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"Mischievous, isn't she still your wife in Junlin Tianxia?" Jiuli pulled Jiang San into her arms, "Don't think about anything else, having you is enough for me, as for others, I don't want them."

Jiang San lowered his head, sniffed, and smiled like a flower.

"My dear wife, I only believed what you said was true." Even if there really were seventy-two male concubines in the future, he could still spend the rest of his life with memories. "I was wrong, my dear wife is right," he pursed his lips and almost cried out. My dear wife touched him!

Jiuli pinched Jiang San's waist. She always kept her word. What lie did she say? This kid was so sensitive, crying and acting like a spoiled child, and he always questioned her!

"I know I've been wrong for a few days. Look at you. You must have not slept all night." Jiuli threw the whip to Qingnu, picked up Jiang San by the waist and walked towards the main room, "Come and rest with me."

"My dear wife, please walk slower. Are you hurt?" Jiang San hooked his hands on Jiuli's shoulders and spoke with a smile.

"No, there are many people protecting me, so I won't get hurt easily." Jiuli didn't stop and kicked the door.

"Then I don't know. I want to take a look," Jiang San pulled Jiuli's sleeve and they fell on the bed together.

"It's broad daylight, what are you looking at?" Jiuli reached out and rubbed Jiang San's cheek, "If you have anything, wait until night."

"You can't even let me take a look. Are you attracted to some young man? Jiang Jiang, me~" He pretended to look at that, but his eyes were still fixed on Jiuli.

"Look," Jiuli pulled the man back, "You don't know and you might think I hit someone, but I really can't do anything to you."

"That's right," Jiang Sanshun put his arm around Jiuli's shoulders, "My wife can't do anything to me because she loves me. Otherwise, how could she not be able to deal with a young master like me?"

He smiled smugly. He liked the way his wife couldn't do anything to him, and he also wanted her to spend more time with him.

"Yes, yes, I'll spoil you," he lowered his head and put his nose close to Jiang San's, "but can I take a break now?"

"My dear wife, please rest assured. I'll keep an eye on it for you." Jiang San touched Jiuli's forehead with heartache, "I won't disturb you," he added in a low voice.

"So good? What reward do you want?" Jiuli hugged Jiang San and leaned against the soft pillow with her eyes closed.

"I'm a very good kid, okay?" Jiang San muttered, "My wife must give me the best. I'm not picky."

"Okay," Jiuli said with some sleepiness in her voice.

Jiang San tilted his head and patted Jiuli's shoulder, coaxing her in a soft voice. Not long after, he could no longer hold on and fell on Jiuli, falling into a deep sleep, and slept until the next day.

Outside, the Green-robed Guards holding the dragon robes were standing on the left and right, and the Green Slave was walking back and forth. Today was a good day, could these two be too happy?

We also have to consider that the late emperor passed away just now, and it hasn’t been a hundred days yet.

Jiang San was still sleeping when Jiuli went out, but everyone in Prince Yan's Mansion knew that he would be the future queen.

"In my opinion, the sooner Your Majesty ascends the throne, the better. Delaying it may lead to changes. The end of this month is a good day." Hezhou rejected all objections and submitted the selected date.

"Minister He is wrong. Your Majesty's ascension to the throne should follow the ancestral system and be grand and magnificent. If it's too fast, many things cannot be prepared. Besides, I'm afraid the Ministry of Revenue doesn't have much money?" The Minister of Rites glanced at the Minister of Revenue next to him and chuckled.

Under the platform, you and I were arguing with each other, arguing with each other and refusing to give in. Your attitude was even more outstanding than that of the aunties buying vegetables in the village, and your quotations of classic rebuttals were brilliant.

Jiuli, who was sitting on the high platform, casually threw the memorial in front of the hall, with a sinister and cold look in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" They all knelt down quickly after reacting.

"Imperial Astronomical Observatory, select an auspicious day, and the coronation ceremony will be handed over to the Ministry of Rites," Jiuli made the decision directly.

He had no intention of listening to their quarrel and after saying this, he glanced at the long memorial which was as long as a foot binding cloth.

"There is no need to submit such long and useless memorials in the future. It is a waste of time. Kang Song, please send down the memorials as you wish." Jiuli glanced at Kang Song and then left the court.

"My Lords, please read this. Please follow this format when writing memorials in the future," Kang Song and a group of female officials distributed all the memorials. "It is best to keep the number of words concise and brief."

While everyone was discussing below, Jiuli had already left the hall with Qingnu. Since the official coronation ceremony had not yet been held, they were living in Prince Yan's Mansion for the past few days.

All the concubines of the previous emperor in the palace have moved to the temporary palace.

At the end of the month, the coronation ceremony was held as scheduled, and the country was named Chengning. The following year was also called the early years of Chengning.

The late emperor's queen was made the empress dowager (already deceased), and the late emperor's concubines were given higher titles, and all of the late emperor's daughters were given the title of princess, and the princes were given higher titles.

The first imperial decree after that was that the adopted son of Cui, the wife of Prince Yan, became the emperor. He entered through the main gate and was the first emperor to be carried in through the main gate during the Huang Lin Dynasty. He then moved into the Guanju Palace.

At the same time, the sudden death of the eldest son of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion was not particularly conspicuous amid these major events.

"Congratulations, Lord Cui," Cui Wanjun accepted the blessings from the court officials in the front court with a smile on her face.

And he lives with Jiang San and Jiuli who are close to the palace.

"My dear wife, you look even more beautiful in this outfit," Jiang San sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the dragon robe on Jiuli.

"Yesterday's ceremony was filled with many rituals. Are you tired?" Jiuli straightened her clothes and looked at Jiang San who was lying on the bed.

"No," Jiang San smiled brightly, his eyebrows curved, "Why did my wife let me use Cui's adopted son for no reason?"

He thought Jiang was nice and almost didn't react.

"Jiang Wan is too thoughtful. You are innocent and kind. I don't want to spend too much time dealing with this," Jiuli said nonchalantly. "Besides, no matter what the name is, it's you, isn't it?"

"That's true," Jiang San nodded in sudden realization, thinking of Jiang Wan he saw yesterday, and poked Jiuli, "The one I saw yesterday, the Duke of Zhenguo."

"Your skin is really nice, whiter than many men's," she said, seeming to be a little curious, "and slightly feminine."

Jiang San suddenly realized that who would attack him without the order of the head of the family in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion? He felt a little disgusted. If he was asked to enter the palace under the name of the Jiang family, he would not be willing to do so. He also showed some disgust on his face.

"If you hadn't discovered it in time, you would be in trouble," Jiuli poked Jiang San's forehead with her fingertips, "You don't learn your lesson."

"I have you to protect me," Jiang San hugged Jiuli with full dependence, "I hope my wife will protect me like this for a long time."

"You," Jiuli tilted her head, "you are already a queen, but you still love to act like a child."