The Legend of Concubine Su

During this time, the Emperor had shown meticulous care for Su Jingyue, frequently visiting her and the young Prince Yuan Cong. Today, the Emperor entered Su Jingyue's chambers as usual. Upon entering, he saw Su Jingyue holding Yuan Cong, softly singing a song he had never heard before: "Little bunny, dear, open the door..." The beautiful, melodious voice seemed to descend from the heavens, captivating him.

As if under a spell, the Emperor couldn't help but lose himself in the beautiful melody. His feet seemed drawn by an invisible force as he slowly walked toward Su Jingyue. A smile crossed his lips, and he softly said, "The song you sang today is one I've never heard before. I wonder what it's called?" Su Jingyue's beautiful face flushed with shyness, like a peach blossom in full bloom, alluring and alluring. She softly said, "This song is just a little tune I sing on a whim. It doesn't have a proper name." The Emperor's gaze fell on the adorable Yuan Cong in her arms. The little creature's chubby appearance was truly endearing. The Emperor couldn't help but smile. "Let me hold our little Yuan Cong and see if he's gained a little weight?" With that, he extended his warm hands and gently lifted Yuan Cong from Su Jingyue's arms. His movements were incredibly gentle, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Time flies, and seven years have passed in the blink of an eye. Yuan Cong has grown into a learned and talented young man. Not only is he proficient in classical Chinese and has dabbled in a wide range of classics, he also composes poetry and paints, a testament to his immense talent. Furthermore, Su Jingyue personally teaches him English, Korean, and other foreign languages. However, facing such heavy academic pressure, even the brilliant Yuan Cong feels perplexed.

In the early morning, sunlight streamed softly through the window, casting a gentle shadow across the room. Yuan Cong sat at his desk, a foreign book in his hands, his brow furrowed slightly, as if he had stumbled upon something he found difficult to understand. He gently set the book down, slowly stood up, and walked to the window, gazing at the beautiful scenery outside, his mind filled with confusion.

Finally, he could no longer suppress the doubts in his heart, turned back to the desk, looked at his mother Su Jingyue with a firm gaze, and asked softly: "Mother, I have no intention of studying abroad in the future. Why should I learn so many foreign languages? What are the benefits of this?" There was a hint of confusion and incomprehension in his tone.

Su Jingyue smiled slightly, but didn't answer her son's question immediately. She slowly stood up, walked lightly to Yuan Cong's side, and gently stroked his head, her eyes full of tenderness. Yuan Cong raised his head and met his mother's warm gaze, and a warm current surged in his heart.

Su Jingyue said softly, "Cong'er, although we live in ancient times, your mother hopes that you will be well-educated and knowledgeable. You must not only be proficient in your own culture, but also understand the languages and cultures of other countries. Only in this way, when you inherit the throne in the future, can you better govern this country, communicate and cooperate with other countries, and make our country more prosperous."

Yuan Cong listened quietly to his mother's teachings, his gaze growing firmer. He understood her good intentions and the profound responsibility he bore as the future emperor. Though still young, he began to appreciate the broad perspective and profound knowledge required of a successful monarch. He nodded vigorously, expressing his understanding and support for his mother.

Yuan Cong then picked up the book again, flipped open the pages, and began to read attentively. He was absorbed and absorbed, as if immersed in a sea of knowledge. Su Jingyue looked at her son with satisfaction, her heart filled with pride. She knew that Yuan Cong would become a visionary and wise monarch, leading the country to glory.

As time passed, Yuan Cong, under his mother's guidance, diligently studied various subjects. He not only mastered his native culture but also acquired proficiency in several foreign languages. As he grew older, he gradually demonstrated exceptional leadership skills.

Su Jingyue patiently explained to Yuan Cong, "These languages are unique to other countries. We must deeply understand their culture and technology in order to better develop our own country. Only in this way can we absorb the essence and discard the dregs, leading our country to prosperity." Yuan Cong nodded thoughtfully, expressing his understanding. From then on, he worked even harder to memorize English words, hoping to soon fulfill his mother's wish.

After the emperor left court, he walked steadily to Su Jingyue's bedroom as usual. He saw Su Jingyue sitting at the table, concentrating on checking Yuan Cong's English homework. Her serious expression softened his heart. He couldn't help but slow down his pace and quietly walked up behind her. Suddenly, he reached out and snatched the homework book from her hand.

"Ah!" Su Jingyue was caught off guard and was frightened by this sudden action. She screamed and said angrily: "Your Majesty, why did you suddenly appear? I was scared to death! You are so mean!" She patted her chest gently, trying to calm her frightened heart.

The emperor raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile, and said disapprovingly: "My beloved, seeing you working so hard to check my son's homework, I feel so distressed, so I will come and help you." As he said, he picked up the homework book and brought it close to his eyes to examine it carefully.

However, when the emperor saw the densely packed strange letters and words on the exercise book, the smile on his face gradually froze, his brows furrowed tightly, and he asked in confusion: "My beloved, what are these words? Why don't I recognize any of them?" He couldn't help but shook his head, his heart full of confusion.

Su Jingyue looked at the emperor's bewildered expression and couldn't help but chuckle. She explained, "Your Majesty, these are all in English. We don't have that kind of writing system, so naturally we can't recognize them."

The emperor nodded in sudden realization, but a hint of curiosity and confusion still lingered in his eyes. He put down his homework, reached out and embraced Su Jingyue, and asked softly, "My beloved, if these characters are so special, why do you want the Crown Prince to learn them?"

Su Jingyue smiled and replied, "Your Majesty, communication between countries is frequent these days. English, as an international language, will be of great benefit to the Crown Prince in handling state affairs and diplomacy in the future. Moreover, mastering multiple languages can broaden one's horizons and increase one's knowledge."

The emperor nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood the reason. He said with emotion: "I see, it seems that my prince will be a learned and talented person in the future." After saying this, he gently stroked Su Jingyue's hair, his eyes full of love.

Su Jingyue's lips curled up slightly, and she explained gently, "Your Majesty, these are not Chinese characters. They are the language of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, called English."

The emperor nodded as if suddenly enlightened, but a hint of doubt still crossed his face. "This country's writing system is surprisingly unique. I've never seen it before. However, I firmly believe that as long as our Yuan Cong is diligent and studious, he will be able to master this language in due time."

Su Jingyue listened to the emperor's words, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. She knew the emperor had high hopes for Yuan Cong, hoping he would grow into a man of great talent and broad knowledge. As Yuan Cong's biological mother, she would naturally do her utmost to teach him and help him become an outstanding prince.

Thus, the Emperor and Su Jingyue spent a delightful morning together, sometimes discussing Yuan Cong's academic progress, and sometimes just enjoying each other's company.