The Royal Family's Orphan is on the Rise

"Royal Great-grandmother, help me."

When Shen Jiarou heard this, she wanted to roll her eyes at her third son who was making trouble.

The Grand Empress Dowager said quickly, "Okay, okay, Grandmother will save you. Yiyi, don't be so angry with the child. It's New Year's Day, we can't get angry."

"The Empress Dowager is right." Shen Jiarou glared at Jiang Ziheng, the "instigator", but he playfully stuck out his tongue at her where the Empress Dowager couldn't see.

There was laughter and joy in the main hall. The familiar voice of announcing the news rang out again, and everyone looked towards the door.

Concubine Shun, wearing a festive red cotton-padded jacket and with her hands warmed, came to the main hall side by side with Concubine De, who was in high spirits due to the happy event.

The two of them bowed respectfully and said, "Your servants pay their respects to the Grand Empress Dowager."

"No need to be polite, Concubine Shun, Concubine De, please take a seat."

"Thank you, Queen Mother."

Shen Jiarou and Jiang Ruofan stood up and bowed respectfully to the two men.

"Your son greets the mother and the Concubine Dowager De."

They both smiled gently and nodded.

The children also saluted to the two of them in unison: "Greetings to the Imperial Grandmother, and to Concubine Dowager De."

Concubine Shun waved to Jiang Huajin and said, "Come here, Jin'er. Let the Royal Grandmother take a good look at you."

At the same time, Concubine De waved to Jiang Ziyi. Jiang Ziyi quickly came to her side, and Concubine De held her warm little hand.

"What is Ziyi doing recently?"

"It's New Year's greetings, it's so lively."

Jiang Huajin walked over and said, "Grandmother, I have gained weight recently, and my third brother scolded me."

When Jiang Ziheng heard her complain, his little face frowned, like a childish old man.

"Father and mother, look, my sixth sister is actually complaining."

Jiang Huajin made a naughty face at him, and the adults all laughed.

As the "judge", Concubine Shun pretended to be angry and looked at Jiang Ziheng.

"Brother Heng, you can't say your sister is fat."

The laughter in the main hall made the mother and son who came to Fushou Palace smile happily.

The Queen Mother said lovingly, "Jin'er has also learned to complain."

Ji Chenyu smiled and said, "The children are still young, mother, let's go in too."

"it is good."

"The Queen Mother has arrived, the Emperor has arrived!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked towards the door. What came into view was Ji Chenyu, dressed in a festive red brocade robe and a noble purple phoenix robe. The phoenix on it looked lifelike, as if it was dancing gracefully.

"I pay my respects to the Queen Mother. May the Queen Mother be well."

"Your grandson pays respect to the Imperial Grandmother. May the Imperial Grandmother be well."

"No need to be polite, the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, please sit over there."

"Yes."

After Concubine Shun and Concubine De finished their ceremony, Shen Jiarou and Jiang Ruofan stood up and saluted them respectfully.

"Your son greets the Queen Mother. May your mother be well and may your mother have a happy new year. Your sister greets your brother. May your brother have a happy new year."

"I have seen you, mother. May you be well and have a happy new year. I have seen you."

"Yiyi and the Prince Consort, please don't be polite. Please sit down and talk."

Jiang Ziwen's seven brothers and sisters received red envelopes from the Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager, Concubine Shun, Concubine De, and Ji Chenyu. Jiang Ziheng was smiling happily while holding the five red envelopes.

"I'm rich, I'm rich, hahahaha."

Ji Chenyu was so amused by seeing him like this that he burst out laughing.

"Brother Heng, you have to treat us to a meal."

Everyone looked at him, only to see him waving his hand.

"No problem, you can choose Shi Ya Xuan or Zhuang Yuan Hotpot Shop, both are under one thousand taels."

The Empress Dowager thought it was really fun to tease children: "Hahaha, then how can we get Heng Ge'er to spend the money? Let's all work together to figure it out."

They have lived in the deep palace for a long time, and except for Ji Chenyu, it is unrealistic for them to go out of the palace to dine in a restaurant.

Jiang Ziheng shook his head and sighed: "Alas, it's not that I don't want to treat you, it's that you guys are not helpful."

Jiang Zixue's (Tang Zixue) eyes lit up and he said, "I see, Third Brother, if you donate the silver to the disaster-stricken areas, it is equivalent to all of us donating money."

Jiang Ziheng was stunned: "Has there been a disaster recently?"

How could he not know?

Jiang Ziwen explained: "Yes, you only care about playing all day, so you don't pay attention to these things."

Jiang Ziheng scratched his head embarrassedly: That’s true.

"How about I donate 1,500 taels?"

Jiang Zihao urged him, "Why don't we round it up to an even number, two thousand taels directly?"

Jiang Ziheng was excited: "Oh my god, second brother, you won't leave me any money. I will be left with nothing."

Jiang Ruofan frowned, "Brother Heng, stop talking nonsense. What's the northwest wind? The mansion is in need of food and drink. What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiang Ziheng sighed, "Father, I was just using a metaphor. Why are you taking it so seriously?"

Jiang Ruofan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "You little bastard, are you itching for trouble again?"

Seeing that everyone had been led astray, Jiang Huajin quickly reminded Ji Chenyu.

"Uncle Emperor, please agree to the donation from my third brother. It's not two thousand taels like my second brother said. One thousand five hundred taels will do."

When Ji Chenyu heard this, he quickly responded.

"Okay, Brother Heng, this is what you said. A promise is worth a thousand gold. You must keep your promise."

Jiang Ziheng said seriously, "Okay, how about I sign a contract for you, Uncle Emperor?"

Ji Chenyu smiled cheerfully: "You said so, Luo Cheng, quickly prepare paper and pen, I want to write the contract myself today."

Luo Cheng hurriedly prepared, and everyone gathered around Ji Chenyu to write. From the vigorous and powerful handwriting, it can be seen that the owner of the writing is a person with good calligraphy.

"Wow, Uncle Emperor, your handwriting is so beautiful. If I sell it, it would be worth a fortune."

Shen Jiarou slapped him on the head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, my royal brother? Children can only speak without restraint, please forgive me."

Ji Chenyu waved his hand: "Didn't Brother Heng praise my calligraphy for its beauty? He said my calligraphy is worth a thousand gold coins. I should be happy."

Seeing that he was not angry, Shen Jiarou and Jiang Ruofan felt relieved.

The busiest few days have passed, the New Year's greetings have been paid, and the morning worship has resumed.

In the Golden Palace, Ji Chenyu was sitting on the dragon throne in a noble and domineering bright yellow dragon robe.

"My dear ministers, today I want to praise a person, or to be more precise, dozens of children."

The court officials who were unaware of the whole situation were stunned: Who does the emperor want to praise during the New Year?

Seeing the ministers full of confusion, Ji Chenyu smiled gently and spoke.

"Eunuch Luo has tens of thousands of taels of silver, all donated by the children to the people in the disaster area."

The court officials were shocked: The emperor must be joking, which child has so much money to donate.

Suddenly everyone looked at Shen Jiarou at the same time. If it was the Regent Princess' child, then it was not impossible.

Ji Chenyu looked at Luo Cheng and said, "Take out the list and show it to Lord Mu, the Minister of Revenue, so that we adults can also see the children's thoughts for the disaster area."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Minister of Revenue, Lord Mu, took it respectfully. When he opened it and saw the names on the list, he was shocked: Jiang Family, Bao Family, Fu Family, Li Family, Qin Family…

Liu Sishan, the Minister of Dali Temple, urged: "Minister of Revenue, please read it faster."

Grand Minister of Agriculture Xie (Xie Enxing) said: "Yes, the Minister of Revenue."

He was quite curious about how a group of kids could be so capable of making donations.

The Minister of Revenue, Lord Mu, cleared his throat and read out: "Jiang Ziwen two thousand taels, Jiang Ziyi three thousand taels, Jiang Zihao one thousand five hundred taels, Jiang Ziheng one thousand five hundred taels, Tang Zixue three thousand taels, Jiang Huajin two thousand taels, Jiang Ziyong one thousand three hundred taels..."

Everyone was shocked: the seven children of the Jiang family alone cost 14,500 taels.

The donation amount was so staggering that it made these adults feel ashamed.