Zhao Wenqi ran to a spot two steps in front of He Youyou and stopped.
His expression was very complicated; he was smiling, but tears were streaming down his face.
He clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the urge to pounce.
He has grown into a twelve-year-old boy.
At this age, it's no longer appropriate to throw yourself into someone's arms.
He Youyou disregarded all of this and opened her arms to him.
The little boy could no longer hold back and threw himself into her arms, bursting into tears.
"Auntie—mmm—where did you go—waaaah—"
Behind him is Zhao Wenyi, who has already entered adolescence.
His Highness the Crown Prince has always been self-disciplined and respectful of propriety, and did not show any excessive excitement.
The only signs of emotion were her glistening, reddened eyes and her tightly pursed lips.
"Alright, alright, how old are you to still be crying? What kind of behavior is this!"
Emperor Zhao Changheng appeared outside the door.
He couldn't stand the Second Prince's whining and complaining manner, so he reprimanded him.
But as he entered, he tripped over the threshold.
The crown prince quickly helped him up.
The room was filled with people kneeling down.
Zhao Changheng pulled his younger brother up and then reached out to take the baby from his arms.
"You already have a child, why don't you come home sooner?"
Zhao Changqing's eyes were red, and he didn't know how to answer.
The whole family cried and laughed, then cried again.
The day passed noisily.
As for why the two of them disappeared for two years, Zhao Changqing could only give a vague explanation, saying that they were swept away by the water to a faraway place.
Before leaving, the Emperor held Laifu's chubby little hand and said, "Laifu, I'll have your parents bring you to your uncle's palace to play tomorrow."
He Youyou's smile was somewhat forced: "Your Majesty, perhaps it's best to forget it..."
Zhao Changheng asked, puzzled, "Why?"
"This child takes after her father and Wenqi, you know what I mean."
Zhao Changheng's expression was indescribable.
"Well... let's wait until she's a few years older before we talk about it."
"Yes, yes, I will teach you well and try to keep the destructive power to a minimum," He Youyou promised confidently.
The emperor and his family were returning to the palace.
The second prince clung to He Youyou's sleeve, reluctant to leave.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Changqing quietly said to He Youyou, "Take out those picture books from under my pillow."
He Youyou asked suspiciously, "You even peeked at Fu's picture books?"
"When I bought picture books for Laifu, I also bought a few for myself," Zhao Changqing said mysteriously, "the kind for boys."
He Youyou took out the picture books from her spatial storage.
When I took it out, wow! It even had a book cover on it; I treasured it.
Zhao Changqing took it and handed it to Zhao Wenqi.
"Take the books your uncle brought back for you and read them."
Zhao Wenqi flipped through a few pages, his pupils dilating instantly.
He opened his mouth but couldn't speak.
Zhao Changqing pushed him with her hand: "Alright, let's go, let's go, we'll see when we get back to the palace."
Zhao Wenqi held the book carefully, as if it were a precious treasure, and couldn't bear to put it down.
After seeing the family off, it was already night.
Zhao Changqing looked at Cheng Tingrui: "Master Cheng, aren't you leaving?"
Cheng Tingrui calmly replied, "I was afraid that Ali would be lonely, so I came to stay with him for a while. We agreed that I would stay until after this month."
He Youyou agreed: "It's good for you two brothers to spend more time together. Minzhi, if you don't have anything else to do, you can stay here."
After saying that, he pulled Zhao Changqing and said, "Hanzhang, come on, take the child and let's go back to the Yue Prince's Mansion."
The King of Yue's face immediately brightened, and he walked away with the child in one arm and He Youyou in the other.
Although Ah Li was reluctant, since his mother and the King of Yue had already consummated their marriage, how could he continue to cling to his mother?
Moreover, I have already come of age and will have to stand on my own two feet, start a family and build a career from now on.
A few days later, the Empress herself came to the Prince of Yue's residence.
The little princess is already over four years old, the perfect age to run around and have fun in the garden.
The Empress, watching her daughter running around, advised He Youyou, "Now that you've already given birth to a child, you can't just not give the Prince of Yue a proper title. My fourth brother told me that you find being a princess consort troublesome and that there's too much royal business..."
He Youyou understood perfectly.
It turns out that Zhao Changqing brought the Empress along as an intermediary.
The Empress continued, “Now that you’re married, I’ll select a few sensible female officials and nannies from the palace to help you with the household affairs. You won’t have to worry about anything; you can simply be a carefree princess consort. Live your life as you always have, and no one will bother you. You’re familiar with our family. Wenqi and Wenyi are children you’ve watched grow up; you’re very close to them. The Emperor and I are both easygoing; no one will make things difficult for you…”
Seeing that the Empress was about to launch into her long speech, He Youyou immediately surrendered: "I'll be, I'll be the Princess Consort, okay..."
The Empress smiled with great satisfaction.
The wedding was quickly put on the agenda.
The marriage was personally overseen by the emperor and empress, and the Ministry of Rites and the Court of Imperial Clan Affairs took it very seriously.
But as they tried to lift it, they couldn't lift it anymore.
It got stuck at the Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Observatory.
The Director of the Imperial Observatory personally matched the birth dates and times of the King of Yue and his prospective Queen of Yue.
He opened the red envelope containing the two people's birth dates and examined it carefully.
This sight was quite alarming; it almost gave me a heart attack.
Is the birth year of this prospective Queen Consort of Yue the Jia Chen year?
But this year is the Year of the Ox (Xin Chou year)...
If you calculate it, the Princess Consort of Yue is fifty-eight years old this year?!
Could there be a typo?
The year Jiaxu was written as the year Jiachen?
He immediately sent people to verify, and the Yue Prince's Mansion replied: Yes, it is Jia Chen.
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