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"In front of my wife, I have always been a child," Jiang San did not feel that it was wrong at all. Instead, he leaned closer to Jiuli, thinking that he would still learn what he should learn.

"Tomorrow, the ladies of state and imperial court will come to see the emperor. You just need to keep a stern face and say a few words to those who please you, okay?" Jiuli thought to herself, never mind, just let them be children, it was her choice.

"I know. My wife has mentioned it many times and I remember it all," Jiang San nodded repeatedly. He was not stupid.

"Let someone notify me if anything happens," Jiuli said worriedly, then patted Jiang San in her arms, "Go to sleep, you'll be busy tomorrow."

"My dear wife, you must take good care of yourself these days. You seem to have lost a lot of weight," Jiang San hugged Jiuli and rubbed his face in his arms, but did not dare to move due to the mourning period.

"As long as you are here, I will definitely take good care of myself and strive to grow old with you," Jiuli said lightly, and it rang in Jiang San's ears, "But now we should rest early."

The palace gates had not been opened in the morning, and the husbands of various families who came with missions were already waiting outside the palace gates.

As the palace gate opened, they marched in a mighty and orderly procession toward Guanju Palace, where the king and queen were. The Guanju Palace was enough to show how much His Majesty loved and valued this imperial husband.

"My dear wife, please stop making trouble. I want to sleep a little longer." Jiang San turned over to avoid Jiuli's hand, and his tone was a little hoarse as if he had just woken up. "I'm so sleepy,"

If he were in Taohua Village, he would sleep until noon.

"It will be time for the interview soon. If you don't get up now, you will be late for your makeup," Jiuli dug Jiang San out of the bed, held him and sat on a stool, letting Qingling put on makeup.

"Okay, don't hug me, I can sit by myself." Jiang San opened his eyes and couldn't help but hit Jiuli behind him. He felt embarrassed to be hugged like this.

"Don't move. Qingying is drawing your eyebrows. What if he draws them wrong?" Jiuli stretched out her hand and held Jiang San's moving wrist.

"Okay," Jiang San pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and almost fell asleep again. He ate three oats in a daze.

He woke up completely not long after sleeping, and saw Jiuli drinking tea at the table, with surprise flashing in his eyes.

"My dear wife, haven't you gone to court yet?" He subconsciously glanced at the clock. Yes, could it be that the time has passed?

"Let's go later. The time for court has been changed." Jiuli put down the cup in her hand, "Are you awake?"

"I woke up a long time ago, but I just didn't get up," Jiang San's eyes flashed with cunning. Wasn't his wife also deceived by him?

"Then I'll go first," Jiuli put down the cup, "and use the Nine-tailed Luanfeng Hairpin. I'll come to see you after I leave the court."

"Well, then I'll prepare my wife's favorite food and wait for her to come over," Jiang San waved his hand with a smile.

The ladies from both the inner and outer courts entered the Guanju Palace at 15:00 on the 9th hour and knelt at Jiang San's feet one by one. Jiang San just glanced around and saw the young man following everyone. His eyes changed slightly, but he still had a decent and gentle smile on his face.

"No need to be polite. Stand up." A familiar voice came from above, and Jiang Mu subconsciously raised his eyes to take a look.

However, due to the strict palace rules, he was not allowed to look directly at the faces of the king and queen, so he lowered his head, but his hands trembled slightly under his wide sleeves.

Jiang San frowned and slowly recited what he had read out before according to the prepared manuscript, and followed the interview process.

In the following verbal battle, Jiang San tried hard to absorb new knowledge and deal with the various traps set by these men.

In the previous dynasty, Jiuli supported her cheek and watched the people below arguing, until Jiang Wan brought up the talent show and she sat up straight.

"Your Majesty has already ascended the throne. When the previous emperor was your age, he already had a son and a daughter. Your Majesty has only one child, so you should choose a son from a prominent family to continue your lineage."

Following Jiang Wan's words, the court officials present took a step back and distanced themselves from Jiang Wan. Is this guy sick? He knew that His Majesty and the Queen had a very good relationship, but he had other thoughts in his eyes. It would be nice if it worked out.

Jiuli sat up straight and listened to Jiang Wan's long speech. There was no emotion on her face, but she knew in her heart that this was a test jointly promoted by the court officials.

Every time she shows weakness, she becomes weaker step by step. Every time she retreats, she retreats step by step. In the court games, do they really think she is easy to talk to?

"Jiang Qing, do you think now is the time for a talent show?" Jiuli turned the beads in her hand and decided to give it another chance.

However, the court officials keenly sensed another meaning.

They all seemed eager to make a move, and Hezhou looked at Jiang Wan silently. Alas, it was impossible to save her.

"Your Majesty has been on the throne for three months. During the previous emperor's time, there was a saying that one should be filial and keep one's heart. The mourning period has passed, and Your Majesty's harem is empty," Jiang Wan continued, without even noticing Jiuli's expression.

The voice he heard was no different from before, and he felt that this was His Majesty's concession, and he spoke with even more joy.

"Jiang Qing is absolutely right," Jiuli said gently.

Jiang Wan raised the corners of her lips with pride. She had been asking people from her faction to write memorials every day these days.

"I think Jiang Qing's family is still short of a few wives," Jiuli looked up at Kang Song, "I will give these to Jiang Qing."

Kang Song is worthy of being someone who served the previous emperor. He is very good at observing people's words and expressions and can understand what others mean with just a glance.

Hmm? Granting someone? Is this a reward for Jiang Wan? The ministers who were thinking about something with their heads down glanced sideways, and couldn't help but retract their gazes. This was really a huge reward.

When did Jiang Wan become so fair? Surprise flashed in their eyes at the same time. They were looking at the person bestowed by His Majesty. Where did they get this person? How could they be so unique? ? ?

But Jiang Wan was stunned when he saw those people.

"Jiang Qing, why don't you thank me?" When he heard the voice from above, he felt that it was not a reward, but a warning to him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." He had a bad feeling, and then Jiang Wan slowly withdrew from the vortex of power.

"If you have something to report, please come forward. If not, please dismiss the court." Kang Song waved the whisk in his hand, thinking about what she should eat later.

The draft was left unresolved and there was no further news.

"Since your majesty ascended the throne, the weather has been favorable and we, the ministers, have no important matters to report." He Zhoucong stood up and received countless rolls of eyes. He was really a flatterer.

Jiuli sat in the east warm room, glanced at the memorials on the table, and casually threw the still long memorials together.

"Send all of these back and ask them to re-copy them a hundred times and hand them in tomorrow. Since they can't remember them, they should write them well." Jiuli pointed to a stack of memorials and instructed Kang Song.

"Yes." Kang Song took a look and conservatively estimated that there were several thousand words at the top. After reading it a hundred times, his hands must have broken after being so excited, right?

He then began to review memorials and quickly wrote the word "read" on the memorial of greeting.

"What's going on at Guanju Palace?" He stopped writing and asked.