[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

"This is just nonsense! There are no bad parents in the world!

Go back and persuade your wife to stop letting those people from the Yashitai come to me to complain all day long. This is not a market, so I won't let them make such a fuss!"

The emperor said with an angry look on his face.

However, the reason why the emperor said these words in such a tough attitude was that he actually had his own selfish calculations in his heart.

Back then, when his family was facing the disaster of being executed by the previous emperor, he had no choice but to secretly send his two grandsons away from the capital to ensure the continuation of the bloodline.

But even so, he was still worried that his two grandchildren would resent him for this incident when they grew up.

Now, Song Yanzhi has disagreements and conflicts with him because of her parents' affairs. His two grandsons are also his two grandsons. Who knows if these two children have the same ideas as Song Yanzhi?

If these two children had the same idea as Song Yanzhi, how embarrassing it would be for him, so she was destined not to stand on Song Yanzhi's side to help her.

Hearing the emperor say this, Han Heming couldn't help but frown and retorted.

"Uncle, what you said is wrong! You once taught me the truth that 'a loving mother can only make a son filial'!"

He looked at the emperor with a firm gaze. Since his return, he clearly felt that his uncle had changed a lot.

The image of his uncle, who had always been dignified, upright and impartial in his mind, seemed to be gradually fading away.

After hearing Han Heming's rebuttal, the emperor was so angry that he slammed the table and shouted angrily.

"How dare you! You're getting more and more outrageous! How dare you talk back to me like that! How can your wife have a good reputation if others talk about her so freely? A woman like this who doesn't know etiquette deserves to be divorced!"

After a brief pause, the emperor continued.

"Never mind, never mind. Considering your young age and inexperience, I have specially granted you two women to stay by your side and serve you. This will also allow your wife to see how others are virtuous and learn from them!"

"Uncle, what exactly do you mean by this? Do you want my wife to study with those two maids?"

Han Heming widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and stared straight at the emperor sitting high on the dragon throne in front of him.

He really couldn't understand how his uncle, who once loved him and was honest and kind, could become like this.

The emperor looked indifferent and said impatiently.

"So what if I'm a maid? Which of the maids in my palace doesn't come from an official family?

They are no worse than your wife!

She is just a peasant girl, there is nothing she can't learn. How about this, two is too few, I will give you four more maids!"

Han Heming was anxious and was about to open his mouth to refute something, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the emperor's wave of his hand. He only heard the emperor coldly shouting: "Alright, stop talking, and leave!"

It is indeed as the emperor said, many of the palace maids in the Red Moon Palace are daughters of officials.

Some of them were legitimate daughters of minor officials, while others were illegitimate daughters of high-ranking officials. These women entered the imperial palace at the age of fourteen and dedicated their best years of youth to it.

When she reaches the age of twenty, if she has not been favored by the emperor, she will be personally assigned by the emperor to be a concubine of a high-ranking official in the court, or betrothed to a brave soldier guarding the border as his wife.

Judging from their backgrounds alone, these women are indeed many levels higher than his wife.

However, when it comes to his daughter-in-law's appearance and intelligence, how can she be compared with these ordinary women?

There was only a muffled "thump" sound, and Han Hermione knelt on her knees. The sound of her knees hitting the ground seemed particularly abrupt in this silent palace.

"I beg you to revoke your decision, uncle! In this life, Weicheng only wants one person to treat me sincerely. I wish to grow old with him and never leave him!"

Han Hermione spoke earnestly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he kowtowed three times to the ground without hesitation.

Every kowtow seemed to carry the extremely firm determination from deep in his heart.

After Han Heming kowtowed, he still remained kneeling on the ground. However, the emperor did not even look at him at this time. He just snorted coldly and turned to walk into the inner room.

Han Heming was left kneeling alone in the hall. Time passed by minute by minute. The emperor neither asked him to stand up nor expressed his intention to withdraw the decree he had issued earlier.

In this way, Han Heming kept kneeling in the store, and no one knew how long it had been.

The emperor remained silent, as if he had forgotten him in this corner.

However, the highly respected eunuch beside the emperor could no longer bear to watch this.

The eunuch slowly walked to Han Heming and comforted him earnestly.

"Duke, you'd better get up quickly. After all, the Emperor is still the Emperor. How can his decision be easily changed?"

After hearing these words, Han Heming couldn't help feeling bitter.

Yes, the person in front of him is no longer just his uncle who was close to him in childhood, but also the king of a country who is high above everyone else and has the power of life and death!

Although Han Heming disdained these women, he had to obey the emperor's order.

Han Heming's face was as gloomy as water, as depressing as the sky before a storm.

He walked slowly towards the palace gate, leading the female official bestowed by the emperor with heavy steps.

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold of the Qinzheng Hall, his eyes were involuntarily attracted by a figure in front of him - it was the eldest grandson of the emperor, Liu Yuan, who was standing quietly outside the Qinzheng Hall.

In an instant, Han Heming's gloomy face seemed to be instantly illuminated by the sunlight penetrating through the dark clouds, and it quickly became calm, replaced by a stiff and forced smile.

He took two steps at a time and stepped forward, bowing and saying, "Your humble servant greets the Grand Emperor. May you be blessed! I wonder if you are here today to see the Emperor?"

Since the two children entered the palace, time has passed like a white horse, and Han Heming has not seen Ajiu for a long time.

The joy in my heart at this sudden meeting is beyond words.

However, reason forced him to be cautious and not dare to overstep the line.

Hearing Han Heming's greeting, Liu Yuan shook his head slightly and said softly, "I'm not here to pay my respects to the Emperor. I'm here specifically to wait for you, Father."

When Han Heming heard this, his heart trembled violently, and a look of panic immediately appeared on his face.

He quickly waved his hands and responded with a slightly trembling voice: "Your Highness, please do not address me like that again!

Now that you are the eldest grandson of the emperor, your status is extremely respected. How dare I, a humble official, be worthy of such a title?

Back then, when I adopted you, it was fine for you to call me daddy.

But now that you have returned to your proper position and are enjoying the honors of the royal family, I, a humble minister, shall abide by my duties and never again act presumptuously."

After saying this, he bowed deeply again to show his respect.