Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

In the second year after the restoration of the Chu Kingdom, the turmoil in the world completely stopped, and court officials began to advise the empress to expand her harem.

This topic lasted for two years, and by the fourth year, only one person spoke up and all the ministers echoed him.

Qi Yu, the former Marquis of Shaoyang and now Prime Minister, stepped out from among the ministers and said, "Your Majesty is only twenty years old now, still young. There is no need to rush. Besides, Your Majesty is a woman after all, and will have to endure the pain of childbirth. Naturally, you must carefully choose your husband. How can you rush and pick a bunch of people at random?"

The Queen smiled and said, "The Prime Minister is absolutely right."

The ministers then recommended their favorite candidates to the empress: the eldest son of the Imperial Censor was handsome and talented; General Xiao Huo, stationed on the frontier, was brave and well-read; and this year's top scholar was a dashing, elegant, and refined scholar...

The Queen held her forehead and winked at Qi Yu. Qi Yu continued to stand up and debate with the scholars, criticizing each candidate one by one.

After the court session, the empress kept Qi Yu. She hooked her arm around his shoulder and patted him, "Teacher, I'm glad to have you."

Qi Yu pointed at the person behind her and said, "Your teacher is here. I can't help you with this."

He stroked his beard and quickly slipped away.

Chu Yanning turned around and saw Yan Huaiming standing not far away. He was wearing a black robe loosely draped with ruyi patterns embroidered with gold thread. His hair was not tied up yet, and he was looking at her with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

He didn't look angry.

Chu Yanning asked tentatively: "When did you come here?"

"Just woke up." Yan Huaiming said.

This time she was angry and walked over to punch him twice, "You are getting even lazier now. I finished my morning class and you just woke up?"

Yan Huaiming smiled and hugged her in his arms. The two of them walked out together. He said, "My fault. I will get up early tomorrow morning to help His Majesty wash and dress."

Chu Yanning kissed her and said, "That's pretty good."

The two men returned to the side hall, where two large stacks of memorials were piled on the table waiting for them to be reviewed. Chu Yanning sat behind the table, holding a pen and began to review them one by one.

Yan Huaiming held half a basin of cherries and nestled on the soft couch behind her, picking up the travelogue he had read halfway yesterday and continuing to read.

He ate two cherries himself and fed two to Chu Yanning.

Chu Yanning's handwriting is finally presentable now, but it's still far from good. She holds the pen very seriously, like a child doing homework.

By the time she put down her pen, she had finished eating half a basin of cherries and reading Yan Huaiming's travel notes. There were two stacks of memorials on the table, one of which she had approved and the other she had not.

She lay back, her head resting on Yan Huaiming's legs. She blinked at him and said, "Teacher."

Yan Huaiming remained unmoved, "The harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs."

She sat up and climbed onto the soft couch, nestling in his arms and hugging his neck, "Xi He."

Yan Huaiming kissed her and pretended to be stupid again, "What are you doing?"

Chu Yanning smiled and tickled him, "I'll let you play dumb!"

The two of them were arguing on the soft couch, and it was almost time for a fight. Yan Huaiming grabbed Chu Yanning's hand and said, "Don't be impatient."

He said seriously, "Which one do you prefer, the eldest son of the Imperial Censor, General Xiao Huo, or the newly crowned number one scholar?"

It turned out to be waiting for her here.

Chu Yanning's hands were grabbed, so she could only kick him. "You alone are enough to annoy me, who else do I need?"

Yan Huaiming looked at her and asked, "Really?"

"No," Chu Yanning shook her head, "Who is better looking than you?"

Yan Huaiming was sad, "You just love my face."

"When I grow old, I am afraid that my beauty will fade and my love will wane."

Chu Yanning burst out laughing, "Are you pretending again?"

Of course, she was also happy to coax him, kiss his lips, lean her little head against his ear, and whisper, "I only love you, you know."

Nanny Li was right. He really had a childish temper and was always pretending to be pitiful and wanting people to love him.

Yan Huaiming was happy and sat obediently at the table. He opened the memorials and began to write comments on them, imitating the emperor's crooked handwriting.

He couldn't help but say, "You're crawling like a dog! If you don't practice writing more, I really won't help you anymore. Do you know how hard it is for me to write?"

Chu Yanning turned a deaf ear to him and asked the palace maid to bring in half a basin of cherries. She held the cherries on the couch, eating them while smiling at him.

Yan Huaiming looked back at her resentfully. She stuffed a bright red cherry into his mouth and said, "I can't get tired."

Yan Huaiming raised his eyebrows, waiting to hear her twisted ideas.

But she smiled slyly, "It's no big deal if I get tired, but what if your son gets tired?"

Yan Huaiming could barely hold the pen in his hand. "What?"

He stood up and picked her up, "Are you pregnant?"

"Hmm." Chu Yanning raised his chin, very proud.

Yan Huaiming excitedly hugged her and spun around. He asked again, "Really?"

"What are you lying to?"

"Thank you," he looked into her eyes, "Thank you, Yan Ning."

He still remembered that she had asked him for contraceptive soup. At that time, she didn't want to have a baby.

No matter what the reason was, if she didn't want to, he wouldn't force her.

Three years ago, he heard about a precious spice in southern Xinjiang that, when ground into a fine powder and placed in a sachet and worn on the body, could be used as a contraceptive without causing any harm to the body. He painstakingly found it, put it on her, and only then dared to touch her again.

Whether she wants to give birth or not is entirely up to her.

He has put his whole heart into her, and he can afford to wait even for ten or twenty years.

Seeing his excited and happy expression, Chu Yanning's heart softened. She touched his face and said, "I told you, I love you."

The empress has no husband yet, but her belly is getting bigger day by day.

She smiled as she looked at the courtiers below, all with varying expressions. "Didn't you all say you wanted me to give birth to an heir soon? Now that he's in my belly, why do you all look unhappy?"

Who dares not to be happy?

No one dared to ask whose child was in the Queen's belly.

After the court session, the Imperial Censor and the Imperial Household Department held Qi Yu on each side, and the three of them walked to a secluded place.

"Prime Minister, do you know anything about this?"

Qi Yu: "Ah, your Majesty's private affairs, how should I know?"

The Imperial Censor frowned, "His Majesty calls you Teacher, so he naturally treats you more kindly than the rest of us. Don't you know that?"

Qi Yu stroked his beard and shook his head.

I thought to myself, you already know I'm her teacher, why don't you think about her other teacher?

Which teacher lives in the palace every day and is allowed to enter and exit the empress's bedroom directly with his carriage?

But it’s not that no one guessed it.

The future head of the Yan family and the empress's child, who will hold the Yan family and imperial power in his hands, is probably...

But Chu Yanning didn't think so. She said, "I have to have another child."

The Yan family must be independent of the imperial power. Only in this way can they complement and rely on each other.

This is also the reason why she never made the relationship between Yan Huaiming and her clear to the world.

Yan Huaiming held her waist and let her sit down. Her belly was already very big and she was about to give birth. She looked rosy-cheeked and full of energy, but he was worried about this and that every day. He had more than a dozen midwives and female doctors ready, for fear that something might happen to her.

He sighed, "It's been hard enough giving birth to this one."