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

Seeing the squirrel fish, Jiang Wumei looked up in surprise:

"Why was this sent here? Didn't I order it to be taken away?"

Qingzhi didn't understand at first, but when she followed Jiang Wumei's gaze, she found that the slightly burnt fish that Jiang Wumei had made herself was also served.

"It may be that the servants in the imperial kitchen made a mistake carelessly. I will withdraw immediately."

Qingzhi reached out to take the fish dish, but Xiao Tong, who had just changed his clothes, came from behind. His dark eyes swept over the dish and he spoke to stop her:

"No need to remove it, just put it on the table."

An'er had just washed his paws with the help of a palace maid, and happily threw himself into Jiang Wumei's arms, echoing his father's words:

"Mother, this fish is so beautiful, why would you take it away?

An'er still wants to eat."

Jiang Wumei looked helplessly at the two, one big and one small, and explained softly:

“The fish was a little burnt and didn’t taste very good.

If you want to eat, can mother make it for you tomorrow?"

An'er shook her head, her voice soft and pleasant:

"don't want.

An'er wants to eat this one.

Mother has been doing this for so long, it cannot be wasted."

The little guy was well-behaved and cute, and the way he shook his head melted Jiang Wumei's heart.

Jiang Wumei touched the little guy's head, her eyebrows curved:

"Okay, then An'er, try it.

If it doesn’t taste good, eat less.”

Xiao Tong walked forward, put his arm around Jiang Wumei and sat beside him. Looking at her mother who had been snatched away again, An'er pouted angrily, her face full of displeasure:

"Father, An'er wants Mother to pick up some food.

Mother, please stay closer to An'er."

Jiang Wumei would be soft-hearted towards the little guy, but Xiao Tong would not.

Raising his hand, he personally poured a bowl of soup for Jiang Wumei. Xiao Tong glanced at An'er's chubby face indifferently, not realizing there was anything wrong with snatching someone from a child.

"I also want your mother to pick up some food.

Just sit quietly and let the maids serve you."

"Bad father, An'er doesn't like you anymore."

The little guy knew that he couldn't win against his father, so he could only sit down angrily, hugging his arms and turning his head away from the two of them.

Jiang Wumei couldn't bear to see the little guy lost, so she glared at Xiao Tong, turned around and picked up some food for the little guy, and coaxed him softly:

"Eat quickly, Father is just teasing you."

His beloved mother first picked up some food for him and poured him some soup. The little guy blinked happily, made a face at Xiao Tong happily, and then picked up his chopsticks to eat obediently.

Faced with An'er's small protest, Xiao Tong snorted coldly and was not prepared to argue with this brat.

The squirrel fish and the diced chicken made by Jiang Wumei herself were very popular with the father and son.

The two of them finished most of the two dishes before moving their chopsticks away to try other dishes.

Seeing how enthusiastic they were, Jiang Wumei thought the food tasted good. However, as soon as she picked up her chopsticks and the dish entered her mouth, her expression became complicated.

Compared with the royal chef, she is still far inferior.

The two of them were eating so happily, most likely they were doing it to show their support.

Jiang Wumei drank a mouthful of soup to suppress the overly sweet taste in her mouth, then raised her hand to stop Xiao Tong from continuing to pick up the fish:

"This fish isn't as delicious as the steamed fish prepared by the imperial chef. Your Majesty, please have that one."

Xiao Tong remained unmoved and continued to reach for the squirrel fish with his chopsticks:

"is it?

I think the one you made is more to my taste."

An'er's cheeks puffed up and he nodded:

"Yeah, An'er thinks so too.

This beautiful fish you made is delicious, Mother. An'er will eat it tomorrow."

Jiang Wumei tried to stop them but to no avail, and could only watch as the father and son ate the entire fish.

Looking at the other dishes on the table that were almost untouched, Jiang Wumei suddenly felt a little sorry for the two of them.

Her impulsive impulse caused the father and son to suffer from stomach problems.

She should do less tomorrow.

Forget it, let’s not do it.

I'll make a snack tomorrow to kill time.

After lunch, An'er felt drowsy as he touched his round belly. Jiang Wumei wiped his hands and face, then asked Qingzhi to take the child back to the palace for a nap.

Xiao Tong had not had a good rest these days. As soon as the palace became quiet, he hugged Jiang Wumei and planned to take a nap.

Jiang Wumei lay down on the bed with the man. After the man's breathing became steady, she slowly opened her eyes and stared at Xiao Tong's face in a daze.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Xiao Tong had only been asleep for half an hour when he heard Zhao Qi's anxious calls from outside the hall.

When Xiao Tong heard the noise, he frowned and opened his eyes. Just as he was about to move, he found that Jiang Wumei in his arms was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.

Gently pulling out his arm, he covered Jiang Wumei with the thin blanket that had slipped down to her waist. Xiao Tong got out of bed, put on his outer robe, and walked to the palace door. He replied in a deep voice:

"What's the commotion?"

Hearing Xiao Tong's deliberately lowered voice, Zhao Qi also lowered his voice and reported carefully:

"Your Majesty, the Regent Prince Tianqi and Princess Yuhe have returned to the capital to congratulate the Empress on her coronation. They are now arriving at the gate of the Imperial Palace, escorted by the Qilin Guards."

So fast?

Xiao Tong frowned, but didn't say much:

"Welcome the person to the imperial study."

After giving the order, Xiao Tong no longer paid attention to Zhao Qi and turned back to the palace.

Seeing Xiao Tong leave just like that after saying this, Zhao Qi looked up and exclaimed, feeling a little confused.

Is it so careless?

He is the Regent of Tianqi after all. How could the Emperor dislike the Regent and Princess Yuhe so much?

Zhao Qi made a loud noise out of surprise. Xiao Tong gave him a cold look, and he immediately bent down and lowered his head, not daring to make another sound.

Only after the palace door in front of him closed again did Zhao Qi sigh and quickly walk out of the bedroom to deliver the message.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Jiang Wumei had been sleeping lightly during the day, but Zhao Qi's surprised shout finally woke her up.

Xiao Tong quickly stepped forward, took her hand and helped her stand up, his expression calm:

"It's nothing. It's just that the Regent of Tianqi has arrived. Zhao Qi is making a fuss and came to report it."

"The Regent has arrived?

Is Junjun here too?"

Jiang Wumei's eyes brightened visibly, and Xiao Tong felt very uncomfortable.

His worries just now came true. Niao Niao might really abandon him again because of Xu Junjun's arrival.

Xiao Tong sulked and hummed a light, not heavy, sound. He couldn't bear to disappoint Jiang Wumei, so he explained:

"I have sent someone to take them to the Imperial Study. If you are anxious, come with me."

Before Xiao Tong finished speaking, Jiang Wumei nodded quickly, happily got up from the bed, put on her shoes and tidied herself:

"I will go with the Emperor.

Your Highness is not familiar with the palace, so I can bring her back sooner if I go there."

After Jiang Wumei said this, the smile on Xiao Tong's face disappeared completely.

Bring her back?

Does Niaoniao intend to keep Xu Junjun in the palace?

How can this work!

Jiang Wumei was completely immersed in the joy of Xu Junjun's arrival in Beijing and did not notice the unhappiness in Xiao Tong's eyes.

After putting on her dress, she asked the palace maid to come in and do her makeup. Jiang Wumei smiled and asked Xiao Tong to wait for her for a while. Her whole face was full of anticipation and joy.

The more Xiao Tong watched, the more uncomfortable he felt. He secretly reflected on whether he had not done well enough recently, which led to Niao Niao being so excited about the return of another person.

Before Xiao Tong could figure out what was going on, Jiang Wumei was ready. With a rosy face, she walked to his side and urged him softly:

"Your Majesty, I am fine.

Let’s go now.”

Junjun doesn't like to wait for people, and she gets anxious if she has to wait for too long. Jiang Wumei can't wait to meet her best friend and share all the happiness of this period with her.

Xiao Tong nodded, but suddenly didn't want to leave.