Lin Xiao was Song Ying's confidant. After receiving Song Ying's token, he set off immediately.
The Persians grew increasingly arrogant, and in the end, war was decided.
Instead of sending General Yang, a young general was put in charge. Persia was a small country with insufficient manpower, so the war would end quickly if it really broke out.
Song Ying has been behaving himself during this period.
She stopped pestering the little emperor with all sorts of demands.
My concubine arrived and brought me a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup.
Seeing Song Ying there, he couldn't help but feel jealous. Once Song Ying returned, His Majesty stopped going to the harem and no longer needed them to sleep with him. Inviting His Majesty to dinner was harder than climbing to heaven.
His Majesty is only with them for sleeping companions.
Do nothing.
However, he often found some marks on Song Shijun's neck, and once he even found them on His Majesty's neck. Later, he probably felt it was inappropriate and never saw them again.
Nan Yu really rarely sucks on strawberries.
What the side gentleman saw were all the ones that Song Ying had torn by hand.
Before there was the previous dynasty, and after there was the Empress Dowager.
Dissolving the harem is impossible.
Male concubines can be dealt with easily.
The problem was that the young emperor didn't make a move, and he couldn't say it directly. Seeing that His Majesty was busy with state affairs every day and had no time to go to the harem, he felt a little more at ease.
Sometimes he's free, but he'll keep the little emperor busy.
The Empress Dowager not only sought out Nan Yu.
I also contacted Song Ying.
In order to win the emperor's favor, the empress dowager went to great lengths and could only focus on Song Ying. She summoned him to Cining Palace to copy Buddhist scriptures for half a month.
Every evening, Wei Yuanhua would personally come to pick him up.
Wei Yuanhua was the chief eunuch representing the emperor. The empress dowager could not say much about this, and gradually she became ill from anger, and stopped asking Song Ying to copy Buddhist scriptures.
"Your Majesty, this is a white fungus and lotus seed soup that I made myself. Please try it and see how it tastes." With that, she handed the soup spoon to the young emperor with both hands.
Nan Yu glanced at Song Ying, whose face was as long as a donkey's.
The emperor said to his side, "Put it down, I have other matters to attend to."
His attitude was indifferent.
Even without paying attention to the concubine, Nan Yu could sense his low spirits and immense pressure. The concubine was coming too frequently, and his eyes were becoming increasingly unclear.
Even though he was the emperor.
She could have a harem.
I don't know why, but I feel like I'm doing someone a disservice if I accept it.
The concubine was more sensible than that lecherous Song Ying. Seeing that His Majesty did not like it, he felt bitter and wisely forced a smile, saying, "Then this servant will take his leave."
His eyes betrayed his disappointment.
After the concubine left, Song Ying saw the young emperor sigh, her eyes darkened, and she followed the concubine out. When they arrived outside the Hall of Longevity, Song Ying called out to the concubine, "Wait."
The gentleman stopped, turning his head in bewilderment.
Song Ying: "Want to come to your palace for a visit?"
The concubine was unwilling, but since the other party was currently in power, he couldn't say anything and nodded.
The two remained silent the entire way.
They even kept a distance of more than three meters.
Because he also liked His Majesty, the favored Song Ying didn't have to do anything. Just standing there, he felt that His Majesty was showing off to him. He felt jealous and embarrassed, and his pace quickened.
They arrived at the palace.
The concubine invited him to sit, but did not order anyone to serve him tea. To maintain his composure, he smiled slightly and asked, "I wonder what Lady Song wishes to discuss with me?"
Song Ying smiled and, without beating around the bush, said directly:
"Please, Your Highness, do not send anything to the Palace of Longevity anymore."
The smile on the concubine's lips froze, a hint of displeasure creeping into her heart:
“What you say, Lord Song, is quite laughable. Not only is my rank higher than yours, but how can the Emperor’s favor be borne by one person alone? Don’t take advantage of your favor to overstep the rules.”
Song Ying glanced at the ceramic tea set on the octagonal table and warned softly, "If you want to live, you'd better behave yourself and stay invisible, otherwise..."
She glanced at the man beside her with a half-smile.
The concubine was frightened by his gaze, her face turning pale. "You want to kill me, don't you?"
"kill?"
Song Ying scoffed, took out the little emperor's agate bracelet, and deliberately pulled up her sleeve to reveal the beads. When the emperor saw this, he couldn't help but feel jealous once again.
They could only receive some rewards.
Song Ying, however, was able to take His Majesty's personal belongings.
She was supposed to serve the emperor last time, but he suddenly came back... The concubine always feels resentful when she thinks about it.
"You overestimate yourself, my lord. Life is short for everyone, and who can guarantee that you won't be short-lived?"
The magistrate slammed his hand on the table, making the tea set tremble. His brows furrowed with anger, and he forced out a voice through clenched teeth: "Song Shijun is still under my command, yet he speaks so arrogantly?"
Song Ying smiled, stood up, and said, "Farewell."
He patted his behind and left, infuriating the concubine. When a person's jealousy reaches a certain level, they will do unimaginable things. He ordered his trusted confidants to invite Ji Yuan, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy.
Ji Yuan grew up with him.
Being noticed by the emperor was an accident.
That day, Ji Yuan insisted on taking him out to play, but he was spotted by the Emperor of Chaoyu, who was traveling incognito, and was taken into the palace. Ji Yuan felt guilty because he came from a family of doctors, so he worked hard and entered the Imperial Hospital.
He has exceptional medical talent and is also quite lucky, becoming the head of the hospital at a young age.
Ji Yuan felt guilty towards his concubine, and he would never refuse whatever his concubine wanted him to do.
Song Ying went back.
Nan Yu was busy inside, talking with several ministers. Soon it was dinner time. Deng Xin was so worried that he had no appetite. Song Ying felt sorry for him and served him a bowl of soup, saying, "Eat something."
Nan Yu took a sip of the vegetarian soup. Her sleep quality had been very poor these past few days, and she often woke up in the middle of the night. She only felt better when Song Ying held her.
He also regretted it; if he had known that Persia was like this, he shouldn't have let the young emperor go easy on him from the beginning.
If they had contained the situation from the beginning, Persia would never have dared to unite with other smaller states and dig its own grave.
"A few more bites?"
The lamp wick shook its head, rinsed its mouth, and sighed.
Constant worry is not a good thing, so Song Ying suggested, "Why doesn't Your Majesty leave the palace for a few days to relax?"
Leaving the palace?
It's so cold. Even the warm pavilion in the palace can't keep him warm. He'd freeze to death if he went outside.
He didn't want to freeze.
Shake head.
Song Ying sighed, "Your Majesty."
Wei Yuanhua jogged in from outside, brushed the loose snow off his clothes, and told Nan Yu, "Your Majesty, it's snowing heavily outside."
The wick's eyes lit up. "It's snowing."
He ran outside to look, and saw snow falling all over the sky. In no time, a thin layer of white covered the eaves and roof ridges. He reached out to catch the snowflakes, and in the blink of an eye, half of his arm was covered. Song Ying draped a fox fur cloak over him.
I also took a pat off the snowflakes on his arm.
He said, "Be careful not to catch a cold."
Nan Yu obediently pulled her hands back to warm them, her eyes still fixed on the falling snowflakes. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Song Ying, turned her head away, and suddenly reached out to hug his waist, resting her face on his left shoulder, her heart aching.
He murmured:
"Song Ying, please don't blame me."
"I am the emperor, and I must consider the well-being of my people."
Ultimately, he was still afraid of destroying Persia. After he and Song Ying were finished, he felt a tightness in his chest every time he thought about it, and he couldn't eat or sleep well.
Song Ying hugged the young emperor tightly, his tone this time much more sincere and earnest. "Your Majesty need not worry. As I said, once I enter the court, I will share Your Majesty's honor and disgrace. Your Majesty's permission for me to write a letter of advice is already the greatest act of benevolence and righteousness."
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