The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Looking at the wound that had been re-bandaged by his mother, Liang Chongyue just smiled slightly in response to his mother's concerned eyes, repeating different words.

This wound was nothing compared to those sustained on the battlefield. It was just that the wound was in a bad location and affected her daily life.

"Yunling, take good care of His Majesty. His Majesty's hands are not very handy, so you must always pay attention to him."

Liang Chongyue glanced at her hands that were wrapped like dumplings. It was indeed inconvenient. She could originally review the memorials with great pain, but now it seemed that her mother did it on purpose and just didn't want her to work hard anymore.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will take good care of Your Majesty."

Yun Ling bowed and retreated silently. When she came back, she walked in with breakfast.

"Your mother has consulted the imperial physician about your injury, and there are many dietary restrictions you should avoid. Until your hand heals, all meals will be delivered from the Cining Palace. Your mother will personally supervise their preparation and delivery to you."

Faced with his mother's concern, Liang Chongyue could only smile and nod to show that he understood.

After Yun Ling brought the breakfast over, she opened the lid and saw the familiar minced meat porridge and a few dishes to go with it.

"My wound is on my hand, not my leg. I'd better get up and have dinner."

The minced meat porridge had a faint medicinal aroma, which was released when the queen mother stirred the porridge. Liang Chongyue could tell what medicinal ingredients were in it just by smelling it.

"Mother will feed you. It won't be too late to clean up after you finish eating."

After the Queen Mother finished speaking, before Liang Chongyue could say anything else, a spoonful of cooled minced meat porridge was brought to his mouth, and Liang Chongyue had no choice but to open his mouth and swallow it.

"It tastes good, but there are too many herbs. I'll put less next time."

Liang Chongyue drank two bowls of porridge one mouthful after another, and soon finished all the side dishes. Only then did his mother put down the bowls.

"The Queen Mother knows about this. She will ask them to be careful from now on."

Yun Ling took the used breakfast away. After Liang Chongyue stood up, he took blood-recovering pills and painkillers in the inner hall before going out.

Seeing that his mother was still sitting in the outer hall and showed no intention of leaving, the memorials had already been delivered and piled on the dragon table. After Ping An sorted out the memorials, he glanced at the Empress Dowager sitting beside him, and then quietly stepped aside.

"Has your mother had breakfast?"

Liang Chongyue walked to his mother with a gentle smile on his face, lowered his wide sleeves, and hid his injured hands underneath them. He didn't look like an injured person at all.

"I used it before you woke up. How was it? Did you tear the wound when you changed your clothes just now?"

Xiang Huayue approached Chongyue cautiously, raised her hand to pull her hand over to check it out, but just as she stretched out her hand, she put it back.

"Don't worry, mother. Yunling is very careful and has nothing to do with it."

Liang Chongyue pulled his hand back, avoiding the hand extended by his mother.

After noticing Chongyue's subtle movements, Xiang Huayue also glanced at the pile of memorials on the dragon table behind Chongyue, and understood what Chongyue meant. She has always been a diligent person and cannot be persuaded by what she said.

"Forget it. Mother will go back to see Minglang. After you finish your work, I will not come to lunch to prevent Minglang from making trouble and hurting you again."

Liang Chongyue bowed slightly towards his mother:

"Your Majesty, I respectfully bid you farewell. I am sorry for all the trouble you've taken today. When I feel better, I'll come back to pay my respects to you."

Xiang Huayue helped Chongyue up, and after glancing at the palace servants serving in the Yangxin Palace with his bright eyes, he turned around and left the Palace with the support of Chunchan.

Liang Chongyue stood there, watching the Queen Mother's retreating figure. Yunling approached His Majesty attentively:

"Your Majesty, your hands are indeed not handy for writing. I will go and get those small seals for you."

Liang Chongyue came back to his senses after hearing this, nodded lightly, and turned around to sit in front of the dragon table.

"I'll see for myself, all of you please leave."

Yun Ling and Ping An exchanged a glance, realizing that His Majesty had been strong since childhood and certainly didn't want them to see Him suffering from injuries, so they bowed and retreated with their men.

After everyone left, Liang Chongyue did not review any more memorials, as there was still one hanging above her head.

Liang Chongyue stood up and walked towards the imperial concubine's couch, lying on the couch with his eyes closed to rest. In fact, he had already asked the system to project all the memorials onto the panel. After reading them all, Liang Chongyue opened his eyes and met Fei He's concerned gaze on the beam. Liang Chongyue smiled knowingly and waved to him.

Fei He seemed to be afraid that it would hurt her if she attacked him, so the moment she waved her hand, he jumped down from the beam and landed beside her.

"Your Majesty, please look for your subordinates."

Liang Chongyue's hands are now wrapped like dumplings. After taking painkillers, she doesn't feel much pain, but it is still inconvenient.

"Have you had breakfast?"

When Liang Chongyue was young, An Jiu and An Shi were hung on the beams of her palace. When it was time to go to the bathroom and have meals, they would take turns going. Now Fei He is the only one there. He would only delegate the matter to Chi Rong when he had to go on a mission. Every time she looked up, she would see Fei He deliberately revealing his flaws to tell her that he was always there.

"Your Majesty, I have used it."

Liang Chongyue looked down at his abdomen, somewhat disbelieving Fei He's words, and reminded him with concern:

"I grew up in luxury, and my health is three times better than others. You are a few years older than me. If you don't take care of your health, you might not be able to accompany me for many more years."

Liang Chongyue's words were rough but her point was true. She liked Feihe, otherwise she would not have chosen him to be Minglang's father.

As she spoke, she stretched out her carefully wrapped hands, showing them to Fei He as if she wanted to deliberately make him feel distressed.

"Your Majesty has suffered a lot. Don't worry, I have eaten three meals a day on time, but I have never let Your Majesty see it." After all, I will accompany Your Majesty until the end of his life.

Fei He did not say the last disrespectful words. Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven. The only person in the world who can say such words is Your Majesty's husband, the first queen of Daxia who was included in the royal family tree.

"Remember what you said. If you can stay with me till the end of my life, I will allow you to enter the imperial mausoleum. When you die, your coffin must be placed beside me, and you will protect me for a thousand or ten thousand years."

According to the rules of etiquette, this is absolutely not allowed, but who cares about those things after death? As long as she leaves an edict, Minglang will surely not dare to object.

After Liang Chongyue finished speaking, she waited for Fei He's response. When he didn't move for a long time, she looked up and met his eyes sparkling with tears. This was the first time she saw Fei He so excited. She didn't expect that the Sifangtai Zhangling, whose heart was colder than his face, would also have such a side.

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and your words are spoken."

"It's hard to catch up. Don't worry, I always keep my word."

If she can no longer make decisions on such trivial matters, then her life as emperor will have been in vain.

She was not bound by etiquette and laws in the first half of her life, and did many things that were unacceptable in this era, but she succeeded. Who can influence her decisions after her death?