Upon seeing Yuan Yao, all the court officials felt a jolt of unease.
Why has the Empress arrived?
So, she heard them talking?
All the ministers straightened their expressions and bowed respectfully.
"Your humble servant pays respects to Your Majesty the Empress..."
Yuan Yao smiled and said, "No need for formalities."
She stood outside the main hall, smiling brightly as she looked at Yun Chan on the dragon throne, and winked slightly.
Yun Chan couldn't help but smile.
Naughty.
Yun Chan glanced at A Qi.
Ah Qi understood and called out, "Court adjourned..."
Yun Chan stood up and walked towards Yuan Yao.
Without any hesitation, in front of all the court officials, he gently grasped Yuan Yao's hand and said affectionately, "Let's go."
Yuan Yao nodded with a smile: "Mm."
The two walked hand in hand slowly away from Taixiang Hall.
Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, one minister wiped away a cold sweat and said, "Your Majesty and Your Majesty the Empress are truly a match made in heaven."
"Hehe..." someone said sarcastically, "I remember that Lord Song has a daughter who has just turned 14."
I heard from Madam Song that your daughter is destined to become a concubine in the palace.
Upon hearing this, Lord Song immediately became so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at his daughter: "Lord Qin, don't talk nonsense and ruin my daughter's reputation!"
My daughter is already engaged, and the engagement will be held in a few days!
Nearby, someone leaned over and asked in a sarcastic tone, "Lord Song, whose young master is this, to be so lucky?"
Lord Song gave a cold laugh, flicked his wide sleeves, and said, "Farewell!"
After saying that, he strode out of the Taixiang Hall.
Inside the hall, the discussions did not stop.
After walking a long way, Yuan Yao finally let go of Yun Chan's hand, looking at him with a half-smile.
Yun Chan smiled, letting her look at him with an open and honest expression.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Yuan Yao asked.
Upon hearing this, Yun Chan asked in return, "What does Yao'er want to hear?"
Yuan Yao asked, word by word, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that these old ministers were so stubborn?"
Why have I been bearing all this pressure alone all this time?
Upon hearing this, Yun Chan did not answer her immediately.
His eyes were gentle as he gazed at her quietly for a moment before replying, "I can handle these things; there's no need for you to worry about them."
You just need to stay by my side and think about how to stay in bed longer, what dress to wear, what jewelry to wear, what to eat, and where to go for a walk every day...
Yuan Yao listened, her heart softening.
Thinking about it carefully, she really didn't have much to worry about after marrying Yun Chan.
If I had to name one, it would probably be during festivals or holidays when some effort was needed to prepare imperial banquets...
Normally, all she knows is eating, drinking, and having fun.
Thinking about it this way, I feel so guilty!
Yuan Yao took a step forward and threw herself into Yun Chan's arms, letting out a soft sigh.
With the soft, fragrant jade in his arms, Yun Chan's eyes deepened.
His Adam's apple bobbed, a smile playing on his lips, and he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Yuan Yao wrapped her arms around his waist, looked up and said, "I used to think you were small and fragile, and that I needed to protect you."
Upon hearing this, Yun Chan couldn't help but chuckle.
He lowered his head and gently brushed the tip of his fair and high nose against Yuan Yao's small and delicate nose: "What gave you the illusion that I am younger than you?"
Yuan Yao, I'm four years older than you.
A cool touch came from the tip of her nose, and Yuan Yao couldn't help but shiver. She laughed so hard that her hand trembled slightly: "Yun Chan, how do you know that you are definitely older than me?"
Perhaps my soul is decades older than yours?
soul?
Yun Chan's eyelashes trembled as they swept across Yuan Yao's delicate and straight nose.
He smiled and asked softly, "Could it be that my Yao'er is a possessed person? Someone who came from decades ago?"
Possession?
Yuan Yao was shocked: "Yun Chan, how do you know the term 'body snatching'?"
Yun Chan raised an eyebrow: "Do you think I spent my days memorizing the Analects and the Thirty-Six Stratagems when I was studying at the Academy of Chinese Learning?"
Yuan Yao's eyes widened: "So, you've been burying yourself in storybooks all day?"
Yun Chan smiled without saying a word.
Yuan Yao pursed her lips and muttered softly, "I never knew you read storybooks. It seems you have quite a broad knowledge base..."
In storybooks, those who possess other people's bodies all come from decades ago. Aren't there any from thousands of years ago?
"Hmm?" Yun Chan looked at her intently.
Yuan Yao: "..."
Oops!
It seems she said something she shouldn't have.
Seeing her guilty look, Yun Chan looked at her carefully: "Yao'er".
"Hmm?" Yuan Yao's eyes started darting around.
Her eyes were dark and bright, and her face looked soft because of her slightly puffed cheeks.
Even though she's married and an empress, she's still as adorable as a little baby.
Yun Chan resisted the urge to pinch her cheek, a smile playing on her lips, and whispered, "Thank you."
Thanks?
Yuan Yao looked at him with some surprise.
Yun Chan continued, "Thank you for meeting me after thousands of years, thank you for liking me, thank you for marrying me."
Yuan Yao: "!!!"
She was so startled she almost exploded, and hurriedly pulled away from Yun Chan's embrace.
"What's wrong?" Yun Chan asked with a smile.
His voice was clear and pleasant to the ear.
Yuan Yao instantly became much more alert.
She coughed lightly, a hint of guilt in her voice, "Nothing much, it's just... lunchtime's over, I'm so hungry, let's hurry back!"
"Okay." Yun Chan chuckled.
Yuan Yao lifted the hem of her skirt and strode forward.
After walking a few steps, she started jogging.
Her dress was somewhat elaborate, with light gold silk thread tied around the hem, making her radiant as she ran.
And the pearls and jade ornaments adorning her black hair jingled sweetly.
Even from behind, she looks exceptionally charming and radiant...
Looking at Yuan Yao's retreating figure, Yun Chan's heart softened completely.
With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?
Yun Chan took a long stride and chased after Yuan Yao.
At the entrance of Taixiang Hall, several heads peeked out, one on top of the other, craning their necks to look outside.
Some people couldn't help but sigh, "The Emperor and Empress have such a good relationship. When I was young, my wife and I had a similarly good relationship."
A voice said in a sarcastic tone: "Speaking of which, congratulations to Lord Qian. I heard that you recently took your seventh concubine."
I heard that the sixth concubine just gave birth to Qian's eleventh daughter.
Congratulations, Mr. Qian! Double happiness!
"puff……"
Some people couldn't help but laugh out loud.
For a moment, Lord Qian's old face turned red and white.
He is nearly fifty years old and has more than a dozen daughters, but he has not been able to have a son.
The older he got, the more he wanted a son.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned...
At this moment, a young man in black holding an apple came out of Taixiang Hall, took a bite of the apple with a cold expression, and said: "Crunch!"
Caught off guard, the group of people were startled.
Lord Qian, still fuming from his humiliation, rebuked without thinking, "Where did this brat come from? How dare he blatantly enter and leave the important place where the court holds meetings?"
Po Yue: "..."
He took a bite of his apple: "I'm here on the Emperor's orders to inspect the palace's security. Is there a problem?"
Upon hearing this, Lord Qian's legs went weak.
"Tsk..." Po Yue looked down at Lord Qian, a smirk playing on his cold face: "I heard you can't have a son?"
Lord Qian: "..."
"Tsk..." Po Yue continued, "Isn't it your problem that you can't have a son?"
Taking a concubine is useless.
When we get home later, I'll have your wife arrange for you to take a few new husbands.
After saying that, he munched on an apple and swaggered out of the Taixiang Hall.
Watching Po Yue's retreating figure, Lord Qian trembled with rage: "Who...who is he? He's utterly outrageous!"
"Broken Moon?" someone said.
"The Empress's attendant?" someone exclaimed in surprise. "Why does his face always look different every time he appears?"
Suddenly, a cold, deep voice came from behind: "Disguise."
The ministers turned around and looked at the man in court robes, with an ordinary face and an exceptionally tall stature: "And who are you?"
When did they have such a colleague?
Then the man replied, "Remnant Wind."
A lingering wind?
Even Canfeng doesn't look like this!
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Canfeng raised his hand and brushed it across his face, revealing a handsome and aloof expression: "Phew, court is truly tiring. See you tomorrow, gentlemen."
After saying that, he left.
The ministers: "???"
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