At the beginning, his wife came to him, and he became rich by selling kidney treasures.

"Wow wow wow..."

This lasted for most of the night, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the baby cried.

Wen Yan was lying on the bed at this time, exhausted.

Hongyao held the baby and put it in Wenyan's arms and said excitedly: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, it's a prince."

"That's great. Our Han Dynasty finally has a successor." Wen Yan took the baby excitedly, and her heart finally settled down.

His Majesty?

The maids in the room looked at each other with an expression of disbelief.

Hongyao, who had calmed down after the excitement, also realized her slip of the tongue.

"All of you please leave." Hongyao ordered the maid in the room.

"Yes."

The maids withdrew humbly.

Wen Yan held the baby in her arms, the maternal look in her eyes gradually faded and turned into a cold look: "Li Mu."

"I'm here, old minister." Li Mu quickly accepted the order.

"Go and mix some poison into the soup and give it to the maids who delivered my babies."

"None of them can be left alive." Wen Yan looked at Li Mu with a cold expression, as if to say, "You should know what to do."

In fact, she didn't want to sentence those maids to death, but Hongyao's previous slip of the tongue exposed her identity, so these maids could no longer stay.

"I understand, old minister." Li Mu struggled internally for a few seconds, but still agreed.

Wen Yan saw Li Mu's hesitation for a few seconds. She was afraid that Li Mu would not be able to do it, so she looked at Hong Yao beside her and ordered: "Go to the kitchen to prepare the soup, and bring your confidant with you to follow Li Mu later."

"Yes." Hongyao nodded without any hesitation.

It was because of her misconduct that Wen Yan's identity was exposed. Wen Yan did not blame her but only sentenced those maids to death, which was already a mercy for her.

After Li Mu and Hong Yao left, Wen Yan touched the baby in her arms and couldn't help but pick him up and kissed him twice, and her cold face gradually melted into tenderness.

This is her flesh and blood, her child, and the successor of the Han Dynasty.

It should be a cause for celebration that the Han Dynasty now has a successor, but when one thinks of the endless wars, the treacherous ministers in the court, and the royal princes who are eyeing them covetously.

Wen Yan looked at her child and secretly vowed that everything would end in her hands, even if she was called a tyrant by the world in the future.

What she wanted to leave to her children was not a turbulent dynasty, but a peaceful and prosperous era without turmoil.

It is enough for him to be a wise ruler who governs the world.

……

The next day, Weiyang Palace, Linde Hall.

Since he had promised Wen Yan to serve as an official in the court last night, Ren Hao also went to the court with all the officials this morning to accept the emperor's appointment.

Although this would make him the target of public criticism and cause the prime minister's faction and the aristocratic family, who were originally hostile to him, to point their spearheads at him, he could only bite the bullet and do it for now.

After all, I had already promised Wen Yan last night, so there was no room for maneuver.

It was already bright in the sky, and it was almost past the hour of Mao, but the emperor still hadn't shown up for the morning court. This made the ministers present look at each other in bewilderment.

"It's almost past the Mao hour, why hasn't His Majesty come yet?"

"Could it be that the dragon is ill?"

"Isn't this right? If the emperor was ill, the old eunuch who served the emperor all day would have announced it."

The ministers were discussing this, and the old scholar next to them said, "Humph, I think this tyrant is addicted to wine and women and has no intention of attending the court."

This old Confucian scholar who dared to talk back to the emperor many times was called Ma Qian. Although he had no power in the court, he looked like he was fearless.

Even though Zhao Ping'an was second only to the emperor, the other ministers would still give him some face.

After all, not only did he serve two emperors, he also holds the Records of the Grand Historian in his hands. If you offend him, you don't know how he will write about you in the Records of the Grand Historian.

However, the ministers did not dare to offend Ma Qian easily, but that did not mean that Ren Hao did not dare to offend him.

He quickly retorted, "Old sir, please don't talk nonsense. Your Majesty is not that kind of incompetent ruler. He must have been delayed by something else."

"Humph, what could be more serious than what happened in the morning court?"

"Today I want to see when His Majesty can come." Ma Qian grumbled in dissatisfaction, and then sat on the ground with a group of Confucian scholars to chant Confucian clichés.

This whole mouthful of nonsense is a headache for Ren Hao, a modern man, not to mention it. Even the officials present are all very troubled.

The once prosperous Linde Hall instantly turned into a meeting place for Confucian scholars to exchange ideas.

Just when Ren Hao and the other ministers were suffering, a rebuke came from the back of the hall: "Enough, stop singing, and shut up."

Seeing that the emperor had come to the Linde Hall in person, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and no longer needed to listen to him.

"Your Majesty, why are you so late today?"

"Is there anything more important than the morning court?"

"Or does Your Majesty insist on being a tyrant and a fool?" Ma Qian immediately stood up and asked the emperor three questions in a row.

"There are indeed more important things today than the morning court." Wen Yan sat on the throne and did not argue with Ma Qian.

After all, in addition to serving two emperors, Sima Qian also served as a teacher to the previous emperor.

When the ministers heard that there was something more important than the morning court, they all looked at each other and began to guess.

Zhao Ping'an pondered for a few seconds, and adhering to the principle of singing praises rather than pessimism, he asked first: "Your Majesty, is this so-called big event the good news from the front line, and the defeat of the Wei army?"

"No." Wen Yan shook her head.

Xu Tianyin next to him rolled his eyes at Zhao Ping'an and laughed secretly.

If Shang really defeated the Wei army at the front, how could he not know it in advance? And let him flatter the dragon first.

Since it’s not good news from the front line, what could be more important than the morning court?

All the ministers looked at each other, unable to guess what was going on.

Compared with the speculations of the ministers, Ren Hao kept his mouth shut and didn't even try to guess.

After all, speculating on the emperor's affairs has been a taboo since ancient times.

"It seems that none of you, my dear ministers, can guess it. Then I will have to announce it." Wen Yan stood up from the throne, and everyone in the court bowed their heads to the ground, not letting the emperor stand up to them.

"Queen Hongyao gave birth to a dragon son for me this morning. I am very happy today." Wen Yan announced in a grand voice.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on the birth of your son."

All the ministers congratulated him in unison, but Ma Qian started to talk about other things again.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on the birth of your son. This will bring prosperity to the Han Dynasty."

"According to the precedent of Daxing, Your Majesty should grant amnesty to the people of the world by exempting them from corvée and taxes." Ma Qian brought out the old ideas again, and the Confucian scholars knelt on the ground and asked the emperor to grant amnesty to the people of the world to show his kindness.