[Am I being that obvious? Big Fat Orange noticed something was wrong right away. He's becoming more and more like a mind reader, so good at reading people?]
Big Fat Orange was secretly pleased with himself. He was the emperor, what was there that he couldn't see?
Even if he couldn't hear what the fairy was thinking, he could guess the gist of it.
"Your Majesty, do you mean I can only come to you when I have something important to say?"
"You've been staying alone in Jiuzhou Qingyan for many days, and you won't let us come over. I miss you so much."
After saying that, she grabbed the big, chubby orange's arm with both hands and shook it. Her little mouth was pouting, and she looked aggrieved, looking more and more like Shuhe.
Big Fatty Orange had been holding Xing'er, who weighed over 30 pounds, for a while. She was already quite limp, and with Sun Miaoqing shaking her like that, she felt her temples throbbing violently again.
One woman can be as good as five hundred ducks, and Sun Miaoqing, this vixen, is so powerful, she can be as good as at least two thousand.
Su Peisheng, that lackey, is usually quite considerate, but now he's like a block of wood, not even bothering to protect his master.
"Alright, you're giving me a headache. Just tell me what you want, and as long as it's not excessive, I'll grant your wish."
Sun Miaoqing said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, it's not excessive at all."
Upon hearing this, the chubby orange cat felt even more that this was no small matter.
"Tell me, if it were truly a trivial matter, would you need to come to me for help?"
Sun Miaoqing said, "Why is Your Majesty so distrustful? In the two years I've been in the palace, when have I ever caused you any trouble?"
Big Fat Orange felt his head hurt even more than before. When had he ever made things difficult for him? Ever since this fairy entered the palace, she had never made things easy for him.
Taking in a concubine is more exhausting than raising a bunch of children. If we used her skin to build the Great Wall, would we still fear the invasions of those northern tribes?
Such shamelessness would put even the most unscrupulous merchants in death row to shame.
Big Fat Orange gave a light snort; Xing'er's portion was a bit heavier today.
I've already spoken to the kennel and told them to feed it less these next few days and take it out for walks more often. Otherwise, if it gets too obese, it will affect its lifespan.
It was all for naught; these concubines must have been feeding him too much. He could barely hold her after only a short while.
Pulling his arm out, the chubby orange dog placed Xing'er on the stone table next to him, then sat down on a stool and slowly stroked the dog's head.
"If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it. I'm not one to meddle in other people's business."
You don't care at all about your son's affairs, and you consider this nothing?
Big Fat Orange felt a chill run down its spine and immediately took it seriously, straightening its posture considerably.
Is it related to Hongzhou? He hasn't reached the age for formal education yet.
Just as she was thinking about how to ask, she heard Sun Miaoqing think to herself,
[Poor little Hongli, left in the garden for so many years, it makes no difference whether he has an imperial father or not.]
[No, given his bullying situation, he might actually be better off without his father.]
Big Fat Orange's eyelids drooped, completely concealing the cold glint in his eyes.
Knowing full well that this is a stain on his reputation, he still insisted on bringing it up with him; he just knows how to be overly kind.
As for Hongli being bullied, the chubby orange cat was even more unhappy. No matter how unpopular he was, he was still his son.
He, as the emperor, could disregard it, but how dare others bully the princes? Where does that leave him, the emperor?
Sun Miaoqing seemed oblivious to the unease in Da Pang Ju's heart, and continued speaking.
"It's not a trivial matter; it's about the Fourth Prince. I heard that because the Emperor doesn't like him, even the palace maids and eunuchs dare to treat him badly."
"A prince, who should be living a good life, is not as well off as a nobleman. Not to mention hiring famous teachers to teach him, he doesn't even have a decent calligraphy model to practice his writing."
"Fortunately, Ling Rong discovered it and thought it was really inappropriate, so she gave him a good scolding, which made him feel better."
The hand that was originally stroking the dog's head had been withdrawn by the chubby orange cat at some point.
Everyone in the palace knew that he disliked the Fourth Prince at all and never dared to mention him in front of him, but this vixen just loved to meddle.
Consort Yu was the same; she didn't dare to talk to him herself, so she sent the vixen over. He said that there was no such good sisterhood in the harem; he had seen the fate of the Empress Dowager's good sisters back then.
“Since it was Consort Yu who discovered it, why didn’t she come to tell me? Instead, you came and made a fuss.”
"If I dislike the Fourth Prince, that's my business. If a servant misbehaves, someone will deal with him."
Sun Miaoqing said, "Lingrong is timid and wouldn't dare to come over and mention these things to you. She only talks to me privately."
"I was thinking, in your vast land, only three seedlings have grown. We can't let anyone damage them."
"We still need to find a mother to take care of the child, otherwise, what if he grows up badly without anyone to discipline him?"
"It will be too late once the child grows up and their personality changes. You'll be even more worried then."
"I was putting myself in your shoes. If it were someone else's child, I wouldn't care if he or she turned out badly!"
If anyone else pesters him to say these things, he will definitely send them back to his palace and lock them up for three to five months before he can calm down.
However, in Sun Miaoqing's case, Da Pang Ju had long since gotten used to her yelling and unreasonable behavior over the past two years.
Through repeated tests and tolerance, Big Fatty Orange's tolerance for Sun Miaoqing far exceeded that for all the others combined.
Finding a foster mother for Hongli wouldn't be a problem. Even if he returned to the palace, he would live in the Prince's quarters and wouldn't bother him.
However, we can't agree too easily, otherwise they'll definitely escalate the situation next time. If it happens every time, that'll be unacceptable!
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