Demoted from wife to concubine? Reborn, the mistress of a noble family plots another high-status mar

Chapter 1171

"Ah Yue, be serious. The children are all here. If you want it, we can talk about it when we get back tonight."

Yun Xiyue's ears burned. "Your Majesty is more serious. If Chang Le gets too wet and starts crying, you're not allowed to hold her."

"You looked at me like that." Murong Yu knew she was hiding something, but it was the truth. Her eyes were too intense, and he was bound to think that way.

It's said that once you're married and have a child, you'll get tired of them after three to five years.

Those ministers and princes were actually the same.

At first, he and his newlywed wife were inseparable.

Looking back now, he had a bunch of concubines at home.

But Murong Yu didn't think that marriage would lead to boredom, and there was this talk of the seven-year itch; he and A Yue had been together for almost eight years.

He still felt the same as when they first met.

He doesn't get tired of sex.

Recently, he has found her increasingly alluring, and sometimes he even wants to put aside state affairs and spend a few days alone with her.

"..." Yun Xiyue didn't know what to say.

If I told him that I didn't know his preferences, he would probably cause a huge uproar and I'd be tormented all night.

Murong Yu is extremely jealous, and actually quite petty.

Not to mention her master, he's still jealous of Mo Ye, saying that she wrote letters to Mo Ye behind his back.

He felt that she didn't care about him enough, and that after having a child, he was no longer in her heart.

He liked to utter these accusations whenever the night was deep and quiet, when his emotions were running high.

Yunxi Yue is sometimes afraid.

So let him misunderstand.

"Father, I've finished writing!"

After finishing his poem, Chang Le excitedly ran over to hand it in.

Everyone else had finished writing, but she was the only one who dared to come over and yell.

Yun Xiyue scolded in a low voice, "Changle, you mustn't make noise. Look at your older brothers and sisters, they're all behaving themselves, waiting for their papers to be collected."

Chang Le forgot to look at her father, the Emperor, and her eyes showed a hint of grievance.

"Chang Le, go back to your seat and wait." After saying that, Murong Yu got up and walked over to her. He picked up her calligraphy and praised it, "Grand Tutor, look, how is the princess's writing?"

Zhou Yan glanced at it; how could he dare say it was bad?

"The princess has the Emperor's style of writing; she can write cursive script at such a young age, all thanks to His Majesty's talent."

That's clearly a compliment.

But Murong Yu enjoyed it and loved listening to it.

She loves to hear people say that her daughter is just like her.

His smug lips curled up. "You have a good eye. I taught Chang Le her cursive script, while the Empress taught her seal script."

He said he wanted everyone to see it.

The teachers all said a lot of things to praise him.

When the Empress Dowager saw Qinghe's calligraphy, she was truly annoyed, and the comparison only made her angrier.

This wild cursive script is not something an ordinary person can write.

Chang Le's writing is indeed excellent; no one is exaggerating.

But Princess Qinghe's calligraphy was also wild cursive, yet it was just scribbles.

"What does the Grand Tutor think of Princess Qinghe's writing?" the Empress Dowager asked Zhou Yan for his opinion.

They were all his students.

Princess Qinghe rarely attends classes.

He usually only studied sporadically, so Zhou Yan didn't really teach him much. When Princess Chang Le started learning to write cursive script, it was Murong Yu who taught her step by step, and later Zhou Yan taught her step by step for a few days.

In addition, Princess Chang Le was sweet-talking and lively, and she was also happy to learn.

Zhou Yan naturally preferred Chang Le.

But it's not good to openly offend the Empress Dowager.