Chapter 93 The Best Husband in the World
Ji Qingrong was the wife of the heir of the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion. She had attended many palace banquets, big and small, and naturally recognized the emperor's appearance.
She tried to mistake the man for someone else who resembled the emperor.
However, Emperor Wusu's appearance was too outstanding, and his aura was uniquely intimidating, making it difficult for her to admit her mistake.
Why is Emperor Wusu here? He seems to be looking in their direction.
Ji Qingrong thought that the emperor might have other business to attend to and had to leave the palace incognito. He just happened to see the carriage of the Marquis of Zhongyong and took a few more glances. So she sat in the carriage without moving.
Ji Qingwu walked to the car window. The window was quite high, so she had to look up to talk to the little girl.
"Did you behave well, Chiu Chiu? Did you disturb your auntie?"
Chiu Chiu shook her head, looking aggrieved, and said, "Mother, why did you go for so long? There must be a new treasure outside, hidden in this temple."
Ji Qingwu raised his hands and said, "Heaven is my witness, I have nothing else to say..."
That's not right. She does indeed have another treasure, namely Yuan Heng in the palace.
Ji Qingwu stopped speaking, wanting to find another way to express himself.
When her mother suddenly stopped speaking, the little girl's big, dark eyes instantly welled up with tears. She was extremely sad and cried loudly.
No wonder her mother hasn't been with her for several days; it turns out she really has a more obedient and beloved baby now!
The child started crying without warning, and Ji Qingwu was racking her brains trying to figure out how to explain it.
Before she could speak, Qiuqiu's crying suddenly subsided, and she looked behind her, sobbing intermittently.
A familiar fragrance lingered around her nose. Ji Qingwu turned around in slight surprise and saw a white robe embroidered with orchids.
Emperor Wusu stood at a distance, watching the mother and daughter ever since Qiuqiu emerged from the carriage. He had no intention of coming over.
They hadn't said more than a few words when the little girl started wailing with pouting lips.
Seeing him approach, Qiuqiu stopped crying, her face still glistening with tears, and stared at him intently.
Emperor Wusu asked in a deep voice, "Why are you crying?"
Ji Qingwu was too embarrassed to tell him the reason.
Ji Qingrong, inside the carriage, saw the emperor approaching through the gap in the window. She quickly helped Chunxing down from the carriage. Just as she was about to bow, Emperor Wusu didn't look in her direction, but merely raised his hand slightly, and she stepped aside.
But looking at her fifth sister, Ji Qingrong was even more surprised because she neither bowed nor greeted her.
Although the emperor was traveling incognito, he still exuded an indescribable aura of majesty and imposing presence.
But Ji Qingwu stood gently beside Emperor Wusu, watching him talk to Qiuqiu.
The two were actually standing at a respectful distance, not close together.
But Ji Qingrong felt that there was an intimacy between the two that no one else could penetrate, as if such a woman should stand beside the valiant emperor.
Chiu Chiu had a good memory. She had seen Emperor Wu Su at the palace banquet before and knew that the person in front of her was the powerful emperor who could punish people all over the world. She pouted and began to complain sadly.
“My mother has been missing for a very long time. She hid her new treasure in that temple.”
Ji Qingwu and Emperor Wusu's eyes met, and she turned away slightly, feeling a little guilty.
Part of the time was wasted was because he pressed her down under the willow tree, and her soft waist was sore from the pressure of his iron arms.
Emperor Wusu's expression remained unchanged, and he asked with slight confusion, "Just because of this, you're crying like this?"
With tears welling up in her eyes, as if the sky were about to collapse, she said bitterly, "Mother doesn't love me the most anymore. She has a new baby."
The child's innocent words left Emperor Wusu both amused and exasperated.
When Qiuqiu saw him laughing at her, she retorted in embarrassment and anger, "You've never been your mother's favorite little darling, you don't understand how I feel!"
The little girl didn't forget to add, shaking her head, "The Master said, 'How can one empathize if one is not in the situation?'"
Emperor Wusu, who had never been Ji Qingwu's "darling," was stung by Qiuqiu's words and suddenly understood why Qiuqiu was so heartbroken.
He nodded silently.
Two more lines of sad tears flowed from Jiujiu's eyes.
Ji Qingwu, who was watching from the side, saw that the emperor had been defeated by the little girl's few words.
Only she could handle it.
She gently coaxed, "Mother still loves you..."
But Emperor Wusu interrupted him, saying, "It is human nature to be fond of the new and tired of the old. If you want to take something, you must first give it to someone."
Chiu Chiu's eyes were brimming with tears, her big eyes filled with confusion, not quite understanding what this meant.
Ji Qingwu parted her red lips slightly and turned her head in surprise to look at the person beside her.
Emperor Wusu patiently explained the reasoning behind the argument.
"If you want to secure your position as your mother's most beloved little darling, you need to rely on your own abilities and see what makes you worthy of her love, rather than trying to gain sympathy by crying and making a fuss."
Upon hearing this, Qiuqiu's tears seemed to turn off immediately, as if a switch had been flipped.
To be her mother's favorite child, she had to perform the best.
She blinked her big eyes and quickly disappeared through the car window, leaving behind rustling sounds.
Ji Qingwu, being too short to see what was happening inside the carriage, turned his head to look at his expression.
Emperor Wusu watched the little girl sticking out her little bottom and fiddling with something, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
A short while later, Chiu Chiu reappeared, holding a small cloth bag in her little hands.
"Mother, here you go."
Ji Qingwu glanced at them and knew that these were the sweet cakes the little girl had been saving up. Qiuqiu would save her favorite foods for last before eating them all at once, and these few pieces of sweet cake were her most cherished possessions.
Qiuqiu took Emperor Wusu's words to heart and immediately took action.
The little girl said through her pink lips, "In the future, I will make sure my mother eats the most fragrant and sweetest pastries in the world, and let her live in the most beautiful and luxurious courtyard."
She stared intently at her mother, feeling it was still insufficient, and promised, "Chuchu will find the best husband in the world for you, so you will never suffer again."
Emperor Wusu's brow twitched upon hearing this.
An ordinary woman might casually respond or dismiss a child's innocent words, but Ji Qingwu responded with bright eyes, believing in her little girl's ability to do so.
"Okay, deal. Mother will wait for that day."
Ji Qingwu laughed.
Even the wind that approached her became gentle.
Today, she wore her hair in a half-up, florid bun style, her silky black hair gently swaying in the breeze.
Several streaks of black ink appeared on the white silk robe of the man beside her.
As her hair swayed, it brushed against Emperor Wusu's shoulder, then slowly descended into his raised palm, entwining around his fingertips.
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The carriage drove away from Hanshan Temple.
Ji Qingrong's gaze would occasionally drift to her fifth sister, who was resting against the carriage.
He wondered to himself when Ji Qingwu had become so familiar with the emperor.
As far as she knew, her fifth sister had only attended a few palace banquets and had never met the emperor before; they had no interaction on ordinary days.
But the atmosphere between the two today was too strange, unlike the interaction between a high-ranking monarch and the daughter of an ordinary subject.
It's more like...
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