The Zichen Palace was bustling with activity for half a day.
A group of people arrived and argued incessantly about the conquest.
Xie Zhou remained silent. He would settle accounts with them one by one after he had taken Zichan Mountain.
So what if it's tangled and intertwined? Cut off all the roots! They'd have to be cut off sooner or later anyway!
If we execute him now, Father will be more at ease in the future; otherwise, he will be even less willing to act when he gets older.
The eunuchs cleaned up the palace.
Today, after changing his clothes, he returned wearing a dragon robe, which was very warm.
The eunuch came to say something lighthearted to the emperor.
He laughed heartily! Qing'e was right, it's much more satisfying to draw your own sword and start slashing!
Chopping wood gives you a sense of power, but conquering the world gives you a sense of authority! What's the point of all this bickering?
This can't be moved, that can't be moved, I can't do anything even the smallest thing, I'm practically rusting!
A palace attendant came to report: "Lady Cui has fallen ill."
The current indifference: "Haven't you been sick all along?"
So where does this come from?
The eunuch withdrew. Consort Cui still wants to feign illness; if she were truly ill, no one would care.
Today, I asked Erlang, "Will the snow stop tomorrow?"
Xie Zhou replied, "If Father Emperor says to stop, then we will stop."
He hummed in response and sat down to casually flip through the memorials.
The Lunar New Year is almost here, there are plenty of important things to do, and plenty of nonsense too. Not much worthwhile stuff to watch. Is this just how the world is?
Xie Zhou thought to himself, "Is it not with him? There's a hint of that nonsense."
If we don't look at the present situation, we'll ask: "How do those pedantic scholars plan to respond?"
"It might not be sour, it might even be quite fragrant," Xie Zhou cautiously replied. "Qing'e's 'Charity Collection' might attract a lot of attention."
He's currently unhappy: "All they know is how to rely on moths."
Xie Zhou said proudly, "I have a virtuous wife at home. Thank you, Father Emperor."
Looking at him now, his leg is no longer lame?
He's not lame. Xie Zhou's legs are perfectly fine; he can jump three feet high. Even if his wife has a bad sleeping posture, there's no need to report this to his father.
The emperor asked sternly, "When will you bring it to me to see?"
Xie Zhou wasn't sure either: "Perhaps in a few days."
Actually, some things were discussed, but we'll only know the final written version after seeing it.
Xie Zhou was optimistic because Qing'e had included a lot of things in it, which would inevitably cause controversy.
His wife said that controversy is what makes something popular!
Those pedantic scholars thought they could use this to attack, but little did they know that it would make the book popular, sell more, and earn more money.
Making money to do charity, that's quite clever.
Now the question is asked: "How is that bookkeeping?"
While reviewing the memorials, Xie Zhou replied, "They are somewhat complicated; we need to sort them out before we can take a look."
Close your eyes and think about things.
Even the eunuch who had served him for many years didn't know what he was thinking. Perhaps he was settling scores with someone, or perhaps he was thinking about the beauties in the harem.
Despite Cui's antics, the favored Qian Sha is relatively well-behaved.
No one dared to challenge Consort De, Consort Xian, or Consort Jieyu, so they were able to enjoy a rare moment of peace and quiet.
The eunuch secretly observed that the emperor looked well. As for Xie Yuzuo, as long as he wasn't treated like a son, dealing with him would be much simpler.
The eunuch thought Xie Yu was doomed. He was quite intelligent, even more so than Erlang and Silang. It was a real waste of his talent.
Xie Zhou returned to Qing'e Palace very late.
His father has gone to find beautiful women, so he's given him a ton of homework.
Xie Zhou couldn't appear too diligent, but he also couldn't be lazy; it was a difficult balance to strike.
It's all thanks to his good wife that Xie Zhou wanted to thank her when he came back.
The eunuch stopped His Highness: "Her Majesty has already retired for the night."
Xie Zhou watched as the snow continued to fall. Wasn't his wife cold? He pondered for almost fifteen minutes, but no one came out to call him.
The people in Qing'e Palace are all incredibly tactless.
Huan Yue got up early in the morning.
The palace maid shouted excitedly, "The snow has stopped!"
Feeling chilly, Huan Yue shrank back into bed.
The young palace maid had already gotten up and asked obediently, "Your Highness, are you getting up? Or can you sleep a little longer?"
After all, it was still dark; it was the Empress herself who got up early every day.
Huan Yue lay comfortably in his bed, feeling incredibly happy! Happiness is really that simple!
You should feel comfortable in bed, at least physically, and everything you see when you open your eyes should be comfortable.
Huan Yue is not poor now, but she is not extravagant.
Perhaps it's just not my destiny; I'm always worried about breaking some of these things just by having them out there.
Display only a few items, just enough to look at. Keep the rest for later; there's plenty of time.
The young palace maid tidied herself up; although it was cold, her hands and feet were warm.
A palace maid outside said, "Luo Chenghui has fallen ill, I don't know what happened to him last night."
Huan Yue, speaking from inside the house, said, "It's a self-inflicted injury scheme, a willingness to sacrifice. Let her rest peacefully in the house."
The palace maid has left. It's just illness, what's the big deal?
Many people don't use charcoal anymore. It's not like it's the dead of winter.
Did Luo Chenghui really think he had such a precious life? He was already very fortunate to be supported by others without doing any work.
If she were even slightly as content as the Empress, she would have become plump and healthy like Caiwei.
A young palace maid chatted idly with the Empress inside the room: "What is Luo Chenghui planning to do?"
Huiqing came over and said, "It's just that people will think the Empress is so heartless. Then they'll have to treat her very well, lest she die."
Huan Yue stood up.
Huiqing said, "Do we still need to practice the Eight Pieces of Brocade?"
Huan Yue nodded: "Practice diligently without ceasing."
A palace maid came to help the lady put on a thicker overcoat, which she could then take off once inside the house.
Huan Yue looked at the beautiful clothes and said, "You are all so virtuous. You each deserve a fine son-in-law."
Huiqing laughed and said, "Your Majesty, please stop talking. You might make people's hearts wander."
The palace maid chimed in, "Giving more silver would be very kind of you."
Huan Yue shook his head: "Girls shouldn't be obsessed with money. They should be detached from worldly concerns."
Everyone chatted and laughed as they came out of the house.
Everything was covered in silver, it was absolutely beautiful!
The blue of the Qing'e Palace contrasted beautifully with the white, making it look like a fairyland!
The ancient ginkgo tree remains the main attraction in the backyard.
Huan Yue thought it smelled a bit like plum blossoms? The plum blossoms there hadn't bloomed yet.
I skipped the morning routine and went to exercise first. A healthy body is addictive, not something to be wasted.
Xuanzheng Hall.
The morning court session was unusually quiet today.
Although it's still early, judging from the sky, the sun is bound to rise.
Although there will be some troubles after the snow, the sun is out! It will definitely be sunny for a few more days, which is great!
I'm in a good mood right now, sitting on the throne, observing everyone's expressions is like admiring a painting.
Even if they're well-hidden, he basically knows everything. If you were to schedule their visits, could you calculate how many more times they could come?
If one of them were to pass away prematurely, would there still be mourning and mourning rites?
Let me see which one looks like he's about to die? Someone's actually secretly watching him.
Finally, someone stepped forward and reported: "Master Fushan is seriously ill."
King Zheng awoke from his nap and exclaimed, "My days are numbered?"
Someone immediately rebuked, "King Zheng, be careful what you say!"
King Zheng regained his senses: "My grandmother bestowed blessings upon me, but who knew this old woman was neither blessed nor kind, deceiving my grandmother—her crime is unforgivable! Even if she wasn't granted the privilege of suicide, anyone with a shred of shame should have done so! Has she lived too long? Is shamelessness invincible?"
Xie Zhou followed up: "The True Man Fushan has deceived the Empress Dowager for many years, which has damaged the Empress Dowager's holy virtue. He should commit suicide to atone for his sins to the world!"
Prince Peng seconded the motion: "Let no treacherous and deceitful people dare to deceive the virtuous and good again!"
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