He really had no intention of asking the queen to have a child. They were an old couple, and even if the queen wanted to, he was powerless.
No, we still can't let the Queen daydream.
"Queen, I think it's better to ask for other things. Isn't it a bit difficult for the Bodhisattva to ask for a child?"
The queen's face darkened: "Your Majesty, are you saying that I can't have children?"
Having said this, the queen's eyelashes trembled and a line of tears fell.
Emperor Jingming was stunned.
Crying, making a fuss, and then hanging herself, this is not like the style of a queen.
However, thinking about what happened to Princess Fuqing, Emperor Jingming felt guilty: It seemed that the empress was hurt by Fuqing's incident, so it would be better not to provoke the empress.
As an emperor, he had little experience in coaxing women, so he could only say dryly: "I don't mean that. If the queen likes to worship the Goddess of Childbirth, then go ahead. Who knows, sincerity may work."
The queen wiped her tears, wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, and smiled, "I think so too."
There was no way to stay in Kunning Palace anymore, so Emperor Jingming found an excuse and fled.
After that, he did not dare to go to Kunning Palace for several days until the Empress sent someone to invite him.
Emperor Jingming would certainly not refuse the empress's invitation. Thinking that the empress, who had always been stable and dignified, should have adjusted her mood after these few days, he leisurely came to Kunning Palace.
The queen was still in the small Buddhist temple.
Emperor Jingming waited patiently, and it didn't take long before the empress came out.
The emperor and empress sat down and started chatting with a cup of hot tea.
"Your Majesty, have you found out who is behind Fuqing's murder?"
Emperor Jingming paused and touched his nose.
Would the Queen still chat? If there had been any progress, he would have told her long ago. As for seeing the Queen's tears, he hid for several days.
To put it bluntly, I still feel guilty.
After a moment of silence, Emperor Jingming smiled and said, "We are still investigating. Your Majesty, please don't be anxious."
The Queen sighed softly: "If it was me who was in danger, it would be fine. There is no point in urging the Emperor. But it is Fuqing who is in danger. These days, whenever I close my eyes, I think of the night of the Lantern Festival. I can't sleep at all..."
The faint sandalwood scent from the empress lingered around his nose, as if he was in a Buddhist temple. Without thinking too much, Emperor Jingming comforted her, "If you feel uneasy, just follow the example of the seventh son's wife and worship the Bodhisattva more often."
If you pray to the Bodhisattva and seek peace of mind, you won’t have any random thoughts. Most women are like this.
Emperor Jingming was just thinking about it when he noticed that the empress looked hesitant.
"What's wrong?"
The queen lowered her eyes and stared at her round and smooth nails, and whispered: "Your Majesty, I had a dream last night--"
Emperor Jingming's eyelids suddenly twitched, and he had the urge to run away.
Seeing that Emperor Jingming did not respond, the Queen glanced at him.
Emperor Jingming had no choice but to ask, "What did the Queen dream about?"
The queen smiled faintly: "It's strange to say, the Goddess of Childbirth came to me in my dream last night and gave me a reminder."
"remind?"
"Yes, maybe it's because I have been childless for many years. The Goddess of Childbirth said that the grace of raising a child is no less than the grace of giving birth, and adopting a son is the same."
Emperor Jingming was stunned, and it took him a while to find his voice: "Empress, what do you mean--"
The queen smiled and said, "The Goddess of Childbirth appeared and gave me guidance. Your Majesty, I would like to register a prince under your name. What do you think?"
Emperor Jingming: “…”
He must have been possessed by some evil spirit a few days ago and persuaded the Queen to worship the Bodhisattva. I wonder if it is too late to demolish the small Buddhist temple now?