He looked over and saw a large table at the head of their bed, piled high with memorials.
Qian Yeming had just been reviewing memorials while accompanying her on the bed.
Murong Xiao felt a pang of guilt. On the first day of her Ming's official ascension to the throne, not only had she failed to offer any assistance, but she had actually wasted his time.
Since ancient times, which emperor, when he was not ill or in trouble, would review memorials in bed?!
"What's wrong?" Seeing that his wife was constantly distracted, Qian Yeming stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her, and then called her soul back again.
"Nothing." Murong Xiao shook his head, feeling a little empty in his stomach. He looked at the sun that was about to set outside, frowned, and asked, "What time is it now?"
"Three quarters past three in the afternoon."
"What?" Murong Xiao almost jumped up: "It's already evening?"
She remembered that she had just finished breakfast when she went to the pavilion for a nap, but she actually slept from morning till night! This... this was the first time in history!
Qian Yeming looked at Murong Xiao, who was looking surprised and bewildered, a glint in his eyes. Then he smiled and said, "Maybe you've been too tired these past few days." He then caressed Murong Xiao's hair lovingly and ordered the palace servants to serve the meal immediately.
Although the imperial chef in the palace is different from the chef in the Prince's Mansion, Qian Yeming brought the chef from the Prince's Mansion into the palace and fully integrated the advantages of both. The dishes served are truly delicious.
This made Qian Yeming, who had been waiting for Murong Xiao to eat since noon but had not woken up yet, have a great appetite.
People always need to feel hungry to appreciate the deliciousness of food.
Although he was already starving, Qian Yeming did not ask the palace maid to prepare meals for his wife himself.
"Xiao'er, try this." His wife likes to eat shrimp, so Qian Yeming immediately picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling that was made through countless steps and was exquisitely beautiful, and gave it to Murong Xiao.
Murong Xiao smiled slightly and accepted it calmly.
"How is it? Is it delicious?"
Murong Xiao nodded lightly, forcing a forced smile.
Delicious? Not at all! But considering that it was her family's Ming who fed her personally, she reluctantly nodded.
By the way, are all the meals in the imperial kitchen so unpalatable?
The maids watching were truly envious. Their emperor, once known as the sickly prince, was now in excellent health, possessing immense martial arts prowess, possessing divine beauty, and possessing a profound love for the empress. Where else in the world could one find such a good man?
The jealous maid watched as Murong Xiao, before she could even pick up her chopsticks, was already served shrimp dumplings by the Emperor. She enviously said, "Your Majesty, every dish on this table was specifically ordered by the Emperor. He said they're all your favorites. The Emperor hasn't even had lunch yet for you. Your Majesty is so lucky!"
Murong Xiao was stunned for a moment, and looked at Qian Yeming distressedly, gently scolding him: "Why are you so stupid? You haven't even eaten lunch yet?"
"The servants have been trying to persuade His Majesty for a long time, but he insists on waiting for His Majesty to have dinner together..."
"Someone come."
Before the palace maid could finish her words, Qian Yeming interrupted her coldly.
The palace maid's face changed, and she had a bad feeling in her heart.
"emperor."
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