The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

By this time the food was already cold.

Jun Xiaochen asked someone to bring up another table of exactly the same food.

After watching the fireworks, the little emperor's heart could not calm down for a long time. He sat down at the table, looking at the sumptuous food, his eyes feeling sore and swollen.

Xu Junjun didn't want to see his tears, so she picked up a piece of his favorite dish with her chopsticks and joked with a smile:

"Don't cry all the time when you're a birthday girl. Be careful not to cry away all your blessings or your wishes won't come true."

After her interruption, the little emperor's discomfort dissipated a lot. He hummed in a muffled voice and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

Halfway through the meal, the little emperor felt the pain in his chest getting worse and worse.

Looking towards Xu Junjun and Jun Xiaochen, the little emperor clenched his fists and endured it silently.

After the meal, all three of them drank some wine.

However, Xu Junjun only let the little emperor take a sip and didn't let him drink more.

Then, she drank the remaining few pots with Jun Xiaochen, and even drank the few bottles of fruit wine that the shopkeeper had ordered.

Jun Xiaochen knew that she was feeling uncomfortable, but he did not stop her. He waited until her face turned red and she was feeling drunk before he ordered someone to bring her some hangover soup.

After Xu Junjun finished drinking the hangover soup, Jun Xiaochen looked at the little emperor with clear eyes and said softly:

“Are you full?

If you are full, we will return to the palace."

The little emperor's eyes were filled with smiles, as if they were blooming in the night sky. He stared at Jun Xiaochen and replied firmly:

"Uncle Wang, I'm full."

"Well, let's go."

Xu Junjun was still conscious, but she had drunk too much and her body was a little weak.

She propped herself up and stood up, holding onto the table to steady herself, and said to Jun Xiaochen who had just left:

"The little emperor can't walk much longer. You carry him to the carriage."

Jun Xiaochen hummed and looked at the little emperor. This time, the little emperor did not refuse. He nodded at Jun Xiaochen:

"Listen to Sister Xu."

Jun Xiaochen carried the little emperor downstairs, and Xu Junjun followed closely behind. The shopkeeper and Wei Dong, who had been waiting at the bottom of the stairs, were both shocked when they saw Jun Xiaochen carrying someone down.

Weidong thought something had happened to the emperor, but the shopkeeper guessed Jun Xiaochen's identity as a young man and was shocked.

Brushing away Wei Dong's hand, Jun Xiaochen said in a low voice:

"Need not.

Get the carriage ready."

Weidong immediately went downstairs to prepare. Xu Junjun asked another personal guard to settle the bill, and she followed Jun Xiaochen out of the restaurant.

Fireworks fade away quickly and joy disappears.

Xu Junjun looked at the two people in front of him, and his heart felt like a hole had been opened. The cold wind rushed in, freezing his bones.

When he returned to the palace, the little emperor's face was completely pale.

Xu Junjun was sobered up by the shock. The carriage was dim and she didn't pay attention. Now when she returned to the bedroom, she saw the blue face of the little emperor and subconsciously grabbed his wrist.

After taking the pulse, Xu Junjun jumped up immediately, took out a pill and stuffed it into the little emperor's mouth, and asked someone to invite the old patriarch of the Shen family.

Jun Xiaochen knew something was wrong when he saw her posture, but he had anticipated this and was still relatively calm at the moment, except for a circle of red outside his amber pupils.

Patriarch Shen was brought here in a hurry by Weidong. His clothes were disheveled and it was obvious that he had just been dug out of bed.

The little emperor's face turned pale from enduring the pain. After the old patriarch Shen entered the hall, he was directly pulled over by Xu Junjun.

Sitting down on the dragon bed, the old clan leader Shen saw the little emperor's expression and without even caring about Xu Junjun's rudeness, he went to feel the little emperor's pulse.

After taking the pulse, the old patriarch immediately became serious and took out a pill from his arms and gave it to the little emperor to take.

After taking two life-saving pills in succession, the little emperor's complexion finally recovered a little.

The old patriarch stood up and looked at Jun Xiaochen and Xu Junjun, muttering:

"Come out with me."

Jun Xiaochen and Xu Junjun looked at each other, their expressions very ugly.

The three of them stood outside the hall. Clan leader Shen Lao pulled his disheveled clothes and said to them:

"It's almost tonight, so be prepared."

The guillotine hanging above her head suddenly fell down, and Xu Junjun's boiling heartbeat strangely calmed down.

Jun Xiaochen was also very calm. He nodded and ordered his personal guards to send the old patriarch back. He lowered his head and said to Xu Junjun:

"Jun'er, I want..."

"You go ahead, I'll stay here with him."

Xu Junjun interrupted Jun Xiaochen, looked into his eyes and whispered:

"Be careful."

Jun Xiaochen looked at Xu Junjun steadily, then leaned over and hugged Xu Junjun tightly:

"Don't be sad, you still have me."

Xu Junjun felt a sore nose. She closed her eyes and nodded in his arms, then pushed him away and walked quickly into the bedroom.

I don’t know where the Shen clan leader got the pill, but after the little emperor took it, his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When Xu Junjun returned to the bedroom, the little emperor was already leaning against the head of the bed with the help of the eunuch.

The three of them went out and only Xu Junjun came back. The little emperor noticed something but said nothing.

After asking the eunuch beside him to step back, the little emperor extended his hand to Xu Junjun. Xu Junjun forced a smile and took his outstretched hand.

“Jun Xiaochen had something to say to that old man, so I came in first.

Did you have enough to eat at the restaurant just now?

Would you like something to eat?

Anything is fine. If you want hot pot, I'll prepare it right away."

The little emperor shook his head and looked at Xu Junjun seriously:

"Sister Xu, I will arrange a marriage between you and Uncle Wang."

Xu Junjun was slightly stunned:

"Why did you suddenly think of the arranged marriage?"

The little emperor narrated the most painful thing in a calm voice:

“If there is no imperial decree setting a wedding date, after my death, the entire country will mourn, and women will not be allowed to marry for three years.

I don't want to delay you and Uncle Wang for this."

Xu Junjun's eyes instantly turned red and she was filled with resentment. She didn't know how to feel sorry for this sensible but misfortune-ridden boy in front of her.

Raising her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Xu Junjun smiled and nodded:

"Well, if you want to arrange a marriage for us, then do so."

The little emperor's eyes also turned red. He turned away and said with all his might:

"Someone is coming."

The guards came in and knelt respectfully before the little emperor.

"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

"Prepare writing materials and blank imperial edicts for me, and summon several important officials to the palace immediately."

The guard nodded without hesitation and retreated, but Xu Junjun covered her eyes in discomfort.

The little emperor spoke personally, and Jun Xiaochen turned around quickly. Looking at the little emperor with a determined look, Jun Xiaochen said nothing more and took him to the imperial study.

That night, the young emperor and Jun Xiaochen met with several important ministers who arrived late at night in the imperial study.

The eunuchs and palace maids serving outside the imperial study heard the fierce opposition and cries of several important ministers, all of which were suppressed by the weak and decisive voice of the young emperor.

After a period of chaos and battle, several important ministers tried to persuade the little emperor again and again, which made the little emperor so angry that he vomited blood on the spot. Jun Xiaochen picked up the little emperor and immediately sent him back to the palace for treatment.

Several important ministers wanted to follow, but Jun Xiaochen said, "Do you want to piss off the emperor to death?" and they were pinned to the imperial study and dared not move forward another step.

Back in the bedroom, the little emperor leaned on the bed and looked at Xu Junjun with a smile:

"Don't be sad, Sister Xu. Death is actually a relief for me.

But before I die, I still have one thing I want Sister Xu to help me with, and I hope Sister Xu can agree."

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and Xu Junjun felt a pain in her throat.

"You tell me, I will promise you anything."

The little emperor struggled to lift the corners of his lips, his voice weak and nervous:

"Sister Xu, can I call you mother?"