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

Mo Ting snapped out of his daze, gently shook his head, wrapped his arms around Jiang Qingyan's waist, and buried his head in her chest.

For some reason, Yun Ao's words kept echoing in his ears. What exactly had happened between him and the Emperor? What important thing had he forgotten?

Jiang Qingyan patted Mo Ting's head gently and said, "Were you waiting anxiously? Are you starving? Go eat."

Listening to Jiang Qingyan's incredibly gentle words, Mo Ting took a deep breath. No matter what happened in the past, at least he could truly feel his husband's kindness to him, so why should he dwell on the past?

Mo Ting looked up at Jiang Qingyan, smiled and said, "Husband, give me a kiss before we eat."

Jiang Qingyan smiled indulgently, kissed Mo Ting's thin lips four or five times, and then led him to the table.

After having breakfast, Jiang Qingyan snuggled up with Mo Tingmei and took a nice nap, only waking up slowly at noon.

Mo Ting, on the other hand, was propping his head up with one arm, lying on his side watching her.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw an incredibly handsome man staring at her. Jiang Qingyan's mouth practically stretched to the back of her head in a wide grin. She pushed Mo Ting down onto her and gently kissed his lips.

Mo Ting gently stroked Jiang Qingyan's back with both hands, responding to her kiss, and slowly closed his eyes, full of enjoyment.

Just as the two were lost in their own world, the voice of Eunuch Wang came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Physician has important business to discuss with you."

Jiang Qingyan leaned on Mo Ting and took a deep breath, feeling as if she had been doused with cold water.

Reluctantly, she got out of bed, put on her outer robe, and lazily walked out of Chaoyang Palace.

The imperial physician was overjoyed and quickly cupped his hands, saying, "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations! Consort Xia is pregnant!"

Jiang Qingyan felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Heaven knows, she hadn't even touched Xia Meier! Even a staged accident wouldn't be done like this!

Jiang Qingyan twitched the corner of her mouth, "How...how many months?"

The imperial physician replied with a smug look, "Judging from the pulse, it has been three months!"

Jiang Qingyan scratched her head in frustration, but still ordered Eunuch Wang to reward the imperial physician with one hundred taels of gold. She had to maintain appearances, after all, it was disgraceful for the emperor to be cuckolded…

After seeing the imperial physician off, Eunuch Wang returned to her bedchamber with a worried expression. She found Mo Ting still lying on his side on the bed, waiting for her; he must not have heard the imperial physician's words…

Jiang Qingyan let out a long sigh, smiled again, took off her outer garment, and lay back down next to Mo Ting.

Mo Ting reached out and gently smoothed the stray hairs that Jiang Qingyan had ruffled, and said with amusement, "Husband, what happened to your hair after you went out?"

Jiang Qingyan coughed awkwardly, "Ah... I probably forgot to comb my hair this morning..."

Mo Ting sat up and pulled Jiang Qingyan up from the bed, saying softly, "Then let me comb your hair, my husband."

Jiang Qingyan said with great interest, "You know how to comb hair? I once heard Consort Wen say that women outside the palace all tie their husbands' hair themselves..."

Seeing Mo Ting's expression change slightly, Jiang Qingyan realized she had said the wrong thing again... She really wanted to slap herself; why did she have to bring up Consort Wen?

Mo Ting put on his shoes, took Jiang Qingyan's hand, led her to sit down in front of the bronze mirror, picked up a comb from the table, and gently combed her hair.

After a long while, Mo Ting slowly spoke: "My husband's harem has both men and women. I wonder if my husband prefers men or women?"

Jiang Qingyan's heart skipped a beat; what was bound to happen had finally arrived...

Without hesitation, he replied, "Of course I like men!"

That's true, after all, she's a woman...

Mo Ting pursed his lips and asked again, "Is Consort Wen's hair combing as good as mine?"

Jiang Qingyan shook her head frantically: "No, no, Mo Ting's hair-combing skills are the best!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Ting finally curled the corners of his mouth slightly. "I heard from the little eunuch that the emperor's harem consists of three thousand beauties. Has my husband ever had marital relations with any of these three thousand beauties?"

Jiang Qingyan was speechless for a moment, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood. How could she possibly say such a thing?

If you say no, those virgins were indeed defiled by the original owner. If you say yes... what could a woman like her do?

Seeing that Jiang Qingyan did not answer for a long time, Mo Ting felt a pang of sadness. He immediately imagined Jiang Qingyan being intimate with various women. He angrily threw the comb on the table, turned around and went back to bed.

Jiang Qingyan glanced at the broken comb on the table, raised an eyebrow, and quickly got up and walked to the bedside, lying down next to Mo Ting.

Seeing that Mo Ting ignored her, Jiang Qingyan pressed down on him, kissed his lips, and whispered, "First of all, my harem only has a hundred women, not three thousand. Secondly, I have never touched any of them with this body! Except... kissing Consort Wen..."

Mo Ting pursed his lips, slightly opened his eyes, and asked with a hint of disbelief, "Really?"

Jiang Qingyan nodded quickly: "Really! I only touch men, not women..."

Seeing Jiang Qingyan's sincere expression, Mo Ting finally believed her.

Meanwhile, the women in the harem were no longer calm...

Xia Meier made her pregnancy public, and soon the whole palace knew about it, and the news even spread outside the palace...

Jiang Qingyan and Mo Ting were completely unaware of what was happening outside, and were still lying in bed playing and frolicking.

At that moment, Eunuch Wang's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager requests your presence at Yongshou Palace for questioning."

The happy moment was interrupted again, and Jiang Qingyan replied impatiently, "I know, I'll be right there."

However... going to Yongshou Palace to see the Empress Dowager is much better than letting the Empress Dowager come here to bully Mo Ting.

As soon as Jiang Qingyan stepped into Yongshou Palace, she heard the Empress Dowager's groans abruptly stop, followed by an angry shout: "Useless! You're already useless after only half an hour! Get out of here!"

A moment later, a man, shirtless and clutching his clothes, scrambled out.

Upon seeing Jiang Qingyan, he didn't forget to kneel down and kowtow twice.

Jiang Qingyan pursed her lips. That thing was too intense; the Empress Dowager never stopped...

The land itself isn't badly damaged, but it's the oxen that are suffering...

Upon entering the hall, they saw that Queen Rui's face was flushed, and she was leaning against the bed covered with a quilt. Presumably, she was not dressed and was waiting for the next round.

Jiang Qingyan cupped her hands in greeting, feigning nonchalance, and asked, "What brings Mother Empress here?"

The Empress Dowager raised an eyebrow, signaling everyone else to leave before slowly and coldly speaking: "I heard you intend to make Mo Ting your empress?"

Jiang Qingyan nodded: "Yes."

The Empress Dowager was immediately enraged and shouted, "Absurd! In all the dynasties, has there ever been a man who became Empress?"

Jiang Qingyan smiled faintly and said, "There has never been a woman who became emperor in any dynasty. Aren't I sitting comfortably on the dragon throne?"

The Empress Dowager stretched her hand out from under the covers, revealing a frightening scar. She pointed at Jiang Qingyan with trembling anger and said, "I do not agree to this!"