The chubby orange cat, with an air of profound mystery, calmly said, "Oh, so Consort Cheng really did stay up all night to please me."
“Those servants are so ignorant, daring to gossip about you, and even telling me that you played mahjong all night and are now catching up on sleep.”
Being exposed in public is really embarrassing...
To be honest, it could be considered a crime of deceiving the emperor, whether it was minor or major, it just depended on whether the emperor was willing to accept it.
Sun Miaoqing immediately started to whine and pout, "You're so annoying~"
"Your Majesty only knows how to bully people. You know all this and you still say such things. Are you deliberately trying to make a fool of me?"
"Your Majesty, why are you becoming so petty and narrow-minded like me?"
The chubby orange cat sighed deeply and said, "My beloved concubine, you've truly broadened my horizons..."
"I can't help but ask you, don't you feel ashamed?"
There are plenty of shameless people both inside and outside the palace, and many are willing to lower themselves and act subserviently. But someone like Sun Miaoqing is truly one he's never seen before!
From the Empress to the ladies-in-waiting living in the row houses, everyone, regardless of status, favored or unfavored, served with utmost care and caution.
She always takes the blame upon herself, constantly saying "I am guilty, I deserve to die, please forgive me."
Unlike this living ancestor in front of me, who pushes all the blame onto the emperor whenever there is a problem or responsibility!
Under the intense gaze of the chubby orange cat, Sun Miaoqing lowered her head slightly, a blush rising uncontrollably on her face.
"Although I was playing mahjong, my heart was honest. I kept thinking about how happy Your Majesty would be after eating the milk candy I made."
"People say that a prime minister's belly can hold a boat. You are the ruler of a country, so you must be very tolerant. At least you can accommodate the Yuanmingyuan."
"I won't be like those poor, pedantic scholars who like to haggle over every little thing, right?"
Sun Miaoqing lay on the lap of the fat orange tree, looking utterly pitiful.
My sister-in-law said that a smart woman not only knows how to fan a fire, but also how to put it out. Big Fat Orange is a man too, and men love seeing them looking pitiful...
The chubby orange cat, who was just enjoying himself...
What did Sun Zhuhe's wife teach him?
Feeling a little embarrassed and angry, the chubby orange-haired man pushed Sun Miaoqing off his lap.
"Alright, I have no intention of arguing with you about such trivial matters."
“In two days, after you finish your confinement period, Prince Zhuang will send Hongzhou to the palace. Hongzhou is weak and is a prince, so Princess Zhuang takes extra care of him. She doesn’t dare to restrict him too much, for fear that something might happen to him.”
"As a result, although Hongzhou is still young, he is unruly and disobedient. The Empress Dowager is old, the Empress is ill, and I am busy with state affairs, so I have no time to teach him."
"Now that you've become his mother, you'll have to put in extra effort to raise Hongzhou well."
Sun Miaoqing said confidently, "Your Majesty, rest assured, although I have never been a mother, when it comes to raising children, even if we include all the old concubines in the palace, there are few who are as experienced as me."
The chubby orange cat didn't believe it. "You have such an ability?"
Sun Miaoqing said, "Your Majesty, please don't judge people by appearances and underestimate them."
Sun Miaoqing gestured, indicating that it was about the height of a table, "When I was only this tall, I helped my sister-in-law take care of my nephews and nieces."
"When they got older, I supervised their studies. Besides the Three Character Classic and the Hundred Family Surnames, they also read and studied the works of Confucius, Mencius, and Han Feizi."
“No matter how naughty Hongzhou is, he is still just a child who hasn’t been taught yet. Teaching him is a piece of cake for me.”
The chubby orange cat was extremely surprised. "You've even read Han Feizi?"
Sun Miaoqing said proudly, "Of course, 'Bian Que Meets Duke Huan of Cai' is very famous. I have not only read it, but I can also recite it from memory."
Hearing Sun Miaoqing's confident words, Big Fatty Orange went from being skeptical to being half-believing.
However, Hongzhou was in poor health, and he never thought of letting his youngest son inherit the throne. It wouldn't be a problem for him to be a carefree prince in the future.
Even if Sun Miaoqing is unreliable, there are still so many nannies and servants taking care of the princes. When Hongzhou is older, he can appoint a tutor, and there shouldn't be any major problems.
The chubby orange said, "Since you are so confident, then I am at ease."
"You should rest well. I will come to see you again when I have time."
Sun Miaoqing asked, "Is there something wrong with His Majesty? Hasn't he stopped writing and working these past few days?"
The chubby orange said, "I invited Prince Guo to the Hall of Mental Cultivation for tea and chess. It's almost time now, and my seventeenth brother should have entered the palace by now."
Picking up his wife's brother?
Sun Miaoqing suddenly realized that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Da Pang Ju should have already met Zhen Huan in Yimei Garden last night.
Quickly grabbing the chubby orange cat's arm, Sun Miaoqing stared at him with a suspicious look.
"I heard that last night His Majesty suddenly went to Yimei Garden alone and stayed there until the end of the palace banquet."
"Didn't you encounter any pretty girls or clever palace maids?"
Big Fat Orange tugged at his arm but couldn't get it out. He said helplessly, "I just found the palace banquet boring. I saw a lot of red plum blossoms in the hall, so I decided to go to the Plum Garden to sober up on a whim."
"Flowers are everywhere in the Plum Garden, but there are no clever palace maids. Your jealousy is unreasonable."
"Is what Your Majesty said true?"
Sun Miaoqing didn't believe it. Could it be that a butterfly could simply flap its wings and wipe away the portrait hanging in Yimei Garden, with the inscription "If the wind understands my heart, please don't destroy it easily"?
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