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"I won't let you down. I guarantee it will be a great experience." The person who schemed against her would always have to pay a price, right? It would be a good ending for that person. Her Jiang Jiang was not that lucky.

"I'm always at ease when my wife is in charge," Jiang San squatted there without moving, "But shouldn't we eat now? I'm a little hungry," he touched his stomach.

"Don't move. Have you forgotten the injury on your foot?" Jiuli quickly stopped Jiang San from moving forward.

"I didn't forget. This was just a matter of urgency." Jiang San retracted his feet, smiling with a guilty look on his face. "I can't let you hold me, can I? It would be bad if someone saw it and it affected you."

"Why not? No one can see us in private. Look how swollen your feet are." Jiuli patted Jiang San's restless legs. "Don't you want it anymore?"

"Yes," Jiang San shrank back, and hugged Jiuli's shoulders with a smile, "My dear wife, I am sad when you say that."

"To put it another way, are you planning to give this foot to someone else?" Jiuli tilted her head and pressed it with her hand. "It's still badly swollen. Tell me why you kicked it on the bed and made it like this?"

"How would I know that?" Jiang San moved his feet away, looking a little uncomfortable. "Wife, let's not talk about this anymore. It hurts my heart," he pretended.

"You are the only one who likes to act sweet and act like a spoiled child," Jiuli raised her hand and poked Jiang San's forehead, "I made the fish you like to eat, it will nourish you well."

"My wife is the best to me. She remembers everything." Jiang San tilted his head. "But when are we going back?"

"Are you tired of following me after just half a month?" Jiuli straightened Jiang San's head, "Do you want to go back?"

"I don't want to go back either. I won't go back if I can stay with my wife. Isn't it because I'm afraid that my wife might have something wrong there?" Jiang San pulled Jiuli's sleeve, "The Duke of Zhenguo is nowhere to be seen from morning to night."

"I think my wife is better than her and should be even busier. I feel very good that she can accompany me for these few days." Her eyes seemed to say, "Look at me, am I very well-behaved?"

"Everything in the capital has been arranged," Jiuli took the initiative to pick up some fish for Jiang San, "Eat more and stay fat."

"I'll just have to hope my wife doesn't dislike me when the time comes," Jiang San accepted all the food and ate it all up.

Finally, I touched my belly, leaned back and enjoyed it.

Zhenguogongfu

After Jiang Wan stood up, he packed himself up and prepared to go to court. Suddenly he raised his eyes and his whole body froze.

She moved closer to the mirror in disbelief, and saw that her wheat-colored skin, which had been battling for so many years, had turned white as jade, just like a noble lady who had been raised in the capital.

"Sir, it's time to set off. It will be too late if we delay any longer." Seeing that Jiang Wan had not come out, Jiang Shu went forward and knocked on the door.

No, do you have to wait until the court is over before you do anything?

Seeing Jiang Wan coming out, Jiang Shu quickly lowered his head. If he wasn't so fair and clean, how could he be the Duke of Zhenguo?

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Wan glanced at him with a smile, then got on the carriage. "Go check the things I have used these days," he lifted the curtain and instructed Jiang Shu.

Jiang Wan accidentally touched the wood next to him, let go of his hand without caring, and picked up the military book on the side to read.

When they arrived at the palace gate, the places on Jiang Wan's body where she was hit were all red. If you didn't know, you would think she had done something.

"My dear, please stand up." Yu Yan, with heavy makeup on her face, glanced at Jiuli's seat who was still absent, and tried to calm her thoughts.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." All the ministers said in unison and stood up.

Yu Yan's gaze lingered on Jiang Wan. Is this her Duke of Zhenguo? Isn't this a typical gigolo?

He suppressed the bloody taste in his throat and signaled with his eyes.

"If you have something to report, please come forward. If not, please dismiss the court." Kang Song stepped forward decisively, waved the whisk in his hand, and looked straight ahead.

Seeing that no one came out, he quickly said something and left the court.

Yu Yan returned to the East Warm Pavilion and leaned on the soft pillow, almost choking. She seemed to feel that her body was getting weaker and weaker. Kang Song looked at his master with a worried look on his face.

"Spread out the rice paper." Yu Yan propped himself up and sat up, "Grind the ink."

Kang Song took the rice paper next to him and spread it out without hesitation.

“Since ancient times, when emperors succeeded heaven to establish the throne and govern the world, they would establish a great heir and strengthen the foundation of the country to ensure the prosperity of the clan and the society.

I am the successor of the great cause, and I work very hard day and night. I look up to the wisdom and wisdom of my ancestors. I have entrusted you with a heavy responsibility. To carry on the legacy and bring prosperity, you must be a good person.

Today, the Sixth Princess Jiuli is very similar to me, both civil and military, and friendly to my brothers. I should tell the heaven and earth, the ancestral temple, and the country.

He was granted the imperial seal and appointed as the Crown Prince, sitting in the Eastern Palace, to ensure the rule for ten thousand years and to win the hearts of the people throughout the world.

A hundred years after I die, he shall inherit the throne."

Yu Yan did not even hesitate, his handwriting became more and more sharp, as if he wanted to use all the words of praise.

Kang Song, who was serving pens and ink, glanced at him and continued to grind ink with his head down. He knew in his heart that the future Huang Linchao would belong to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan.

"Continue," Yu Yan casually put the imperial edict aside and started writing again, but it was to sentence Xian Guijun to death.

After finishing writing and waiting for the ink to dry slightly, Yu Yan looked at Kang Song and leaned back on the soft pillow, breathing heavily.

"Put these away, I'll leave them to you," Yu Yan said meaningfully, taking off the jade pendant from his waist and putting it in the box, "Go out of the palace and assist the new emperor."

There was unrest in the palace, so Yu Yan whispered a few arrangements.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Kang Song raised his eyes slightly, put the things away, turned around and bowed deeply to Yu Yan.

He left in a hurry. "Your Majesty, if this is your choice, I will definitely do it beautifully."

After a long time, Yu Yan straightened his clothes and began to review the memorials, as if nothing had just happened.

Under Yu Yan's instruction, King Xiang, knowing that his name was not on the imperial edict, made up his mind and put rebellion on the agenda.

Undercurrents were surging in each family, and the courtiers entering the palace were changing all the time. There were many cases where the husband had entered the palace and never returned.

Facing death, Yu Yan showed the decisiveness and ruthlessness that an emperor should have and cleared all obstacles for his successor.

(I.e.

Jiuli stood by the window, looking at the secret letter brought by Youyou.

"My dear wife," Jiang San, whose wounds had all healed, called out softly, "Why do you look so bad?"

"Nothing, are you scared?" Jiuli turned sideways, and her expression changed the moment she looked at Jiang San, with a smile on her face.

"How could I be scared by my wife?" Jiang San hugged Jiuli from behind, "Are you going back?"

"I saw people from the palace coming this morning," he said bluntly.

"I'll just go back. Jiang Jiang, wait here for me to pick you up?" Jiuli pinched Jiang San's cheek.

"No, I want to be with my wife." Jiang San raised his eyes and looked at Jiuli stubbornly, "You can't leave me."