"Hmph, even if she's unwilling, I have ways to make her willing. I'm not like your useless son," the princess said confidently.
The Marquis continued to nod, thinking to himself, "But I'll have to have a chance to see that girl first."
Look at this time, that girl really has no attachment to the capital at all. As soon as the interpreter was cured, she left without even waiting for the delegation to leave.
...
Inside the palace, after finishing his official duties, the emperor entered the Phoenix Palace and saw He Yanming kneeling by a low table practicing calligraphy, with the empress leaning over to give him pointers.
Ever since Hong Xiaoduo gave him a special lesson in the garden, this boy has been coming to Fengyi Palace every day to pay his respects to the Empress Dowager, and he's even been practicing calligraphy and reading here.
Although I'm still a little reserved, at least I'm not as resistant as before.
"His Majesty."
"Father." Hearing footsteps, the mother and son looked up and quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"I just wanted to be more relaxed, that's why I didn't let anyone below say a word," the emperor said, reaching out to take the empress's hand.
It is said that royalty is ruthless, and emperors are even less likely to be devoted to one woman, but in his heart, Jinning's position is irreplaceable by any other concubine; she is his wife.
Looking at the now-uncomfortable Ninth Prince, the Emperor didn't know why, but seeing this son who looked more like him, he still couldn't help but think of the chamber pot...
It's all that girl's fault for leaving him with this lingering effect—the inability to properly look at his poor son. I don't know how long it will take for it to disappear.
"Your Majesty, what did the Imperial Observatory say about the white calamity that girl mentioned to you?" the Empress asked, remembering something...
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