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"There was no unhappiness, on the contrary there was a lot of laughter." Kang Song carefully considered her wording, fearing that any of her words would anger the Majesty in front of her. She had long known that serving the emperor was like serving a tiger, and if she was not careful, she would end up in a mass grave.

"But many of the husbands come with their favored young sons," Kang Song added thoughtfully.

She looked at Jiuli inconspicuously, feeling emotional in her heart. His Majesty is now in the prime of life. Not to mention those young masters, any man would want to enter the palace to serve her.

Jiuli paused, then looked up.

"I'll go over for lunch at noon." Then he continued to review memorials.

Kang Song retreated quietly, asked his little apprentice to go and announce the decree, and stood guard at the door ready to serve at any time.

"Your Highness and His Majesty are so affectionate, and we are so lucky. We will not bother you any more." Cui Wanjun's husband stood up first, smiling, "I'll take my leave."

Jiang San signaled with his eyes, and Qing Qing walked out from behind him and sent all the husbands out. Jiang San leaned on the stool without any image. Talking to these people really exhausted him.

"Qing Xing," Jiang Mu called Qing Xing in front of the palace gate.

"Marquis Yongning, is there anything I can ask you?" Qing Qing lowered his eyes slightly, his tone respectful but in fact keeping people at a distance.

Why are you pretending to be a good person here? Don't you know the medicine your master took when he was in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion? You knew it but didn't remind him. Instead, you are so nice to your master? Are you feeling guilty for trying to have a romance?

"Is he okay?" Jiang Mu hesitated and finally couldn't help asking with a little guilt on his face.

"What does it have to do with you? Besides, are you doubting that His Majesty will treat the master badly? Or do you want to send someone to the palace?" Qing Ying said bluntly, "Just take care of yourself. You don't need to do unnecessary things now."

"The time has come, and you should leave the palace," Qing Ying continued, "and you are not worthy of this position. The master's mother's family is the Cui family, not the Zhenguogong Jiang family. You must understand this."

After saying that, Qing Ying bowed, turned around and walked into the palace gate.

"Did I do something wrong?" Jiang Mu looked back at the high wall in the distance, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. "Maybe I did something wrong."

It was almost noon. Jiang San stood beside the table and directed Qing Fen to place the food in the right place. At the same time, he asked the little servant outside who was responsible for passing on the message, his face full of joy.

"My dear wife," Jiang San turned around and saw Jiuli coming. He ran over and threw himself into Jiuli's arms. "Why did you come at this time? You are very late." He complained in a low voice.

Kang Song: Queen, please don't be too outrageous. Don't you know that being with the emperor is like being with a tiger? If you were in the harem of the previous emperor, you would have been thrown out the next day for being so unruly.

"It's cold, you don't have to come out," Jiuli hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Be careful about the crowds."

Jiang San got up from Jiuli's arms and walked to the table holding her hand.

"How can I not go out? I like to go out and greet my wife, like when we were in Taohua Village," Jiang San said in a low voice. Those days were the happiest time of his life.

"Today I made my wife's favorite shredded chicken wontons and sour bamboo shoots soup," Jiang San introduced the dishes enthusiastically.

"Sit down, Jiang Jiang, thank you for your hard work," he pulled Jiang San to sit down.

After having lunch together, we sat on the bed and talked.

"Wife, are you going to participate in the talent show?" Jiang San looked at Jiuli hesitantly, and spoke after a long time.

"Where did you hear it from?" Jiuli leaned on the soft pillow, shaking the cup in his hand with his fingertips, his eyes heavy, and glanced at Qingnu behind him inconspicuously, checking, who told him.

Qingnu nodded slightly, understanding, and she would go there soon.

"I overheard it by accident when they were leaving," Jiang San pursed his lips, his fingers tangled together, "Wife, you haven't said anything yet. If you really want to participate in the talent show, I won't do anything."

He just looked at Jiuli with tears in his eyes, looking pitiful.

"Don't choose." Jiuli raised her hand and pressed the corners of Jiang San's eyes. He was really spoiled. "Don't cry."

I don't know who he learned this personality of being easily influenced by rumors.

"I'm not crying, I just got blinded by sand." Jiang San raised his eyes proudly and stuffed himself into Jiuli's arms, "I believe whatever my wife says."

"I don't understand the affairs of the previous dynasty. I can only say that I will not cause trouble to my wife," Jiang San added, "Will my wife find me annoying? I am even more of a hindrance."

"No, I feel sorry for you. You don't need to learn those messy things. Just take care of yourself." Jiuli pinched Jiang San's cheek, "As for those things, I'll take care of them."

"Okay," Jiang San nodded obediently and put the matter behind him, "I made a new sachet for my wife."

Then he thought of something else and took out a new sachet with a golden dragon and clouds pattern from the sewing basket on the side and hung it around Jiuli's waist.

"It looks very beautiful. Your craftsmanship is getting better and better," Jiuli touched the new sachet and praised.

"I put a lot of thought into everything I give to my wife." Jiang San's eyebrows curved with a satisfied smile, "My wife,"

"What's the matter again? Why are you calling me so sweetly?" Jiuli was enjoying the rare leisure and pulled Jiang San into her arms with one hand.

"Can't I call you if nothing happens?" Jiang San put his wrist on Jiuli's shoulder, "You can't do anything rash, there are still two years left."

You have to observe mourning for three years before you can do those things.

"Don't you know whether I will do something stupid or not? You won't grow taller if you think too much." Jiuli pinched Jiang San's cheek again.

"My wife, I'm already big enough. I'm not a three-year-old who needs to grow taller." Jiang San turned his head away. He's already this old and still needs to grow taller? Is my wife treating him like a child?

"You will always be a child in my eyes," Jiuli skillfully held Jiang San in her arms, "Alright, stay with me for a while."

"Are you tired?" Jiang San raised his eyes and noticed the fatigue on Jiuli's face. "They are not good people. They all bully my wife," he said with a fierce tone.

"Yeah, they all bully me," Jiuli smiled and put his chin on Jiuli's shoulder, "Jiang Jiang has to take charge for me."

There was a look of anticipation in his eyes.

"Then I will bully their husbands," Jiang San thought about it and came up with a good idea, "What do the wives think?"

"You are such a clever kid," Jiuli laughed softly, "Then I'll wait for Jiang Jiang to vent my anger for me."

"Yeah!" Jiang San nodded, full of fighting spirit, "Wife, just wait and see."

Kang Song and Qing Nu, who were standing at the back, looked at each other in bewilderment. Was the Queen too naive or was their Majesty too cunning?

I can't understand why His Majesty, who is so cruel, becomes the one being bullied? Are they blind?

"Okay." Jiuli looked at Jiang San with encouraging eyes.