Seeing the hesitation on Da Pangju's face, Sun Miaoqing knew that he had other ideas in mind.
"Why is Your Majesty not speaking? Is it because you are reluctant to give this butterfly piece to your concubine?"
If you dare give it to anyone else, I'll make a scene, threaten to hang myself, and torment you to death!
Big Fat Orange couldn't help but shudder. Butterflies are beautiful but short-lived, all show and no substance.
Bees are hardworking, and honey is sweet and delicious, just like Huanhuan's feelings for him. Huanhuan probably prefers the symbolism of bees to something as flashy and impractical as butterflies.
The chubby orange cat said, "How could that be? You like light blue, and this butterfly is also blue. Even if you hadn't said anything, I was already planning to give it to you."
"As for the remaining two pieces of amber, the one from the bee should be sent to Suiyuxuan, and the one from the ladybug should be sent to Yikun Palace."
Su Peisheng bowed and nodded in agreement, then took the items downstairs. Sun Miaoqing held her piece in her hand and examined it closely against the light several times.
Then she curtsied to the big, fat orange and said, "Your Majesty knew that Your Majesty loved me the most."
[At least you have a conscience; you still remember I like light blue (* / ? ＼ *)]
Big Fat Orange was secretly pleased with himself. He remembered the hobbies of all the concubines in his harem who had any status.
The Empress loves peonies, Shilan loves peonies, Consort Qi loves pink, Huanhuan loves poetry and books, Meizhuang loves chrysanthemums, and Consort Yun loves cooking...
His ability to maintain balance within the harem was also a skill he possessed as emperor.
After laughing, Big Fat Orange got down to business.
“Hongzhou is six years old now. He looks quite healthy, but he is still not as strong as his two older brothers.”
"I'm not comfortable letting him move to the Prince's Residence alone. I'm thinking of letting him stay by your side for another two years. What do you think?"
Sun Miaoqing was not very willing. Seven or eight-year-old boys are full of energy and are disliked by everyone, even dogs don't want to talk to them.
Hongzhou is becoming increasingly difficult to fool. He keeps bothering her every day, asking why. Does he really think that his mother is omnipotent and knows everything?
Having raised her for so many years, Sun Miaoqing naturally adored her eldest son. But even mothers need time to breathe, don't they?
She had already planned it out. Once the person was sent to the Prince's residence, she would have Hongzhou bother his two older brothers. With Qiangwei watching over them and the nannies taking care of them, they would be safe.
Once the formal lessons begin, the daily homework will be supervised by others, and the results will be checked by the chubby orange.
She would then spend an hour and a half each day bringing Hongzhou some of his favorite snacks to play with and exercise with him.
This way, the hardship of studying would not affect their mother-son relationship, nor would it delay Hongzhou's education.
But if they were still living in Chuxiu Palace, their daily homework would be...
Sun Miaoqing said, "The Emperor is right, but the imperial physician said that Hongzhou has been well cared for over the years and is no different from an ordinary child."
"With Rose and the nannies watching over me, I will go there every day, so there won't be any problems."
"I was thinking that Hongzhou is of school age now. He should spend more time with his two elder brothers. Although they are at different paces, they can help each other improve."
"If you were still by my side, I couldn't bear to see you working so hard from dawn till dusk. You would then say that a doting mother spoils her son, and you would give us a hard time and speak to us in a very unfriendly tone."
"Besides, the ancestral rules are here. If those noble ministers find out, they will definitely say that I am spoiled by the emperor's favor and that I am a seductive vixen. They will say that our Fifth Prince is swayed by women, which is very unpleasant to hear."
The Qing Dynasty princes studied exceptionally hard. It was said that they studied from 5 a.m. to 3 p.m. every day, but because they had to go to study earlier, they had to arrive at 4 a.m.
There was no lunch break after lunch; Emperor Kangxi studied so hard that he vomited blood.
And there are only five days of vacation a year...
Since the Empress stopped allowing people to pay their respects at Jingren Palace every morning and evening, and her status has risen higher and higher, she has been sleeping until she naturally wakes up almost every day.
Making her get up at three in the morning every day to take Hongzhou to the Imperial Study is practically killing her!
【If you dare make me get up earlier than the rooster every day, squinting as I take Hongzhou to school, and it affects our mother-son relationship, then I'll bring him to the Hall of Mental Cultivation every day to study, and you'll have to tutor him with his homework!】
Big Orange pursed his lips. He was almost moved by all those high-sounding excuses. In the end, it was just because he was too lazy and didn't want to get up early...
But tutoring homework?
Big Fatty Orange recalled a time when he was dissatisfied with Consort Qi's incompetence. She spent her days being jealous and resentful, instead of focusing on educating the children.
That's why the Third Prince is such a disobedient son; at such an old age, all he's done is grow taller and nothing else.
Thinking about it, the Third Prince was his eldest son, so even if he wasn't exceptionally intelligent, he should at least be of average ability.
Therefore, he was specially summoned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and personally instructed for two months.
That period almost drove him crazy, and therefore his greatest hope for the Third Prince was that he would live a peaceful and leisurely life of wealth and leisure.
You can do whatever you want, just don't be ambitious; he can't handle that...
Although Hongzhou is clever, he is too impulsive. If he comes to see him every day, it won't be any easier than dealing with the Third Prince.
Well, the people he arranged for them were all highly learned and talented. He even had someone check that the disciples these people had taken on were also all talented individuals.
It's just introductory education; he'll definitely be able to teach Hongzhou well. If something goes wrong... he'll send all these people out to sea to educate the barbarians.
Having thought all this through, the chubby orange cat, facing Sun Miaoqing's threatening gaze, spoke directly.
“What you say makes sense. As a prince, he shouldn’t stay in the harem all the time, being too pampered.”
"Let the Imperial Astronomical Bureau choose an auspicious day. You just need to make preparations and move him there."
Sun Miaoqing smiled with satisfaction, "Your Majesty, I obey your command."
Big Fat Orange thought of Yang Zhigan's memorial, which said that Sun Wenjin was doing very well in Guangdong.
He knows when to advance and when to retreat, understands the principles of things, and is even humble enough to chat and laugh with the dockworkers. He is a promising talent.
I was thinking of talking to Sun Miaoqing to cheer her up. But suddenly a wave of dizziness hit me, followed by a headache.
He was in so much pain that he clutched his head tightly with both hands, his whole body trembling violently, and he kept shrinking under the chair.
"My head... hurts so much!"
In the struggle, the tablecloth was pulled, and the tea set fell directly to the ground, spilling tea everywhere.
Seeing this, Sun Miaoqing quickly stepped forward to support him, wanting to call Su Peisheng in, but then remembered that Su Peisheng had just gone to deliver something and probably hadn't returned yet. So she shouted,
"Quickly, summon the imperial physician!"
Xiazi was the first to rush in, followed by several people who had been serving in the hall.
This wasn't the first time this had happened. The one who was fastest turned around and went to fetch the imperial physician. The others anxiously carried the big, fat orange cat to the bed.
Big Orange's head was throbbing with pain, making it difficult for him to even utter a single word, but he still managed to manage to utter a few words.
"Golden... Pill!"
"Give me... the Golden Elixir!"
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