Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1905

Emperor Zhaowu was sincere and affirmed Shi Anxia's achievements in every word.

He did not spend the whole day playing with the children. Instead, he led his confidants to survey the canal culverts at dawn every day and did not return until dusk.

Only when the lights were turned on did he order people to take the children to the courtyard to play for a while.

Seeing that An Xia had to deal with the disaster and sort out the complicated issues involved in the Jiang Zhongxin case, he never bothered her or asked about it easily.

Cen Yuan had some doubts in his heart. It was not until this moment that he realized whether Empress Dowager Huizheng and Emperor Zhaowu had any feelings for each other after he was poisoned in his previous life.

But as soon as this thought came to his mind, he suppressed it.

He thought, if anything really happened, when Shi Anxia was reborn and came back, before she remembered him, the first person she would choose should be Emperor Zhaowu.

Obviously, Shi Anxia never had this idea. Even if it was to avoid the Queen Mother's evil hands, she would rather marry him, a "stranger", than choose Emperor Zhaowu.

Thinking of this, Cen Yuan's depression suddenly disappeared.

But when he was in love at night, he held her in his arms and couldn't help burying his face in her neck, saying in a muffled voice, "Emperor Zhaowu treats you three times closer than a real brother and sister."

The words sound a bit sour.

Shi Anxia was startled when she heard this, but then nodded. "Of course it's more than just a brother-sister relationship." She looked righteous and awe-inspiring. "He's grateful to you and me for helping him ascend to the throne, and he's also thinking about..." She paused, "We avenged his mother's death for him."

In his previous life, Xiao Zhi not only failed to take revenge, he also almost died in the capital.

She was not proud of her own achievements, but the fact was that without her and Cen Yuan's planning, Beiyi would not have reached its current prosperity.

Xiao Zhi's life would not have been so smooth. She deserved the credit.

Seeing her explaining so seriously, Cen Yuan didn't know what to say. His little girl was so obsessed with the affairs of the court that she wouldn't think about these romantic affairs like ordinary girls.

He, on the other hand, is narrow-minded.

This is fine - Cen Yuan tightened her arms. Where she couldn't see, the corners of her lips slightly raised, she was in a good mood.

At dawn that day, Emperor Zhaowu just stepped out of the gate of the inn when he met two people.

A young man in brocade robe was holding a gold-painted visiting card. He was Xie Huai, the eldest son of the Xie family.

When Emperor Zhaowu glanced at the words "asking to see the princess" on the note, he understood that it must be a request for the princess to show mercy and release his brother Xie Yu.

Emperor Zhaowu only had a vague idea about this matter. He only knew that Xie Yu was actually the fifth prince of Liang State, who came to dig up the gold mine in Beiyi, and was now being played by Shi Anxia.

He was too lazy to care, knowing that An Xia knew what to do.

But the other man in black made Emperor Zhaowu take a closer look. The man was about fifty years old, with a weathered face and a beard. His drooping eyebrows made a pair of hawk-like eyes that made a deep impression when he looked at him.

Zhuo Qiran chased out of the inn, shouting "Master".

When Zhuo Qiran saw that Emperor Zhaowu was also there, he hurriedly bowed and introduced his master.

Emperor Zhaowu immediately knew that this person was Zhuo Qiran's master Ye Xun.

He went on a secret tour in disguise, and Zhuo Qiran only performed common courtesy.

Ye Xun only nodded slightly to him as a greeting. When that look came over, Emperor Zhaowu clearly felt that it was quite meaningful.

Although Emperor Zhaowu was once an unpopular prince, he had been immersed in the majesty of the royal family for many years. The years of governing the country had tempered his demeanor, and even now, standing in front of the steps in a plain robe, his demeanor was like a sword drawn from its sheath, making people dare not look directly at him.

When ordinary people see him, they always subconsciously lower their heads and avoid him.