Chapter 52 The Slap Was in vain [Seeking Follow-up Reading]

In Yangrong Palace, the graceful figure leaning on the couch was like a horizontal gourd, with a few spots of alluring crimson faintly visible between the straight, white and tender breasts.

"The King of Jin Liancheng has come to the capital in person. If the imperial court does not give him a great reward, it will be seen as mistreating a meritorious official. Therefore, all arrangements must be made to the maximum extent. Let me think about it—"

The graceful and charming voice paused, and then the beauty on the couch sat up, hugging her elbows with both hands, inadvertently revealing a pair of round breasts:
"On the day of the conferment of the title, he will be given six royal chariots, a dragon robe and a jade belt. He will be allowed to ride in through any palace gate he chooses, offer sacrifices to the gods, and then the emperor will host a banquet. How do you think?"

"The grace and honor of the Holy Empress will surely attract the attention of the people of the world. When will the auspicious date for the conferment of the title be set?"

"Let's choose the nearest one, twenty-two."

"..."

After the lady-in-waiting left, the beauty wanted to lie down on the couch and take a rest, but she heard footsteps approaching from afar.

"Mother."

The girl approached the couch and spoke in a low voice.

The woman looked at her for a while, stretched out her hand and pulled her to her side: "What's wrong? Are you still angry with Lord Wan? What did I tell you, as a king--"

"Mother."

The girl suddenly raised her head and looked straight into her eyes:
"Am I the Son of Heaven?"

"..."

The woman sat up upon hearing this and spoke more seriously: "You are the descendant of the Wu family. Your father entrusted the country to you. You are the only one in the world who has the destiny and law to rule over the people. Of course, you are the emperor."

"But I am one of the few female emperors in history, and I am still so young."

"As long as you care about your subjects, don't be cruel and unjust, and know how to use people to govern the country, and have achievements in restoring the country in the future, what does it matter if you are a female emperor? Future generations will still regard you as a wise and enlightened emperor."

"..."

The girl was stunned when she heard this, and then she couldn't help but remind him:
"It's more than that, mother."

"Ok?"

"To have a long line of descendants, to ensure the orderly succession of the country, and not to make the subjects under his rule feel uneasy, isn't this also what the emperor needs to do?"

"..."

After hearing this, the woman's eyes softened instantly, and her tone became gentler: "I asked you to read history, and you did learn something from it."

The girl's heart was raised again:
"Mother, you said so much before, but I am different from those men. At least... at least it is much more difficult for me to give birth to a child than for them, especially since I am a sickly person."

She pointed out the biggest weakness of the Guanzhong court in one sentence, which was also the sore spot that the southwest had been secretly working on.

The girl's health is indeed not very good.

The woman's heart ached a little, and she immediately hugged her in her arms and comforted her softly: "You are still young, and you are much better now than when you were a child. You will be even better in the future. First, choose a good candidate for the emperor's husband, and get married in two years. It doesn't matter if you have children later. As long as you get married, those old villains will gossip less behind your back."

"I will listen to my mother, but the emperor——"

The girl's eyes flickered a little: "Can you let me choose one that suits my taste?"

"..."

The woman was about to say "good", but she came to her senses in the end, her fox eyes suddenly glared at him, and she said abruptly:
"Are you talking about Wei Mingqi?"

"what?"

"What? Didn't someone send me the portrait before?"

Then she laughed at herself:
"I thought you would give up this time, but I didn't expect that this slap was in vain."

"Aunt——"

The girl grabbed her arm and shook it anxiously: "I'll ask him to kowtow and apologize to you later, and then you'll see how I'll control him." "No."

"Auntie, I don't even know the people on the list. I've never even met them. What if I don't like them?"

"Then go find out, go meet them, if that doesn't work, marry a few more, marry a hundred, a thousand, there will always be one who will please you!"

"..."

Seeing that the shaking of the arm had lessened, the girl's face turned a little pale. Holding back the pity in her heart, the woman said coldly:

"Are you a cheap bastard? He has beaten you several times since you were a child. If I hadn't embarrassed you, you would have gone to play with him. I thought you were young and ignorant and didn't care. Now he even dares to hit me in the face. Can't you see what kind of person he is?"

"..."

These words were so hurtful that the girl cried, but the woman continued to expose the reality:

"If you were an ordinary girl, it would be fine. For your lifelong happiness, it's okay for your aunt to hold back her anger, but you are not. You read history often, so you must understand the consequences of not being strict with your subordinates and the concubines in the harem. Besides, you are a woman."

"Do you want your ancestors to have the Wei or Wu surname in the future? Is it your job as an emperor to indulge in love affairs? Have you forgotten your father's last words before his death, and how your mother and my sister died?"

"..."

These words hurt the hearts of the two people present at the same time. No one felt any better than the other. Even the woman's fox eyes were filled with tears, but she still stared straight at the girl until she nodded with a pale face:

"I understand, aunt. I will learn to be a good emperor in the future."

"..."

Seeing her turn around and leave after she finished speaking, the woman gritted her teeth and turned her gaze towards the dumbfounded Yudie:

"What are you standing for? Go and see the emperor—"

When the room was finally empty, the woman's pent-up emotions finally burst out, and she couldn't hold back her tears, which she couldn't wipe away no matter how hard she tried. The scene of her sister entrusting her the swaddling clothes before her death kept appearing in her mind.

Over the years, she often dreamed of that gentle and elegant face in the middle of the night. She would lie on the bed with tears in her eyes, looking at her sadly without saying a word. No matter how she called out, the sister in her dream never responded to her.

She is worthy of the late emperor.
I am only ashamed of my sister.

"Wei Mingqi..."

When she looked up again, her charming face filled with tears was slightly distorted. She still remembered the slap in the face from that man. She always had the intention to kill him, but she couldn't say she hated him.

It was not until this moment that she deeply hated this man.

"Jin Liancheng..."

Once a woman hates someone, she will want to cut him into pieces, and all kinds of plans emerge in her mind at this moment.

It is obviously a good plan to let Jin Liancheng, a powerful dragon coming from the southwest, parachute onto the head of the Wei family, and then suppress him step by step in the future, and even kill him in the end.

"The commander of the four branches of the Western Palace——"

'The day of promotion is the day of conferring the title.'

Lying on the couch, the woman suddenly looked forward to the Dragon City Night Banquet two days later. By then, she would invite Wei Mingqi, who regarded the West Mansion as "a thing in his pocket", to the banquet. She would send someone to instigate them. It would be great if the two of them had a conflict at the banquet.

In front of all the officials, he ridiculed his superiors. Even if his superiors beat him to death, Wan Renshan would not be able to say anything. Even if he failed to kill him, he would lose face among all the officials, and maybe even Wan Renshan would be resented by him.

By then, Wan Renshan will open his eyes and realize that his "successor", "good grandson" and "right-hand man of the court" are just wishful thinking.

"The 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month is a good day."

On the couch, the woman closed her eyes in anticipation.

(End of this chapter)