"No, men and women should not touch each other. You cannot live in my residence."
"But Sister Meng isn't an outsider either."
"Then am I still your wife?" Meng Jiujiu thought to herself.
Why is this person so stubborn? Zhang Xiaotang wondered.
The two were deadlocked.
"If you really have nowhere to go, how about I send you to the palace?" Meng Jiujiu thought somewhat unethically, "Better to sacrifice a friend than myself."
Zhang Xiaotang felt a momentary flutter in his heart, but he quickly realized that the Emperor was a person he could not possibly be worthy of. There was not a single person in the entire capital who could move the Emperor's heart, so how could he possibly succeed?
It would be better to hold onto Lord Meng. Unlike the Emperor, who already has an Empress, Lord Meng has no one by her side. If things go well, she might live a life no worse than the Noble Consort.
It must be said that Zhang Xiaotang was self-aware at this moment, but it wasn't enough.
"No need for that. Doesn't Sister Meng know how I feel? You actually want to push me to someone else." With that, she ran away crying.
It seems things won't work out today. It would be better if he backed down first, so he wouldn't lose face.
This Meng Jiujiu is really difficult to deal with!
Meng Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief; men are such a hassle.
Whether masculine or delicate.
But what was he thinking?
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.
Her mind should be used for thinking about important national affairs, not for such trivial matters.
Zhang Xiaotang, who had run out, saw that she really hadn't followed, and couldn't help but think to herself: She really doesn't understand romance.
Back in the border town, every woman who saw him was captivated by him, yet he always met with setbacks with her.
He really refused to believe it.
As a result, Meng Jiujiu suffered greatly in the days that followed.
So much so that they eventually hid in the palace.
"Hahaha." Wei Wangqing burst into laughter after hearing Meng Jiujiu's story.
Meng Jiujiu is really hilarious.
Meng Jiujiu watched the Empress laugh heartily with a blank expression. She had no idea what the Empress was laughing at, but the Empress was the Empress, so she could laugh as she pleased.
Are you genuinely unaware, or are you pretending not to know?
"Know what?" Meng Jiujiu asked, looking completely bewildered.
Wei Wangqing really didn't expect that Meng Jiujiu was such a clueless person when it came to love.
"Of course it's because he likes you, otherwise why would he chase you all the way from the border town to the capital?"
"Didn't his mother send him?"
Wei Wangqing felt that Meng Jiujiu was truly hopeless, and that man was also pitiful!
“If a man keeps following you, trying to get close to you, and saying strange things to you, then he likes you.” Wei Wangqing felt like he had become Meng Jiujiu’s life mentor.
"So that's how it is." Meng Jiujiu said thoughtfully.
"It seems that many people like me. When I left the border town, many people followed me, and not only men, but also women."
As if he had just thought of something, he exclaimed with a look of disgust, "Huh? No way?"
Wei Wangqing had no idea what she was thinking.
Helplessly, he rubbed his forehead. "That's not it."
"Didn't His Majesty say that they all followed me, wanting to get closer to me, and they were talking a lot?"
Wei Wangqing thought she was hopeless. "In short, it's not them, it's that man."
Meng Jiujiu remained silent. If His Majesty says so, then so be it.
Subjects can only obey.
"Your Majesty, the Second Prince is crying and looking for you."
Wei Wangqing glanced at her. "Aren't you leaving?"
Meng Jiujiu smiled and said, "This humble subject has not yet met Your Highness."
She didn't want to go back and face Zhang Xiaotang's miserable face. Lately, it was better not to see her, but as soon as she saw her, she would cry and say, "Why does Sister Meng always avoid me? Does Sister Meng not like me? What does Sister Meng not like about me? I can change it!" Just thinking about Meng Jiujiu gave her goosebumps.
Wei Wangqing had no choice but to take this little tagalong with him.
As they entered the hall, they heard Ling'er crying and calling out, "Mother, Mother, Your Majesty."
It's truly heartbreaking to hear.
Wei Wangqing hurried over, taking two steps at a time. "Ling'er, don't cry, Mother is here."
Wei Wangqing held the child in her arms and gently rocked him.
Ling'er stopped crying when she saw her mother and grinned.
Wei Wangqing reached out and tapped his nose. "You little rascal, what do you want with your mother?"
"Yes, yes."
Wei Wangqing's heart melted. Ever since her baby grew up little by little, crawling and talking, she felt a great sense of accomplishment.
She actually had a child herself, and the overflowing maternal love in her heart was beyond words.
Meng Jiujiu, who was following behind, looked on with great curiosity.
"Your Majesty, the young prince can already speak?"
"Mmm." She still remembered how happy she and Ayan were when their two babies first learned to speak.
It was Zhen'er who spoke first, and she could say several words at once, such as "father," "mother," and "brother"—words that are commonly used.
Wei Wangqing felt that his eldest son was exceptionally intelligent.
But compared to her second son, she was a pitiful little thing. It took her more than a month to learn to speak before she could say the word "treasure".
Wei Wangqing was so anxious that he even consulted the imperial physician, but the physician said there was nothing wrong with him, as everyone's aptitude is different.
Wei Wangqing couldn't help but feel that his second son was rather dull-witted and needed to be properly taught.
If all else fails, I'll just have to prepare a bigger dowry later.
"Where did Father and Brother go?" Wei Wangqing asked as he was being tossed about.
Ling'er giggled, "Brother, brother..."
A servant standing nearby, sensing the situation, stepped forward and reported, "Your Majesty, the Empress and the Crown Prince have gone to Anning Palace to pay their respects."
Wei Wangqing frowned. Actually, she felt it was unnecessary, since she and the Empress had no father-daughter relationship. But Ayan always said that proper etiquette had to be observed.
Wei Wangqing let her be. Anyway, she was in charge of the palace now. Could she let anyone make things difficult for her Ayan?
Wei Wangqing sat down, holding the child.
Seeing Meng Jiujiu's stiff expression, he found it somewhat amusing. "What are you doing?"
"Huh? Nothing, I just felt that His Highness is so fragile."
“Of course, he’s still young.” Wei Wangqing found that Meng Jiujiu was incredibly astute when it came to court affairs, but pitifully clueless when it came to life and common sense.
I couldn't help but tease her, "How about you give me a hug?"
Meng Jiujiu waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no need, this humble subject cannot."
“What’s wrong with that? You can just hug me gently like this.” Wei Wangqing said, and even demonstrated it to her.
Meng Jiujiu knew that holding the little prince represented the emperor's favor, something many people would kill for.
It's not that she doesn't want to hug him, she just doesn't dare.
The little prince is too small; she's afraid she'll hurt him if she reaches out and hugs him.
If she were touched and her arm or leg were broken, wouldn't His Majesty kill her?
Her path to success cannot be ruined by a child.
Seeing that Meng Jiujiu was really refusing, Wei Wangqing didn't make things difficult for her.
But at this moment, Ling'er reached out her hands, saying, "Hug, hug."
"Haha, look, Ling'er is clamoring for you to hold him." This really is her son.
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