Light Dance Jiajing

Sure enough, Meng'er said, "I don't hate Shang'er, this girl looks innocent, she's better than those..." Meng'er thought that it was better than those other scheming vixens in the palace. She had been in the palace for so long, she had seen a lot of women's methods, she was no longer surprised. Meng'er paused and continued, "You are a man, I... should be considerate of you, you don't have to get in my way... But alcohol and sex are harmful to your health, you have to do it in moderation." Meng'er's voice became lower and lower, and it was almost inaudible at the end.

The emperor laughed softly at her shy look. Meng'er looked at him with a reproachful look and lowered her head. The emperor held Meng'er's hand and breathed into her ear, "I know. I will listen to whatever you say."

Meng'er glared at him and said, "Can't you be serious? I'm doing this for your own good. Look, there are sixty or seventy women with official titles in this palace, and there are thousands of palace maids for you to choose from. If you are unrestrained, well, you can think about it yourself." In fact, in addition to those with official titles, there are more than a hundred people who have been favored by the emperor but have not been given official titles. The women in the harem are meant to be for the emperor's favor. It depends on his mood whether he gives a title to a woman he likes or not. Only a few are remembered like Shang'er, and most of them are forgotten after one night.

The emperor quickly sat up straight and said in a tone of being taught, "Yes, yes, my lady's words are true. I can't be like those foolish emperors who let themselves be drained by wine, sex, money and anger. I must always be vigilant in the future and never let my lady worry."

Meng'er burst out laughing, but what was so funny? She felt melancholy again. So many beauties were at his disposal, but she could only watch and accept silently. Meng'er's eyes were sour. She looked up to meet his eyes, slowly moved her palm to his heart, and murmured, "I'm the only one here, right?"

The emperor knew the fragility of her heart. Seeing that she was sad again, he hurriedly hugged her in his arms and promised: "Xiaonan, there will always be only you in my heart. Believe me, there will always be only you here." Meng'er leaned on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his body, trying to absorb more warmth. She adjusted herself to a comfortable position and slowly closed her eyes. His promise was enough. At least she still had his heart. Since she couldn't get anything else, she should let it go.

The emperor finally resumed the process of turning over the cards. Feng Shun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that life could finally be normal again. The emperor no longer had to sneak around to find women. Just think about how he had been living for the past year. He had been hiding from the emperor from place to place, and favoring concubines was like cheating on someone. It was unheard of. But he no longer had to hide from Princess Min? Did the princess finally show mercy and let the emperor find women?

He served the emperor personally, and his every move could not escape Feng Shun's eyes. Naturally, he knew that the emperor was hiding from Meng'er. Feng Shun could not understand these two people. Even if they were committing incest, the emperor did not have anything to do with the princess. But he did not believe that there was no affair. Forget it, his head hurt. At this moment, he was taking the tray brought by the eunuch. Inside were neatly arranged green head cards with the names of the registered concubines engraved on them. The tray he was holding was for the head cards of high-ranking concubines, and behind him were two eunuchs holding the same trays, which were for the lower-ranking concubines.

In the east warm room, the emperor was drawing with Meng'er's hand. Feng Shun was about to lead a few young eunuchs in when he saw Yan Song approaching. Feng Shun hurriedly handed the tray to the young eunuch and leaned over to Yan Song and said, "Lord Yan wants to see the emperor?"

Yan Song smiled and said to Feng Shun, "That's right. Thank you, Eunuch Feng, for passing on the message." Yan Song was very considerate in showing respect to the people in the palace. He was especially attentive to the people around the emperor, so Feng Shun's share would naturally not be spared. Feng Shun whispered, "The emperor is teaching the princess how to paint, and he is in a very good mood. Please wait a moment, I will go in and report."

When Meng'er heard that Yan Song was coming, the corners of her mouth drooped and she said to Feng Shun, "Tell him to wait, I haven't finished painting yet." The emperor glared at Feng Shun and said, "Didn't you hear what the princess said? Tell Yan Song to let him wait." Feng Shun hurriedly retreated.

The emperor asked with a smile: "Is Yan Song so annoying?"

Mei'er snorted, "How can I not hate such a famous traitor?" The emperor smiled bitterly and shook his head. It seemed that no matter how Yan Song tried to please Mei'er, it was useless. But he still had to use Yan Song. If Mei'er always targeted Yan Song, it would be difficult to deal with. He had to find a way to dilute Mei'er's hostility towards him.

When Meng'er finished the last stroke, she threw away her brush, stretched and said, "Finally it's finished. OK, call Yan Song in."

The emperor rubbed Meng'er's shoulders and said, "Are you tired? Go back and rest first. I'll come to you when I'm done."

Meng'er shook her head and said, "I want to hear what slander Yan Song has to say about you."

Seeing her angry look, the emperor felt helpless and amused, so he continued to sit behind the desk with her and said, "Okay, okay, if Yan Song dares to slander me, I will kill him on the spot, okay."

Yan Song came in and bowed. He saw Meng'er sitting behind the desk with the emperor. It was not proper for the princess to do this when the ministers reported to the emperor. However, Yan Song was not a pedantic scholar. He did not have the habit of speaking frankly and making straightforward suggestions. He was busy saying what the emperor liked to hear, so how could he offend the emperor? He reported to the emperor as he should. Meng'er was about to fall asleep after listening to him for a few official matters. Yan Song finally handed over a prescription. The emperor was puzzled and asked, "What is this?"

Yan Song said, "I heard that the Imperial Concubine was not feeling well, so I visited many places and finally found a famous doctor. He prescribed this recipe for me. This is a secret recipe passed down from his family, which is specially used to treat drowsiness. I dare not give it to the Imperial Concubine directly. I have tried it on many people before, and it worked, so I dare to present it to Your Majesty."

When Meng'er heard this, her eyes lit up immediately. Her mother's coma was getting worse and worse, and her sleeping time was getting longer and longer. Meng'er was always worried about what would happen if she couldn't wake up after a nap. However, her mother's illness was caused by the poison that Zaiji had given her, so she didn't know if this prescription would be useful. She anxiously asked Yan Song, "Is this prescription really useful?"

Yan Song said, "Princess, I dare not say whether this prescription can cure the disease, but it is definitely effective."