The Emperor's daughter seeks power to marry the legitimate daughter and becomes the emperor

When Weng Ruoyun heard Qin Yan calling the old man grandpa, she obviously did not recognize that this old man was Weng Ruoyun's grandfather.

When Weng Ruoyun read, she habitually leaned on the chair with her feet on it, reading with her right hand and eating with her left hand.

"Queen, how can you be so rude to not come over and pay respects to your grandfather?"

Seeing Weng Ruoyun's indifferent attitude as she ate and read a book, Qin Yan felt that she was being unruly.

"It's not my ancestor..."

"Ruoyun, I am your grandfather Weng Huai. Look, this child doesn't even recognize his grandfather. Is it different now that he is the queen?"

Seeing that Weng Ruoyun was about to make a mistake, Weng Huai hurriedly interrupted her.

Afterwards, Weng Huai continued chatting with Qin Xian.

"Your Majesty, Lord Weng Yan is my only son. After my son became an official, he devoted himself to serving the country and assisting Your Majesty. He was busy helping Your Majesty with her worries and had no time for romance. He gave birth to Ruoyun, his only legitimate daughter, when he was forty."

"To be honest with you, my father-in-law is upright and honest. He is indeed a rare honest official."

Qin Xun was also polite and chatted with Weng Huai.

"My granddaughter has been spoiled since she was little, playful and unreasonable. She and her grandmother get angry every now and then."

Weng Huai looked at Weng Ruoyun's face and found that she looked very similar to his granddaughter, but her personality was completely different.

Weng Ruoyun is lively and cheerful, simple and lovely, yearns for freedom, and has never been to school.

Although Weng Ruoyun's father was a provincial governor, she had no interest in poetry and books and was only fond of playing.

However, Weng Ruoyun was born with a graceful figure, picturesque features, eyes that seemed to contain infinite tenderness, and a cold and aloof look between her features.

When Weng Ruoyun was reading a book by herself, she was quiet and gentle, giving people the impression that she was well-educated and well-mannered.

The calligraphy of Weng Ruoyun is neat and clean, and his nobility and cultivation are unique.

Weng Huai saw that Weng Ruoyun was reading very carefully, which was completely different from other women who had miscarried. How could other women have the patience to read after miscarriage?

"Grandfather, why didn't you tell me you were coming? I'm blaming you for concentrating on reading and neglecting you!"

When Weng Ruoyun heard what Weng Huai said, she hurriedly put down the book, pouted and took Weng Huai's arm, with a little bit of complaint in her tone.

At the same time, Weng Ruoyun was also a little nervous. What if Weng Huai came to expose her today?

Weng Ruoyun felt that she was on the verge of death.

Fortunately, Weng Huai came to rescue her, and Weng Ruoyun was relieved!

"Grandfather's dear granddaughter, what book are you reading? What font is it written in?"

Weng Huai looked at Weng Ruoyun, who exuded the scent of books, and walked towards the study with some curiosity.

When Weng Ruoyun heard what Weng Huai asked, he helped him sit on the chair and confidently introduced the characters he had practiced today.

"Today's book is about nine styles of calligraphy. There are nine ways to write one character. It's just one character, but there are so many ways to write it?"

Then Weng Ruoyun picked up the word "Ming" that he had written and explained to Weng Huai what font it was.

"Grandfather, look, this is the nine types of calligraphy I wrote today. This is the word Ming. The first type is oracle bone script."

After Weng Ruoyun and Weng Huai introduced the first character, they picked up the second character and explained it to him in detail.

"Grandfather, the second is seal script. The third is Yan style. The fourth is Jin style. The fifth is Song style calligraphy. The sixth is regular script. The seventh is official script. The eighth is cursive script. The ninth is running script. What do you think of my writing?"

Weng Ruoyun explained every word to Weng Huai. Her confidence was not ostentatious, and she remained polite.

"Did you write this?"

When Qin Yan saw the nine-style calligraphy written by Weng Ruoyun, was he shocked for a moment?

Qin Yan looked at Weng Ruoyun with more and more doubts, so he asked casually.

"The Queen is only fifteen years old, how can she understand the nine styles of calligraphy?"

When Weng Ruoyun heard what Qin Yan asked, she felt flustered and nervous for a moment, but she quickly suppressed her unnecessary confusion.

Weng Ruoyun walked up to Qin Yan, took the calligraphy from his hand, and said to him with a smile.

"Why are you so suspicious? It's just a piece of calligraphy, right?"

Once Qin Yan became suspicious, he felt that the childhood sweetheart in front of him was not his childhood sweetheart Weng Ruoyun.

Qin Xun remembered that he had told Weng Ruoyun that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent.

Therefore, Weng Ruoyun had no interest in poetry, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and she was named by him.

How come Weng Ruoyun can write nine styles of calligraphy after only three years?

Qin Yan guessed that maybe the person he spent every day with was not his childhood sweetheart Weng Ruoyun?

Qin Xun picked up the seal script written by Weng Ruoyun and asked her again.

"Oh? Could it be that the Queen has a photographic memory?"

Qin Xun looked at Weng Ruoyun with increasing suspicion. How could a teenage girl write all nine styles of calligraphy?

"Your Majesty, I am also a family of scholars. Although I am not as talented as the royal descendants, I am not ignorant of knowledge."

Weng Huai heard Qin Yan's doubt and started chatting with him to help Weng Ruoyun out of the predicament.

When Weng Huai saw that Qin Yun was remembering, his granddaughter Weng Ruoyun really couldn't write the nine styles of calligraphy.

Weng Huai knew that his granddaughter Weng Ruoyun had been spoiled by her family since she was a child. It was a miracle that she could write a complete sentence!

Qin Yan sneered and still looked at Weng Ruoyun, puzzled.

"Oh? Really?"

Qin Yan looked at the neat handwriting, which was almost as outstanding as his own. It was definitely impossible for it to be written by someone with only three years of education.

Only then did Weng Ruoyun realize that Qin Yan had become suspicious, so she supported Weng Huai and asked someone to send him back.

"Someone, take my grandfather back to his room to rest."

Weng Ruoyun didn't dare let Qin Yan continue to doubt, so she deliberately disrupted his thoughts. She tried to keep it a secret for as long as possible until Weng Ruoyun came back!

Not long after, after watching Weng Huai leave, Weng Ruoyun closed the door of her boudoir, leaned her soft body against Qin Yan's arms, and spoke to him in a tender voice.

"What are you thinking about? Can you stay with me?"

Weng Ruoyun stroked Qin Yan's face with her soft palm and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

Qin Yan subconsciously distanced himself from Weng Ruoyun, looked at the calligraphy she wrote, and continued to question her.

"I thought of something. Queen, do you remember what characters I taught you to write?"

How could Weng Ruoyun know the past of Qin Yan and Weng Ruoyun?

Weng Ruoyun's pretty face was full of flattering intent, and she took the initiative to hug Qin Yan.

"I remember that night, Your Majesty ruined my innocence. After that night, I couldn't get off the throne for several days. How about Your Majesty think of another way to bully me?"

Qin Yan was constantly pestered by Weng Ruoyun. Recalling the night when he first met her, the smile on his handsome face became much gentler.

Qin Yan gently pinched Weng Ruoyun's chin with his hot fingertips, wrapped his left hand around her slender waist, and lowered his head slightly to respond to her tenderness.

"Be careful of my prince."

Just when Qin Yan wanted to dote on Weng Ruoyun urgently, he suddenly remembered that it was not easy for her to get pregnant this time.

Qin Yan was worried about Weng Ruoyun's health, so he let her go.

Weng Ruoyun refused to give in. She wrapped her soft arms around Qin Yan's neck and refused to let go no matter what.

"If you don't have any, I'll have another one. By the way, can I ask for a day off from you?"

Weng Ruoyun deliberately tested Qin Yan's patience. She pinched Qin Yan's chin and shook it gently a few times, and mentioned the baby in her belly so casually.

"The Queen is so presumptuous before they even get married, forcing her to get pregnant with my legitimate prince, and she speaks so contemptuously? I didn't expect the Queen to be so cruel?"

Suddenly Qin Yan's face changed, which made people feel frightened.

Weng Ruoyun didn't dare to smile anymore, and Qin Yan was so angry that he grabbed her neck.

Qin Xun thought back to Weng Ruoyun, who had the same tender look on her face just now.

Qin Yan was a little confused. How could she say that she didn't want the emperor's legitimate son?

"I'm just kidding."

Weng Ruoyun's legs went weak and she knelt down at Qin Yan's feet, grabbing his sleeves with some grievance, and two lines of tears flowed from her beautiful eyes.

"I was wrong. You scared me and the child. My stomach hurts!"