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

Lord Song wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly replied, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I'm doing quite well lately..."

Jiang Qingyan curled her lips and pointed at his lower body, teasingly saying, "Is your little brother doing well too?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Ting's face darkened. The Emperor was being indecent again... even flirting with someone as old as Lord Song...

Lord Song looked down at his lower body, hurriedly covered himself, and said awkwardly, "It's...it's fine..."

Jiang Qingyan scoffed: "Is it really that good? Doesn't it tickle?"

Lord Song looked completely bewildered. "Your Majesty... what is meant by 'striking'?"

Jiang Qingyan peeled a grape and popped it into her mouth. "It means itchy."

Lord Song was startled. How did the Emperor know that he had been experiencing itching in his genitals recently? And that he had consulted many imperial physicians and folk doctors, but none of them could cure him…

Seeing the troubled expression on Lord Song's face, Jiang Qingyan was completely relieved. It seemed that the "spring worm" from the green medicine had really worked.

As early as when the Empress Dowager was injured, Jiang Qingyan obtained some "spring insects" from Lvyao and ordered Lingfeng to add them to the Empress Dowager's medicine.

The so-called "spring worms" are aphrodisiacs combined with Gu worms. If there is no antidote, the Empress Dowager will be in a state of constant arousal. Those who have sex with the Empress Dowager will be infected with the Gu worms, and their lower bodies will become increasingly itchy and unbearable each day.

Judging from Lord Song's expression at this moment, he must have been unable to bear it any longer, so he practiced calligraphy to distract himself.

Jiang Qingyan chuckled lightly: "Only I can cure your little brother."

Lord Song blinked, then quickly cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, please grant me the medicine!"

Jiang Qingyan waved her hand, "Get up and sit down first, let's talk slowly."

Lord Song staggered to his feet, found a chair, and sat down, looking at Jiang Qingyan with anticipation.

Jiang Qingyan took out a medicine bottle from her sleeve and casually played with it in her hand. "I don't want to beat around the bush, let's get straight to the point. I already know about what happened between you and the Empress Dowager. I won't hold the past against you, but from now on... are you willing to be loyal to me?"

Upon hearing this, Lord Song's heart trembled. The Emperor... actually knew...

Jiang Qingyan continued, "The Empress and I came here secretly at night to save you face and to give you a chance to abandon the darkness and embrace the light. You must know that this world... ultimately belongs to me."

Lord Song pursed his lips. In the past, he only obeyed the Empress Dowager in everything because he had an affair with her and the Emperor was useless.

Now, the Empress Dowager's body is covered in scars, which are disgusting to look at, and he has lost interest in her... It would be better to take this opportunity to break off relations with the Empress Dowager...

After all… the Emperor seems more and more reliable these days…

Thinking of this, Lord Song quickly got up, knelt down, and bowed to Jiang Qingyan, saying, "Your humble servant is willing to serve Your Majesty!"

Jiang Qingyan smiled with satisfaction, personally helped Lord Song up, and handed him the medicine bottle. "Taking this medicine will relieve your brother's itching symptoms. However, this disease is difficult to cure and requires continuous medication for a year to be completely cured."

Lord Song took the medicine bottle, shook it, and said with a troubled expression, "Your Majesty... this amount of medicine is probably not enough for a year..."

Jiang Qingyan chuckled and said, "This medicine has a complicated process, and each batch can only produce a month's supply. I will send someone to deliver the next month's supply to your residence after one month."

Lord Song nodded. "Your Majesty, this humble subject thanks you greatly!"

After leaving Lord Song's residence, Jiang Qingyan and Mo Ting went to the homes of several important officials, subdued them one by one, and then returned to Chaoyang Palace.

Mo Ting carried the exhausted Jiang Qingyan to the bed, poured her a cup of tea, and couldn't help but sigh, "I never imagined that the Empress Dowager had affairs with so many ministers in the court..."

Jiang Qingyan snorted coldly: "If it weren't for her influence in the court, why would I have endured for so long and caused you to suffer along with me?"

Mo Ting put his arm around Jiang Qingyan's shoulder, gently kissed her hair, and said softly, "Your husband has done very well..."

Jiang Qingyan wrapped her arms around Mo Ting's waist and buried her head in his chest, "From now on, I will never let anyone hurt you or anyone around me again..."

Mo Ting patted Jiang Qingyan's head. "I believe you."

After a long and passionate kiss, the two stayed up all night, finally falling asleep at the crack of dawn.

At noon, Wang Gonggong's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Minister Lin of the Ministry of Rites requests an audience."

Jiang Qingyan yawned and said lazily, "Have him wait in the Hall of Mental Cultivation for a while, I'll be there right away."

After saying that, she glanced at Mo Ting beside her. Seeing that he hadn't been woken up by the noise, she quietly got out of bed, dressed, and went out the door.

She had intended to walk to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but her body ached terribly, and the distance wasn't far. Sending a sedan chair would be too troublesome, so Jiang Qingyan summoned Ling Feng to use his lightness skill to carry her there.

Seeing Jiang Qingyan being held by Ling Feng, Lin Zhijie felt a pang of jealousy. He cupped his hands to Jiang Qingyan and said, "Your humble servant greets Your Majesty."

Jiang Qingyan quickly got out of Ling Feng's arms, gestured for Ling Feng to step back, then took Lin Zhijie's hand and walked together to sit down on the small couch.

Lin Zhijie smiled slightly and asked softly, "How has Your Majesty been these past two days?"

Jiang Qingyan rested her head on Lin Zhijie's shoulder, her voice languid: "I'm alright... just a little tired..."

Upon hearing this, a hint of frustration flashed in Lin Zhijie's eyes. He thought, "The Emperor and Empress must be having a very harmonious sex life..."

Jiang Qingyan asked, "What brings you to see me today?"

Lin Zhijie then remembered the purpose of his visit and hurriedly said, "My spies in Xia have sent back a secret letter, saying that the King of Xia has passed away, the eldest prince has ascended the throne, and they wish to send the third prince to our country for a marriage alliance."

Jiang Qingyan raised an eyebrow: "King Xia is dead? That's a good thing. But... why send the Third Prince for a marriage alliance? Shouldn't it be the princess?"

Lin Zhijie coughed lightly: "His Majesty's fondness for male homosexuals is probably common knowledge throughout the land..."

Jiang Qingyan chuckled awkwardly, "Hehe...that's true...after all, all my empresses are men..."

Lin Zhijie's ears turned slightly red, and he said softly, "Yes... this humble subject also intends to enter the harem..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingyan raised her head and stared at Lin Zhijie with great interest. She noticed that his cheeks were also starting to turn red, making him look particularly alluring.

Jiang Qingyan leaned closer and gently kissed Lin Zhijie's lips. It was still that cool touch, and the kiss felt wonderful…

Lin Zhijie wrapped his arms around Jiang Qingyan's back, closed his eyes, and responded to Jiang Qingyan's kiss, from light to deep, and his kissing skills were much better than last time.

After a long while, Jiang Qingyan reluctantly withdrew the kiss. She rested her head on Lin Zhijie's shoulder again and asked softly, "So what do you think of the Third Prince's marriage proposal?"

Lin Zhijie licked his lips with a satisfied look, savoring the lingering taste of Jiang Qingyan. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I've heard that the eldest prince is ruthless and vicious, even more so than the old King Xia. This marriage alliance is probably a trap."

Jiang Qingyan closed her eyes slightly: "What if I support the Third Prince to ascend the throne?"