Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

"Hmm~, truly, she's deeply in love!!"

Emperor Qing Tingmo awkwardly fiddled with the dragon throne with his fingers, carefully choosing his words.

"Our Emperor is wise and benevolent!!"

"I've watched Weiqian grow up since he was a child. You could say I've known him since he was a kid!"

The enormous man also came running out, gesturing vividly. (Inner monologue: What a load of rubbish!! He's just a homosexual bastard!)

"Cough cough cough cough!!"

Prime Minister Gui Ningyu couldn't stand it any longer, so he covered his mouth and coughed a few times to release the laughter he had been holding back!

The Prime Minister thought to himself: With such affectionate words from Young Master Lu, even the high-ranking officials in the capital would probably want to cut off their own lives!

"Yes! Your Majesty, that is exactly what I was thinking! Princess Zhi lost her hearing at a young age and needs to be married off to a worthy man (a great scoundrel)!"

General Lin's words were concise and to the point, hitting the nail on the head regarding the issue of face that the royal family cared about most!

"Hmm~ What's your opinion, Yu'er?!" The Emperor yawned and asked the Crown Prince, who was standing alone beside him.

"The decision rests entirely with Father and the ministers! Princess Zhi should indeed choose a good husband (Lu Weiqian is unworthy!)"

Qing Tingyu looked away, his red eyes narrowing as he became increasingly bloodthirsty.

Upon hearing the Crown Prince's reply, the ministers below the stage all kowtowed and knelt in greeting.

"May Your Highness be well! Our Emperor is wise and benevolent!"

"May Your Highness be well! Our Emperor is wise and benevolent!!!"

The deafening sound of kneeling in farewell pulled Qing Tingyu back from her somewhat chaotic thoughts.

He stared blankly at the group of important officials kneeling under the dragon throne, and suddenly wondered what an interesting scene it would be if Young Master Luo were also in this court.

Emperor Qing Tingmo tilted his head and, for the first time ever, saw the silly smile on his son's lips. He suddenly became interested.

"Yu'er, what are you grinning about?! Could it be that Yu'er already has a beloved Crown Princess in her heart?!"

Upon hearing his father's smug tone, the little tyrant immediately stopped smiling.

"Father should spend more time with the concubines in the harem who are pregnant with the imperial heirs, after all, the Qingting royal family has few offspring!"

"If Yu'er were to encounter any natural disaster or man-made calamity, who would inherit the position of Crown Prince?!"

Qing Tingyu uttered treasonous words, which frightened the ministers kneeling under the dragon throne so much that they just wanted to hide and lie back in their coffins!

"Hahaha~ Hahahaha~!"

"Yu'er is still so innocent and adorable, working so hard for this country and worrying about me!!"

"Hahaha~~ Come, come! Let your father hug my son!" The emperor uttered words that ordinary people could not understand, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

The young tyrant was speechless at his insane father.

Reluctantly, just like when he was a child, he sat down on the emperor's lap with a cold face.

"Oh my, he's gained weight! Hahaha, our future emperor has actually gained weight?!"

"He's grown a lot taller, it seems my son has been having a very happy time these days!"

Qing Tingmo hugged his son with a gossipy expression, his eyes conveying a clear "I understand you" meaning.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is wise! Our Emperor is wise!"

"His Highness the Crown Prince is wise! Our Emperor is wise!!"

The veteran officials in the court were already used to this scene of fatherly love and filial piety.

After all, ever since His Highness the Crown Prince returned from the northern desert, the Emperor had been holding the young tyrant in the imperial court to discuss state affairs, never letting go of the young Crown Prince.

This is why Qing Tingyu is arrogant and often makes outrageous remarks, yet no one dares to impeach him.

After the court session ended, Emperor Qing Tingmo continued to tug at the Crown Prince's robes, dragging him relentlessly to his bedchamber.

The Emperor's Sleeping Palace, Tingmo Hall!

Consort Yang Huibao, dressed in plain clothes, gently served tea and water to His Highness the Crown Prince and the Emperor.

"Yu'er, take a look at the list for this year's Spring Competition, what do you think?!"

The young tyrant nodded to the imperial concubine who was serving tea, and then impatiently flipped through the list of candidates for the imperial examination for a while.

"do not know!"

"Hahaha, is that so! Then Father will have to appoint Young Master Luo as a historian~!!" Qing Tingmo teased his taciturn son with a wicked smile.

"That lowly commoner is highly skilled in martial arts. Let him be sent to the cold frontier to temper his temper! After all, a young man is too impetuous and it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the court!"

The young tyrant finally dared to look his father in the eye and stopped being so stingy with words.

"Yes, that's true!"

"I've heard that Young Master Luo claims he can bring peace to the world with his pen and conquer the world on horseback?!"

"Tsk tsk tsk~ He's really too confident. I wonder who spoiled him like this? So arrogant!?"

The emperor picked up his pen, somewhat bored, and wrote down the same old memorials from his court officials, all demanding that he strip the Zhang family of their military power.

After reviewing the papers for a while, Qing Tingmo pressed his head down on the desk, impatiently shaking his aching wrists.

Seeing that his crazy father was only dragging him along out of boredom, the little tyrant calmly offered his suggestion:

"Father, if you're bored, why don't you choose more young girls for the imperial concubine selection ceremony?"

"After all, the harem needs some vibrant, lifeless figures too!"

Upon hearing the Crown Prince's words, Yang Huizhang suppressed the nausea deep within him, biting his lip hard and timidly hiding behind the Emperor.

"Yu'er, you scared Zhang'er!!"

"Go, go, go back to your Eastern Palace!"

Qing Tingmo could feel the pounding heart of the imperial concubine behind him, so he waved his hand, signaling Qing Tingyu to leave quickly.

"Yes! Your Majesty, I take my leave. May Your Majesty be well! May the Imperial Concubine be well!"

His Highness the Crown Prince turned and left Tingmo Palace. Only then did Yang Huizhang, who was pregnant, dare to exhale a breath she had been holding in for a long time.

"Zhang'er, I won't allow Yu'er to come to my palace anymore. Did that scare you?!"

Qing Tingmo pulled the pale-faced Yang Huizhang into his arms and gently patted her increasingly prominent pregnant belly.

"My Emperor! It's alright. His Highness the Crown Prince is of pure heart and only thinks of my Emperor!"

"His Highness the Crown Prince's filial piety is something that your petty affections as concubines cannot compare to!"

Yang Huizhang suppressed his nausea, wrapped his arms around the emperor's neck, and spoke with a tone full of righteous indignation!

"Hmm! Zhang'er is truly kind-hearted! I am quite tired, you all should return to the palace to rest first, I will come to find you again tonight!"

Qing Tingmo affectionately stroked Yang Huizhang's delicate, upright nose, then, with a hint of regret, had someone escort her back to Huizhang Palace.

The emperor sat on his dragon throne, his face grim as he stared at the slightly haggard, stumbling figure of his long-favored concubine.

"Yu'er's suggestion is also reasonable! Let me see which of this year's candidates is suitable to be placed in the Eastern Palace!"

One second Qing Tingmo was saying he was feeling tired, but the next second he was full of energy as he examined the family backgrounds, preferences, and romantic experiences of the women on the list of potential concubines.

After searching for ages, he couldn't find a single person who could touch the depths of his soul: "How incredibly boring!"

"I'm so bored!"

Qing Tingmo tossed the list of concubines into the hand warmer beside him, buried his head in the memorials piled on the table, and silently pondered what to perform tomorrow!