Is it Ling Rong?
Sun Miaoqing was somewhat surprised when she heard this, after all, An Lingrong's voice had not been trained by the Empress and she did not have the aura of the late Empress Chun Yuan.
But thinking about it, it's not so strange. Cultivation shapes one's temperament, and living environment shapes one's body; literary cultivation, in particular, nourishes one.
An Lingrong's current temperament and demeanor are no longer like before, when she dared not look people in the eye and gave people a submissive feeling.
The chubby orange cat is attracted to a peerless beauty who is well-versed in poetry and literature, and a soulmate whose interests and hobbies align with his.
An Lingrong was very perceptive and probably noticed this as well. It wouldn't be difficult for her to please the emperor.
However, it seems there's going to be another mess with Consort Hua...
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Hall of Mental Cultivation
The sound of the zither drifted out from the cracks in the doors and windows.
The sound of the zither appeared and disappeared, sometimes high and sometimes low, as if on the top of a mountain, clouds and mist drifted and swirled, moving with the wind, ever-changing.
The chubby orange cat stood by the window, tilted its head back, gently closed its eyes, and quietly appreciated the music of "High Mountains and Flowing Water."
An Lingrong stopped after playing about a third of the score.
"Does Your Majesty think I have learned well these past few days?"
The chubby orange cat opened its eyes and nodded in satisfaction. "Very good."
"Although Rong'er started a little late, she is very talented. She has learned to play like this in just a few days, which makes me look at her with new respect."
An Lingrong's face beamed with a bright smile, clearly delighted to have received his affirmation.
"That's all thanks to His Majesty's excellent teaching. With just a little guidance, I suddenly understood everything."
"It's easy to play 'High Mountains and Flowing Water', but difficult to play it well. Even if I practiced in secret for a month, I still couldn't catch up with the Emperor's guidance in just a few days."
"It is clear that Your Majesty is a good teacher and helpful friend to me!"
The chubby orange was quite pleased with himself, thinking that An Lingrong was nothing more than the daughter of a county magistrate, who was not even of high rank.
For the previous sixteen years, he had not received any proper education, and he didn't even remember that there was such a person in the palace.
Unexpectedly, even someone from a humble family has her merits. Not only is she exceptionally gentle in temperament, a rarity in the imperial harem, but she is also remarkably studious.
This made the frustration and self-doubt that Da Pang Ju had felt these past few days while teaching Hong Shi vanish.
He said that if he could sit firmly on the throne, what did teaching these things matter?
Hongshi's poor academic performance was due to his lack of talent, unstable temperament, and desire for fun, not because of any problem with his teaching!
Thinking of this, the chubby orange cat couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "My son is unworthy of me..."
He was so wise and resourceful, how come his sons were all so disappointing!
What a tiger father and his dog son!
“Rong’er is both intelligent and diligent. With just a few words of guidance, you can learn by analogy.”
"Unlike Hongshi, who was born a blockhead, of all people to take after, he had to resemble his mother. It's such a struggle for me to teach him..."
"If Hongshi had half your intelligence, I would have much less to worry about."
It seems that when it comes to educating children, emperors and ordinary people are no different.
Heaven did not bestow upon him any further blessings or grant him any good fortune or wish fulfillment simply because he proclaimed himself emperor and was given a noble birth.
An Lingrong said, "The Third Prince is the Emperor's eldest son, so of course he is of noble character. It's just that the Third Prince is still young now, so it will be better when he is a few years older."
"The palace has only had the Third Prince for a long time, which inevitably makes him lonely. Once the Fifth Prince returns to the palace, His Majesty will have many more princes born in the future."
“With his brothers by his side, the Third Prince will also show the demeanor of an elder brother in front of his younger brother, and will be more composed than he is now.”
Big Fat Orange really wanted to agree with An Lingrong's point of view, but he knew very well that it would be difficult for him to improve.
They say you can tell what a person will be like at three years old. He should say that Hongshi and Consort Qi are indeed mother and son, their eyes are exactly the same, clear yet foolish.
However, he was still his own son, and he knew in his heart that Hongshi's life would probably be like this.
But emotionally, since he is her eldest son, Da Pang Ju still hopes that Hong Shi can live up to expectations.
"I hope so..."
The chubby orange cat suddenly became sad and said heartbrokenly,
"I had just ascended the throne when Consort Xin's child was lost, followed by Consort Fang's child. Only Wen Yi was born safely."
"I thought Consort Cheng would give me a prince, but unexpectedly, something unexpected happened."
"If I had a few more princes, I wouldn't have to worry about Hongshi."
Seeing Da Pang Ju's expression, An Lingrong realized that although she didn't usually like the Third Prince, she seemed to have no other choice and still placed high hopes on him.
Indeed, even if you don't like them, they are still your own sons. Take Emperor Wu of Jin, Sima Yan, for example; each of his nephews was young, strong, shrewd, and capable.
However, the throne was still passed to Emperor Hui of Jin, even though Emperor Hui was mentally challenged and could not bear the burden at all.
This even led to the War of the Eight Princes, during which Emperor Hui of Jin was repeatedly held hostage and imprisoned by the various princes, suffering endless humiliation.
If Emperor Wu of Jin had known that his beloved son would end up like this, would he still have insisted on passing the throne to this incapable son?
Perhaps it will happen, but only to eliminate future troubles and pave the way for Emperor Hui. They will most likely try every means to kill all the main figures involved in the War of the Eight Princes.
(Emperor Hui of Jin was the one who famously asked, "Why don't they eat meat porridge?")
An Lingrong advised, "The matter is over, Your Majesty should look forward."
"There are many sisters in the palace, and the Emperor is in his prime. Why rush things?"
Big Fat Orange thought it made sense. Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, lived to be 69 years old, but when he died, his youngest daughter was only three years old.
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