The weather is alright right now.
Huan Yue sat at the entrance of Xuande.
No need for umbrellas overhead, just some fans around the perimeter, whatever kind of ceremonial procession it is.
This is probably the first time in history.
Of course, there are events held at the city gates, but there are gate towers on both Duanmen and Yingtianmen.
When an event is being held, the emperor is upstairs and rarely comes down. Others are downstairs, far away, and can only see the grandeur of the event, but not actually see the person.
Huan Yue's event was quite approachable; those who were close enough could see clearly that some people behind him were trying to push their way forward.
However, the Xuande Gate was guarded by Imperial Guards, and anyone who dared to make a move would likely be killed on the spot.
A lot of people have come here now; it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the excitement!
The rider on horseback and the donkey collided over there; the vegetable vendor and the charcoal buyer collided over there.
Huan Yue was quiet.
This old lady is no good; she's been exposed.
The next old lady was a fifth-rank imperial consort, a Lady Yi.
Once this pleasant air is put on, everyone else has to tremble.
A lady named Fang came to visit Fang Jieyu's family. Her husband was also a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), but at this time he was only a seventh-rank lady.
The palace maids changed her to a more comfortable stool.
Mrs. Fang was too embarrassed to sit down.
The other lady was quick-witted: "You should sit down."
Mrs. Fang, no, that's not me. How can you just pretend like that? She's educated too.
Several people offered her a seat. This was to take care of Fang Jieyu; besides, what's wrong with a small stool? There were people sitting in front of her mother-in-law who had no one to sit on.
The atmosphere here is great; I even met someone I didn't know before and we hit it off.
Huan Yuele, is this going to turn into a huge blind date or dating event?
Some people are indeed simple and generous; if they like someone, they're not in a hurry to become sworn brothers.
The charming old lady, putting on airs, said to Huan Yue, "I just want to ask..."
Huan Yue said, "You want to know how they get along so well, right? It's actually very simple: they have kind hearts and show each other courtesy. Everyone knows she's Consort Fang's sister, so there's no jealousy or fawning. Madam Fang doesn't put on airs either, as if she wants everyone to know she's Consort Fang's sister. That's the integrity of a scholar, a gentleman's uprightness. Although it's difficult for some people, you can't change the world, you can only change yourself."
Everyone around burst out laughing!
Many people are unaware that Madam Fang is Fang Jieyu's younger sister.
However, the key point of Consort Huan's words was: you can only change yourself.
An old lady laughed and said, "Isn't she always changing herself? She does whatever her mother-in-law wants. You dare to strike that pose in front of her? Consort Huan is of noble status. Who would dare to act like that here?"
The woman was unconvinced: "I'd like to ask her how she did it?"
The old lady retorted, "To be honest, you have no say in this from beginning to end. Do you think you can control everything just because you've read a few books?"
A young man chimed in, "Empress Huan has read far more books than you, so it's obviously her place to govern you!"
Someone chimed in, "Hasn't Grand Tutor Wen read many books? Does he think he can just point fingers at everyone?"
That's infuriating: "She hit someone!"
A group responded: "That's giving you face!"
"The deeper the love, the harsher the criticism!"
"If Consort Huan didn't care about you, would she still come out to see you?"
"Your Highness has made yourself clear enough; if you can't listen, that's your own problem!"
"Empress Huan has so many ordinary people to worry about, how could she have time to care about you every day?"
Although thousands of people came, the number of onlookers was no less than that, and the scene became quite noisy.
Huan Yue found it noisy.
Di Baose moved a stool and sat down on the side.
Over there, Zhu Shi came over, along with a few others.
Several more boys and girls, around ten years old, rushed over!
Di Baose remained seated.
What use is she to Madam Fang?
Di Baose remained unfazed; even these few wouldn't be enough for the Empress to kick.
The child, baring his teeth and claws, tried to grab the lady's feet. The guards dragged him away.
Just drag a few away, there's no shortage of places to lock them up. Just find a spot and lock them up anywhere, what's there to worry about?
Several mothers and grandmothers suddenly appeared!
He was wielding a kitchen knife when Huan Yue smashed him down with a mace.
They dragged all the soldiers away; actually, it wouldn't have been a problem to arrest all of them.
Huan Yue's emergence truly gave them an opportunity, but some people didn't care.
After this wave, things quieted down.
Huan Yue sat down again.
The palace maids cleaned her up; the Empress had to maintain her imposing presence, otherwise it wouldn't be worth it.
Zhu Shi's face was covered in blood, but she was still very fierce towards Huan Yue.
A palace maid came and asked, "What did your Zhu family promise them?"
Huan Yue replied, "Let's see what can sway me, and I'll work with you. Look, I'm pretty strong."
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
Well, that's just how our Lady is. What could the Zhu family possibly promise?
Zhu pointed at Huan Yue and accused him, "It was clearly you who framed my Zhu family!"
Huan Yue asked curiously, "You're a married woman, how come you weren't beaten to death by your in-laws?"
Someone replied, "Her husband's family benefited from the Zhu family."
Huan Yue asked, "What are the benefits? A prince consort? Otherwise, shouldn't she be marrying into a higher social class?"
The old lady chuckled: "She married well, but the Zhu family is even more impressive."
Huan Yue struck a pose: "I'm very curious to know what the Zhu family can promise me?"
Everyone's been led astray!
Empress? Consort Huan will be Empress from now on. The Zhu family can't offer anything else! *crying*
Everyone was anxious and felt sorry for the Zhu family that they couldn't get their hands on such a useful person as Lady Huan.
Many hands make light work: "The Zhu family can bring you fame!"
Huan Yue said, "I do not pursue fame or fortune. Whether you say it's good or bad, I am who I am."
Everyone exclaimed in unison, "Long live the Empress!"
Huan Yue had a sudden inspiration: "When it comes to gaining fame, I might as well spend money to find poor people. What do you think they'll say about me? Let's find some poor scholars."
Everyone was laughing their heads off.
Huan Yue gestured for her to be quiet and let her speak first: "If I support poor scholars to study, and they become prime ministers and nobles in the future, won't they speak well of me?"
All that remained for everyone to say was, "Long live the Empress!"
Therefore, this function of the Zhu family was rendered useless.
To be honest, if the Zhao family recovers, there will be many more people praising the Empress. What difference does it make if there is one Zhu family member or a whole group of them?
Judging from today's arrivals, the Zhu family only constitutes a minority.
The Zhu family is causing trouble; the others haven't arrived yet. There are plenty of respectable scholars in the world.
Several scholars who had passed the imperial examinations watched from the sidelines and composed poems!
Although Lady Huan was sitting outside, she had a good temperament.
Although the sage attacked the Wunu Kingdom, it didn't have much impact on the Great Zhao Kingdom; it was all just talk!
If this news were to reach the ears of a sage, it would be a significant gain.
The art style has gone completely off track.
After all the crying and wailing, finally, an old white-haired woman appeared?
Di Baose looked at the woman, who was in her forties and looked even weaker than a frail scholar, as if ten taels of silver had been stolen from her crotch. She was undeniably sleazy and difficult to talk about.
Di Baose learned to endure Xie Li's crying through sheer skill. Xie Li, that innocent little flower.
Xie Jie, that little devil, is quite a character to learn from.
This old woman in a white floral dress and simple clothes, all swaying and trembling, is unpleasant to look at.
Upon closer inspection, she does have some beauty, but she pales in comparison to the palace maids.
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