Having many handsome men means no worries; pampering them all keeps me in good spirits.

Jiang Qingyan smiled and said, "Alright, when I return to the palace, I will order the Imperial Household Department to make a green plaque for you."

Yi Luo sniffed and instantly went from tears to laughter.

He looked up and kissed Jiang Qingyan's lips again, this time very lightly and gently. Jiang Qingyan quickly went limp in his arms...

After kissing for a long time, both of them felt hot and restless. Jiang Qingyan quickly stood up, picked up a leaf, and fanned herself vigorously.

Yi Luo pursed his lips, his face still flushed, and whispered, "Husband... does having the green plaque mean we don't have to be so restrained anymore..."

Jiang Qingyan, panting heavily, nodded: "Yes, after we return to the palace, I won't have to feel so suffocated anymore..."

Yi Luo chuckled softly, "So even my husband can feel pain..."

Jiang Qingyan rolled her eyes at him. Everyone's just a man and woman; who can be without desire? Especially after being hugged and kissed by this devilishly handsome man for so long…

After the heat in her body had completely subsided, Jiang Qingyan slowly walked onto the carriage. She lifted the curtain and saw Mo Ting lying on his side with his eyes closed, as if he were asleep, so she did not wake him.

After washing up, Jiang Qingyan took off her outer garment, quietly lay down beside Mo Ting, pressed against his back, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

At this moment, Mo Ting suddenly spoke up: "Was the man who kissed you in the woods just now also your man?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingyan was stunned. Could it be that Mo Ting had witnessed that passionate scene just now?

Jiang Qingyan guiltily withdrew her arm from Mo Ting's waist, lay flat on her back and looked at the carriage roof, and said softly, "Hmm... I promised him that I would give him a title after we return to the palace."

Mo Ting's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He didn't say anything more, and the two of them lay quietly with their eyes closed all night, neither of them falling asleep.

Jiang Qingyan felt it was time to let Mo Ting gradually accept other people…

If she continues to dote on Mo Ting exclusively, she will not only hurt others who love her, but also make Mo Ting a target of public criticism, since they will still have to spend a lot of time together in the future…

The sky was already bright when Lu Nian's voice rang out from outside the carriage: "Your Majesty, breakfast is ready. You may come out and eat."

Jiang Qingyan immediately replied, "Alright, I'll go out right away."

Jiang Qingyan turned her head to look at Mo Ting, who was still facing away from her, sighed softly, put on her outer robe, and got out of the carriage.

Seeing that only Jiang Qingyan came out, Lu Nian glanced into the carriage in confusion. After confirming that Mo Ting was not following behind, he then carried Jiang Qingyan down.

Upon reaching the stone table, Yi Luo was equally surprised that Mo Ting hadn't come along. She quickly and happily sat down beside Jiang Qingyan, diligently serving her porridge and vegetables.

At this moment, Mo Ting was sitting inside the carriage, lifting the curtain and coldly staring at the three people in front of the stone table.

The three of them were simply having a normal meal, but in Mo Ting's eyes, it automatically turned into Jiang Qingyan hugging and kissing them one by one...

Feeling a chill from behind, Jiang Qingyan shivered and quickly put down her chopsticks. She then took another empty bowl, filled it with some porridge, and added some vegetables.

Yi Luo frowned and said, "Doesn't he have arms and legs? Does he need his husband to personally bring him food?"

Jiang Qingyan winked at him and whispered, "Be careful he hears you and might break your arms and legs!"

Yi Luo scoffed, "Tch, who's afraid of him?"

Lu Nian didn't say anything, after all, Jiang Qingyan had also fed him when they were at the medicine house.

Back in the carriage, Jiang Qingyan put down her bowl and chopsticks, lifted the gauze curtain, and saw that Mo Ting was still lying on his side, but his expression was more solemn.

Jiang Qingyan didn't want to continue the cold war with him, so she took the initiative to lie down beside him and said coquettishly, "Mo Ting, don't be angry anymore, okay? No matter what, no one will ever replace you in my heart. You will always be unique."

Mo Ting slowly opened his eyes and said coldly, "When you were embracing me just now, did you ever think of me, who was starving in the carriage?"

Jiang Qingyan found it somewhat amusing. "When did I have two women on my arms? I almost ate all the porridge! I brought the food back to you as soon as I finished eating..."

Mo Ting turned to look at Jiang Qingyan, somewhat surprised, and asked, "My husband brought me food?"

Jiang Qingyan chuckled and nodded, pulling Mo Ting up from the bed. She pointed to the bowls and chopsticks on the table and said softly, "Go eat quickly, the porridge won't taste good if it gets cold."

Mo Ting calmed down, got up, walked to the table, sat down, and ate his porridge in small bites.

Jiang Qingyan sat next to Mo Ting, propping her head up and staring at him with a lovesick expression. So what if he's so handsome and a little jealous?

With the moon high in the sky, the army finally arrived at the palace. After a long and arduous journey, Jiang Qingyan's bones were almost falling apart. When they reached the entrance of Chaoyang Palace, Mo Ting carried her back to her bed.

Jiang Qingyan lay sprawled on the bed, humming, "Traveling is nice... but long-distance carriage rides are so tiring... I wish there were airplanes..."

As Mo Ting helped Jiang Qingyan take off her shoes, he asked in confusion, "Husband, what is an airplane?"

Jiang Qingyan waved her hand and casually said, "It's a flying chicken."

Mo Ting chuckled: "My husband is really joking. If chickens could fly, how would the butcher catch them?"

Jiang Qingyan laughed along with him for a while before falling into a deep sleep.

It was the familiar hour of Yin (3-5 AM), and Wang Gonggong's alarm clock rang precisely on time.

Jiang Qingyan stretched and kissed Mo Ting on the lips, whispering, "Mo Ting, I have to go to the morning court session. I'm not leaving you behind!"

Mo Ting squinted and murmured, "Yes, my husband, come back soon. I'll be waiting for you."

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Jiang Qingyan touched the dragon throne she hadn't seen in a long time and slowly sat down.

"Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor!"

The ministers, having enjoyed such a long summer vacation, must be full of energy, as even their greetings sound so resonant.

Jiang Qingyan smiled and said, "My beloved subjects, rise!"

Feeling a burning gaze fixed on her from below the stage, Jiang Qingyan looked in that direction.

It's Hayashi no Setsu... I almost forgot about him...

The Ministry of Rites is always busy, so Lin Zhijie did not go to Yunhai City with her to escape the summer heat.

It's been a long time since I've seen him, and he's gotten much thinner. He must have been working overtime a lot during the summer vacation...

After court, I must treat him well…

"Your Majesty, I have something to report!" At this moment, the Imperial Censor Zhang stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "A country cannot be without an empress for a day. Your Majesty is now able to handle state affairs on your own and has recovered the southern border, bringing peace and prosperity to the country. It is time to consider the matter of establishing an empress."

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Qingyan said, "Actually, I also have something to say to my ministers today. I already have someone in mind for the Empress, and it has to be her."