Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

Ma Sanbao immediately responded: "Yes!"

"I will go and tell Zhao Chenshi to go to Jingyue Temple and take these millet cakes and Tusu wine to Miss Xu."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, as if he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

It’s not for anything else, just because my master now has someone he cares about.

Even if the master only regards her as a clever little girl, who is fun to have out of the palace occasionally, rather than the so-called "future concubine", it is still a good thing as long as he can think of her.

A person lives in the world.

If there is not even one or two people worth thinking about.

That would be too lonely.

What's the saying? It's lonely at the top.

When he was trapped in the Eastern Palace, he watched Zhu Yunhuan grow up like this, so Ma Sanbao was particularly happy at this time.

Moreover, the third daughter of the Xu family, who used the alias "Yu Miao", was a perfect match for her master, which was even more of a good thing.

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Yingtian Prefecture, a suburb of Beijing.

Jingyue Temple.

Generally speaking, temples are not too remote and quiet. After all, their main purpose is to receive pilgrims and earn some income from them. Especially during the Chinese New Year, many temples will hold temple fairs and rent nearby stalls to increase income and attract more pilgrims.

However, Jingyue Temple is a place for Buddhist nuns to practice asceticism, and its incense is not as popular as that of large temples. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, it is particularly deserted.

Zhao Feng came all the way in the dark, holding a lantern in his hand.

"It's New Year's Day, and His Majesty is going to specially give this girl the millet cakes and Tusu wine made by the two princesses. Tsk tsk... It seems that from now on... I better be more polite to her."

He stood at the gate of Jingyue Temple and looked up at the plaque above his head. Zhao Feng used this voice to secretly warn himself.

As he murmured, he wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door.

But just at this moment, a gentle and kind voice came from inside: "Jin'er, are you really not going home for the New Year? Your brother has been looking for you. He has come to my Jingyue Temple three or five times. He still loves you."

And these words fell.

A voice that was very familiar to him came from inside: "I don't believe it. He just handed over my name and birth chart and it's difficult to explain. If he really loved me, he shouldn't have handed it over." There was obviously a hint of complaint in her voice.

Zhao Feng raised his hand to knock on the door but stopped in mid-air.

A look of confusion appeared on his face, and he thought to himself, "Isn't this... the little girl surnamed Yu? Why did the voice in front call her... Jin'er?"

He thought about it and continued listening. He was curious for a moment, and secondly, the little girl inside had some friendship with the current emperor. As a Jinyiwei, he should of course investigate anything he had in doubt.

Inside Jingyue Temple.

Master Qingning raised her hand, sighed softly, and shook her head, saying, "Marriage is a matter of parents' orders and matchmaker's words. When the father dies, the elder brother follows the younger brother. Your brother is making all the arrangements for you, but he's not trying to harm you."

"Besides, now that you see it, and I see it too, this marriage isn't actually a bad one. His Majesty is young, and while he may be a little willful and disobedient from time to time, it's not too bad, is it?"

"I didn't try to dissuade you before because I didn't want you to fall into such a hell and marry such a tyrant. Now you and I both know that we were wrong. You shouldn't be tormenting yourself during this time of reunion."

Master Qingning was calm and composed, and advised calmly and steadily.

Zhao Feng, who was standing outside the door, was stunned at first when he heard these words. The more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong. It was like he was struck by a bolt from the blue.

"What...what's going on? Marrying...a tyrant? Ugh! Your Majesty is so wise and gifted, how could he be a tyrant?"

Zhao Feng subconsciously refuted the claim, only to discover even more outrageous information. "Wait! I know Yu Miao ran away from her marriage because she was unhappy with her family's arrangements, but she never said she was running away from His Majesty's marriage!?"