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Whose child am I carrying?

Chapter 87 – My main story is finished. 

Chapter 87 – My main story is finished. 

After extinguishing the ever-burning lamp, Zhao Qi said, “Brother, you should head back first. I have some matters to discuss with the Minister of Rites.”

 

Xiao Shiqing did not inquire further and simply responded, “Alright.”

 

Zhao Qi secretly gave Jiang Dehai a look. “Old Jiang, see the Prime Minister off.” Jiang Dehai acknowledged with a “This old servant understands” expression. “Prime Minister, please.”

 

Xiao Shiqing glanced back at Zhao Qi and smiled, “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

 

Jiang Dehai walked ahead with the lantern. Xiao Shiqing remarked, “This isn’t the way to Yonghua Palace.”

 

Jiang Dehai replied meaningfully, “The Emperor only said to go back, but didn’t specify where.”

 

“So, where are we going then?” Xiao Shiqing asked with interest, “Changle Palace?”

 

Jiang Dehai nearly stumbled and almost fell. “How does the Prime Minister know?”

 

“What happens in the palace is not unknown to me.”

 

“…” Indeed, this was Xiao Shiqing. Not only was he well-informed about the palace, but he also had control over the entire capital and even the whole country.

 

Jiang Dehai smiled wryly, “The Emperor has been planning for a long time, all to give you a surprise. Now the Emperor must be feeling quite pent-up.”

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “That’s easy to handle; I’ll just pretend I don’t know.”

 

Changle Palace was the central palace of Empress Da Jing, the place where the Emperor and Empress had their wedding night. Since the late Emperor passed away and Empress Wen became Empress Dowager Wen, Changle Palace had remained vacant for decades.

 

At this moment, Changle Palace had red lanterns and red dr4p3s hanging at the entrance, swaying in the night breeze, emitting a warm and serene glow.

 

Even though Xiao Shiqing had long known about Zhao Qi’s secret preparations, his heart still trembled and softened when he saw the “Happiness” character on the door.

 

From the palace entrance all the way to the bedroom, a red cotton carpet was laid out. Xiao Shiqing followed the carpet to the “bridal chamber.”

 

Inside the bridal chamber, everything was in celebratory red. Red candles burned brightly, red curtains hung down, and the bed was covered with red new bedding.

 

Jiang Dehai presented a set of auspicious clothing. “Prime Minister, please change.”

 

Xiao Shiqing knew that Zhao Qi’s desires were unlike ordinary people’s, to the extent that for a moment, he thought Zhao Qi had prepared bridal attire for him.

 

Fortunately, Zhao Qi did not falter at such a crucial moment. The clothing was simple yet valuable, with only golden thread edging and no excessive decorations. Just as Xiao Shiqing finished changing, he heard Zhao Qi’s voice coming from outside the door.

 

“Ha—Prime Minister, are you here? I’ve arrived a bit late.” Zhao Qi had intended to take a small road from the Taijian to Changle Palace but unexpectedly encountered Mei Dai. Mei Dai informed him that he had received a letter from the Empress Dowager of the Eastern Japan, saying that the Eastern Japan Empress was pregnant with a male heir, and now was a time when manpower was needed, urging him to return to Eastern Japan quickly.

 

Zhao Qi was preoccupied with the matters of the Chang Le Palace, and absentmindedly said, “Then you can go back.”

 

Mei Dai asked, “Your Majesty, may I take my brother back with me?”

 

Zhao Qi responded, “Can your brother still stand up properly now?”

 

“Uh… not yet.”

 

“Oh, that’s really pitiful.” Zhao Qi felt a bit guilty and a bit gloating. “Alright, take him back to Dongying. Tell him to mend his ways and be a better person.”

 

Mei Dai was overjoyed. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

 

Jiang Dehai said, “We’ve arrived, we’re just waiting for the Emperor inside.”

 

Soon, with a soft knock, a young man dressed in a dragon robe and celebratory attire walked in.

 

He seemed to be in a hurry, slightly out of breath, and his celebratory attire was a bit disheveled.

 

Yet, he still looked radiant like spring, delicate and beautiful. His expressive eyes seemed to melt Xiao Shiqing’s heart.

 

Zhao Qi was momentarily stunned. Xiao Shiqing rarely wore such a flamboyant bright red; it was enchanting yet not gaudy, handsomely charming. Even the most beautiful person would feel self-conscious in his presence.

 

Zhao Qi’s lips curled up as he called out, just like usual, “Brother! Surprised? Unexpected?”

 

Xiao Shiqing gazed at him quietly, his eyes tender as water, emotions surging within.

 

“Is that expression one of shock?”

 

“Yes,” Xiao Shiqing slowly smiled, “Your Majesty has given me the greatest surprise, the best kind of unexpected.”

 

“There’s even more of a surprise.” Zhao Qi clapped his hands, and a young attendant in ceremonial dress came in holding an imperial edict.

 

Zhao Qi said proudly, “Read it!”

 

The young attendant cleared his throat and read aloud, “Imperial Edict from the Empress Dowager: The Emperor, in accordance with Heaven’s will and the will of the people, shall perform the grand wedding ceremony. Xiao Shiqing, wise and filial, with both virtue and talent, elegant and intelligent, is specially appointed as the Empress of the Central Palace, to be revered and honored by all. By the grace of the Empress Dowager, this is hereby decreed—”

 

“How’s that?” Zhao Qi’s eyes sparkled, “Isn’t it impressive? It even has the Empress Dowager’s great seal.”

 

Xiao Shiqing raised his eyebrows. “The Empress Dowager gave this to the Emperor?”

 

“Uh… not really, I took it secretly.” Zhao Qi said quietly, “But that’s not important. What’s important is my heartfelt intention.”

 

Xiao Shiqing held back a smile. “Yes, I see. What should we do next? Please instruct me, Your Majesty.”

 

… How to instruct? This was Zhao Qi’s first time marrying an Empress, and he had no experience. Zhao Qi looked towards Jiang Dehai, who said with a smile, “Your Majesty and the Empress should now drink the bridal wine.”

 

“Yes, yes, yes, how can there be a wedding night without the bridal wine?” Zhao Qi said, “Quick, bring it out!”

 

Xiao Shiqing took the two goblets of wine from Jiang Dehai and said, “You all can leave.”

 

Jiang Dehai and the young attendant exchanged amused glances. “Yes.”

 

Xiao Shiqing poured a goblet of wine and drank it himself. Zhao Qi looked on with a puzzled expression—what about his own wine?

 

Xiao Shiqing used the hand that wasn’t holding the goblet to embrace Zhao Qi’s waist, lowered his head, and passed the bridal wine to him.

 

The taste of the wine, slightly bitter and spicy with a hint of sweetness, spread in their mouths. After drinking the bridal wine, Xiao Shiqing did not let go of Zhao Qi but deepened the kiss.

 

Zhao Qi felt dizzy from the kiss, and it seemed like he was beginning to get drunk. Somehow, he found himself pressed onto the bright red wedding bed, the golden crown fallen, and their long hair tangled and scattered over the pillow.

 

Xiao Shiqing kissed Zhao Qi’s lips again and whispered, “After drinking the bridal wine, what should we do?”

 

Zhao Qi was flustered by the deep, magnetic voice in his ear and answered weakly, “I know that. After the bridal wine, it’s time for the wedding night.”

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “Your Majesty is wise,” and then his hands started to become restless.

 

Zhao Qi, suddenly coming to his senses, clutched the jade belt around his waist tightly. “But… but, we just did it…”

 

“But this is our wedding night. How can there be no consummation on the wedding night?”

 

Zhao Qi: “…” Oh no, what if Brother makes a good point!

 

“It’s all your fault,” Zhao Qi said gloomily, “I originally planned to wait until after the palace banquet… Who knew you’d be so impatient.”

 

“I was too impatient,” Xiao Shiqing said nonchalantly, though his hands showed no signs of stopping.

 

In fact, he originally thought the same as Zhao Qi; since it was a “grand wedding,” the “consummation” should naturally wait until the wedding night. Unfortunately, a letter from Li Chisu disrupted his plans. Even though he knew it had nothing to do with Zhao Qi, he couldn’t help but act like a beast, making Zhao Qi too occupied to care about anyone else, leaving him crying and begging beneath him.

 

Zhao Qi trembled and asked, “Do you know your mistake now?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then stop!”

 

Xiao Shiqing, sticking to his purpose, said, “If Your Majesty doesn’t touch me, the Empress, on the wedding night, it would be a laughingstock.”

 

“Uh—how could such a thing get out!”

 

Xiao Shiqing ignored him, “How will I make a place for myself in the palace and be revered by all if this happens?”

 

“Dog, dog man, stop it already!”

 

In the end, Xiao Shiqing did stop, leaving Zhao Qi feeling dazed and unsatisfied.

 

Xiao Shiqing sat up and said: “Since Your Majesty does not wish it, I dare not force you. I’ll return to the Yonghua Palace to sleep. Otherwise, if I share the same bed as Your Majesty, I fear I won’t be able to resist.”

 

Zhao Qi was both amused and angry. “The Empress is getting complacent with me.”

 

“Without favor, how would I dare to be arrogant?”

 

Zhao Qi surrendered, “Fine, fine, fine! I’ll favor you, okay?”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled brightly. “Then may I attend to Your Majesty’s bed?”

 

Zhao Qi shouted loudly, “Yes!”

 

“Rest assured, Your Majesty. I will serve you well.”

 

Zhao Qi soon lost his voice, feeling like a boat adrift in a stormy sea, swaying uncontrollably. He couldn’t help but curse, “No, no—bastard!”

 

Xiao Shiqing kissed Zhao Qi’s shoulder and said, “It’s too late to realize now, my love. We already have children.”

 

The spring night was short and ended with the rising sun, and the Emperor had a day off from court.

 

Two months later, the Northern army launched a full-scale attack. Prince Zhao Tong of Huai declared the uprising with a manifesto he had written himself. It didn’t reach the point of a thousand responses, but it at least had the effect of ten responses for every call.

 

Zhao Qi was not surprised by this. To the righteous men of the emperor, Zhao Tong was the benevolent ruler, whereas the emperor, despite some changes in the past two years, had already lost the hearts of his people due to his previous incompetence. Those who follow the righteous path receive much help, while those who have lost their way receive little. This has been true throughout history.

 

Even though Zhao Tong commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, styled himself as a just army, and had the support of the northern people, Zhao Qi was not afraid. He had Xiao Shiqing internally, He Changzhou externally, and within the enemy camp, there was also Rong Tang. Zhao Tong’s most formidable strategist had already fallen victim to Rong Tang’s scheme and had left his master. What was there to fear?!

 

When He Changzhou set out to lead the troops, Zhao Qi saw him off with the courtesy of the Three Dukes.

 

At the city gate of the capital, Zhao Qi wore a crown and dragon robes, with the five-clawed golden dragon on his sleeves dazzlingly bright in the warm spring breeze.

 

The young man standing in front of him was dressed in armor, dr4p3d in a bright red cloak, with a sword at his waist. His eyes were bright, full of vigor, and he was the epitome of a youthful, passionate young man.

 

Zhao Qi personally poured him a cup of wine, wishing him a triumphant return.

 

He Changzhou drank heartily and smiled elegantly. “Your Majesty, tell Meng Meng that when I return, I will teach him archery and horse riding.”

 

Zhao Qi said, “That won’t do.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because I want you to pacify the Northern chaos within two years and return in one piece. By then, Meng Meng will probably have just learned to walk and won’t be able to ride a horse.”

 

He Changzhou laughed heartily. “Alright, I promise Your Majesty, within two years, I will definitely bring you a peaceful world.”

 

After He Changzhou finished speaking, he turned and walked step by step towards the vast army of Dajin.

 

Zhao Qi watched his back and said firmly, “We will win, definitely.”

 

Xiao Shiqing patted Zhao Qi’s shoulder. “Definitely.”

 

Following this, Zhao Qi went through a series of extremely difficult months. Zhao Tong’s army was like a hot knife through butter, capturing several cities in the south. But as Xiao Shiqing had said, Zhao Tong’s forces were limited to one area, with insufficient supplies of food and weapons. The longer the front line stretched, the weaker they became. Moreover, in the summer, the northern soldiers could not endure the southern heat and suffered from illnesses due to the unfamiliar environment. At this time, He Changzhou received a secret letter from Rong Tang, locating the food supplies of the northern army and burning them all. With the timely assistance of the reinforcements from King Zhao Nan, He Changzhou used fire attacks to decisively defeat tens of thousands of northern troops, marking the beginning of a counterattack.

 

He Changzhou did not take two years; he completely recovered the northern region in just one year, directly attacking the false capital of the northern realm. The night before the city fell, Zhao Tong killed his own wife and children before taking his own life with a sword.

 

Zhao Qi sighed deeply upon learning this. As the original protagonist of the story, Zhao Tong preferred to die rather than be disgraced, but it was a pity for his wife and children. Zhao Qi ordered a grand burial for him and treated his relatives well.

 

Another year passed in March, with spring in full bloom and willow catkins flying about. He Changzhou returned triumphantly with his army, accompanied by the great contributors to the pacification, Rong Tang and Li Chisu. The three had appeared in the capital together during the Ten Thousand Longevity Festival two years ago, and now they returned to the capital together again. As Li Chisu put it, it was truly fate.

 

The three rode on horseback. Li Chisu said leisurely, “It’s been over a year since I last saw His Majesty. I wonder if he has grown a bit taller.”

 

He Changzhou scoffed. “It sounds like you see the emperor as a child.”

 

Li Chisu laughed. “My late father and Emperor Gaozu were sworn brothers. By seniority, His Majesty should call me ‘little uncle.’ What’s wrong with me seeing him as a child?”

 

He Changzhou replied sharply, “Let me remind you, the emperor’s little prince is already one year old, but you don’t even have a consort.”

 

Li Chisu half-jokingly said, “So now that I have a rare chance to enter the capital, I must work harder to make sure His Majesty gives me a prince too.”

 

As he finished speaking, there was a sudden “clang” sound as a long sword was unexpectedly pressed against Li Chisu’s neck. Even the usually aloof and cold Rong Tang cast a slight, disdainful glance at him.

 

He Changzhou said coldly, “King Zhao Nan, desecrating the emperor, do you wish to die?”

 

Li Chisu raised his hands in surrender. “I dare not, I dare not. It was my slip of the tongue. Please, Great General, considering we fought the enemy together, do not inform Prime Minister Xiao of this. Otherwise, I will become the second Huai King.”

 

The sword was sheathed, and He Changzhou said, “In that case, keep your mouth shut.”

 

“Yes, yes, yes. I will only think about it in my heart in the future and never say it out loud,” Li Chisu said. “By the way, Great General, this sword of yours looks impressive. Does it have a name?”

 

“It does,” He Changzhou’s tone softened a bit. “It was bestowed by His Majesty.”

 

“Oh? What is it called?”

 

“Frostmourne.”

 

Li Chisu laughed. “As expected of His Majesty.”

 

Rong Tang also faintly smiled, and this smile added a touch of human warmth to his usually ethereal demeanor.

 

Li Chisu noticed this and, feeling inspired, said, “Young Master Rong, there’s something I’ve always wanted to ask you, but I didn’t know how to start.”

 

Rong Tang said, “Then don’t ask.”

 

“But I’m really curious,” Li Chisu said. “During the palace banquet two years ago, His Majesty got drunk. The one who took him back was the Great General, and then I went, but you came and drove me away. Why did the prince end up being Xiao Shiqing’s?”

 

He Changzhou also cared about this matter and slowed the horse’s pace to listen closely to Rong Tang’s answer.

 

Rong Tang lowered his eyes, his thoughts drifting back to two years ago.

 

At that time, in order to discern Zhao Qi’s true feelings, he had slipped a love herb into Zhao Qi’s wine and had sent away the eunuchs and palace maids of Yonghua Palace in advance. Unexpectedly, Zhao Tong found him and claimed he had something to say, and when he returned to Yonghua Palace, he almost got there first.

 

“What are you doing?” His voice was especially cold with jealousy and anger.

 

Li Chisu was stunned and straightened up. “It’s you…”

 

Rong Tang looked at Zhao Qi, who was disheveled on the bed, feeling almost ready to explode.

 

Li Chisu came to his senses and said, “The emperor seems to be very unwell. It’s best to find a physician to check on him.”

 

“I will. You can leave now.”

 

Li Chisu smiled and said, “Why is it me who is leaving, not you?”

 

“I belong to him; the whole city knows that.” Rong Tang smiled lightly. “And I reside in Yonghua Palace, as per his decree.”

 

Li Chisu hesitated. It was understandable for Rong Tang to stay by the emperor’s side in such a situation, but… He glanced at the dazed Zhao Qi, feeling quite dissatisfied.

 

Rong Tang said coldly, “If you don’t leave now, the palace guards will arrive soon. Do you want to be accused of breaking into the emperor’s quarters at night?”

 

Li Chisu took a deep breath and said quietly, “Remember to call for a physician for him.”

 

After the others left, Rong Tang approached the dragon bed and grasped Zhao Qi’s chin. Thinking about what Li Chisu might have done to Zhao Qi, his actions became unavoidably rough. “Look clearly, who am I?”

 

Zhao Qi seemed to be in pain from his grip, struggling weakly before opening his eyes, looking around in confusion, and his gaze lost focus for a long while.

 

The Chang Xiangsi was a rare medicine from the East, which allowed one to see their loved one after taking it. He took it and saw Zhao Qi; he fervently hoped that Zhao Qi could also see him.

 

At the moment Zhao Qi spoke his name, he felt as if he had found redemption, his heart and chest relaxing.

 

“This time, you can’t escape,” he said.

 

 

Returning to the present, Rong Tang composed himself. Li Chisu and He Changzhou were on either side of him, eagerly waiting for his response.

 

Rong Tang said lightly, “If I can interrupt you, then naturally, Xiao Shiqing can interrupt me.”

 

“Just as expected.” Li Chisu sighed, “Xiao Shiqing was indeed fortunate. If he had arrived half an hour later, things would have been entirely different.”

 

He Changzhou said unwillingly, “If I had stayed, things would have been different too.”

 

Rong Tang was more open-minded about it. “The past cannot be changed; it is pointless to dwell on it.”

 

The three of them journeyed together for half a month and finally returned to the capital from the northern borders. Zhao Qi, leading the civil and military officials, came out of the city to welcome them. They barely had time to admire Zhao Qi’s smiling face before they had to kneel and salute, “Greetings to the Emperor—”

 

Zhao Qi’s smiling voice was almost the same as remembered, “Quick, get up! You three are the heroes who quelled the rebellion. I’ve prepared a celebration feast to welcome and honor you.”

 

As the three of them stood up, Zhao Qi was right in front of them, so close that they could reach out and embrace him.

 

But none of them would do that—unless they wanted to be executed by Xiao Shiqing, who was behind Zhao Qi.

 

Zhao Qi’s gaze swept over the three of them one by one.

 

“Changzhou, you’ve tanned a lot and lost quite a bit of weight… And it looks like you’ve grown a bit taller? Damn, why do you still keep growing?”

 

He Changzhou smiled, “How is Mian’er?”

 

“He can walk now; I taught him. Rong Tang is just as he was before. How have you been in the northern borders?”

 

Time had allowed Rong Tang to remain calm in the presence of the person before him. “Very well.”

 

“Really? In such a cold and freezing place like the northern borders… Never mind. The climate here in the capital is good. You should stay in the capital from now on and bring your parents over. I have an important task for you.”

 

Rong Tang smiled faintly, “You’re still as talkative as ever.”

 

Zhao Qi smiled at Rong Tang, then turned to Li Chisu, and said with a hint of expectation, “Thank you.”

 

Li Chisu: “…” That’s it?

 

Xiao Shiqing stepped forward, subtly blocking their view of Zhao Qi, “It’s time to return to the palace.”

 

Zhao Qi nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a wave of nausea, barely holding back the urge to vomit. His head began to spin, and he nearly collapsed.

 

“Your Majesty!”

 

The three of them rushed to help, but Xiao Shiqing was quicker, catching Zhao Qi in his arms and anxiously asking, “Qi’er?”

 

Zhao Qi waved his hand, “I’m fine. I might have just stood too long. Let’s go, to the celebration feast—”

 

“Not going,” Xiao Shiqing insisted, “Return to the palace with me. Call for a physician to check on you.”

 

Zhao Qi had no choice but to say, “Then you three go ahead first. I’ll come later.”

 

The three exchanged glances.

 

Zhao Qi broke his promise; he didn’t show up at the palace banquet that entire night. Instead, he was inside Yonghua Palace, cursing loudly, “Meichuan is pretending to be his brother to deceive me again! Damn it—Hmph, I won’t rest until I tear him to pieces!”


T/N: There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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Chapter 86 – My mother miscalculated, this chapter is not the end

Chapter 86 – My mother miscalculated, this chapter is not the end

Inside the Hall of Longevity, all the royal family members and high-ranking officials had arrived for the feast, including Empress Dowager Wen, but the Emperor was still nowhere to be seen.

 

The crowd dared not speak openly, whispering to each other in hushed tones.

 

“The banquet is about to start, but where is the Emperor? Could he be ill again?”

 

“It shouldn’t be. He seemed fine during the morning court.”

 

“Who knows? We’ll just have to wait,” Xu Qiu said. “By the way, Lord Minister, I heard that tonight, the little prince’s biological mother will light the eternal lamp in the ancestral temple with the Emperor. Is this true?”

 

The Minister of Rites nodded, “Indeed, it is true. The Emperor himself said so.”

 

Xu Qiu furrowed his thick brows and said, “Such a grand celebration for the little prince’s full moon feast, far surpassing even that for a legitimate son or the Crown Prince. Yet, the prince’s biological mother is an unknown woman with no official rank. What will this mean for the future Empress? Where are the rites of the Great Jing? After the feast, I will certainly advise the Emperor!”

 

The Minister of Rites shook his head, “Lord Xu, you are currently enjoying great favor and are likely to receive further promotions soon. Why trouble yourself with this?”

 

Xu Qiu, with righteous indignation, said, “As a minister, I’d rather die for offering counsel than seek comfort and stability!”

 

At this moment, a faint, unclear laugh came from the side. Xu Qiu looked over and asked, “General He, what are you laughing at?”

 

He Changzhou shook the wine jug in his hand lazily and said, “I’m laughing at Lord Xu thinking that the prince’s ‘biological mother’ is some unknown woman with no rank.”

 

“Oh? Does the General know who the little prince’s mother is?”

 

At this question, everyone’s interest was piqued, and their gazes converged on He Changzhou.

 

He Changzhou’s answer was vague, “Anyway, the little prince’s status is too important for you to discuss.” After saying this, He Changzhou tilted his head back and drank from the jug, the excess wine spilling from the corners of his mouth, which he wiped away indifferently.

 

Empress Dowager Wen, seated at the top, grew restless and summoned the head palace maid Yun Xiu, saying, “Go to Yonghua Palace and see what’s happening.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Yun Xiu went to Yonghua Palace as instructed. As soon as she reached the entrance, she ran into Zhao Qi. She was taken aback and asked, “Your Majesty, are you alright?”

 

Zhao Qi’s face was flushed, his eyes glistening with tears, and his lips slightly swollen. He maintained a stern expression and said, “I’m fine—did Mother Empress send you?”

 

Yun Xiu replied, “Yes. Your Majesty, all the ministers have arrived; they are waiting for you.”

 

Zhao Qi glanced back at Xiao Shiqing and said through gritted teeth, “I will go now.”

 

It turned out that one hour was not nearly enough for Xiao Shiqing to play. If it weren’t for the palace banquet, he suspected Xiao Shiqing might have played until dawn. Now Xiao Shiqing was satisfied, but Zhao Qi was left with a sore waist and trembling legs, still needing to preside over his son’s full moon feast.

 

Xiao Shiqing had already made arrangements, calling for the Emperor’s sedan chair and lifting Zhao Qi onto it.

 

Zhao Qi made an uncomfortable grunt, and Xiao Shiqing asked softly, “Does it hurt?”

 

Zhao Qi glared at him and said grumpily, “You big liar.” He had clearly said he would be gentle, yet he still ended up like this. Men’s words are truly deceitful.

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “This cannot be blamed on me.”

 

Zhao Qi, exasperated, laughed with anger, “If not you, then who?”

 

“Hmm,” Xiao Shiqing shamelessly said, “The Emperor kept insisting on me.”

 

Another flush of embarrassment crossed Zhao Qi’s face. He decided not to engage further and urged them to set off.

 

Xiao Shiqing gave a light smile, “See you later.”

 

Xiao Shiqing had publicly claimed to be recuperating at home and thus could not appear openly at the banquet. However, as a father, he could not miss his son’s full moon feast. Thus, Zhao Qi had a screen set up behind the Emperor’s throne, with a circle chair behind it reserved for the little prince’s “biological mother.”

 

When Zhao Qi arrived at the Longevity Palace, he first apologized to Empress Dowager Wen, “Sorry for making you wait, Mother Empress.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen complained, “What have you been so busy with?”

 

Zhao Qi casually lied, “State affairs.”

 

Jiang Dehai, who was following behind, struggled to keep from laughing.

 

Once seated, Zhao Qi had Jiang Dehai pour him a glass of wine. He raised his glass and said, “I am late. I’ll start by drinking a cup myself. Everyone else, feel free to enjoy.”

 

The ministers replied in unison, “We dare not.”

 

Just as Zhao Qi’s lips were about to touch the rim of the glass, his gaze inadvertently met He Changzhou’s.

 

After several months apart, He Changzhou had lost quite a bit of weight. Though dressed neatly, he looked strangely disheveled. He stared at Zhao Qi with a dazed and sorrowful expression.

 

Seeing his former friend in such a state made Zhao Qi feel uneasy. He raised his glass in a gesture towards He Changzhou and forced a smile of reunion.

 

He Changzhou tightened his grip on his wine glass and lowered his eyes.

 

After this drink, the palace banquet officially began. The atmosphere was lively, with toasts and laughter exchanged among the rulers and officials. Many scholars recited poetry and praised the emperor, wishing for blessings upon the prince.

 

Suddenly, there was a stir among the officials. Everyone turned to the screen behind the emperor, where a tall figure holding an infant was reflected. It was clear that this was the prince and his biological mother.

 

The once lively banquet fell silent as everyone looked at each other in confusion.

 

Is this really the prince’s biological mother? How can she be so imposing! They hadn’t expected the petite emperor to have such a powerful-looking wife!

 

Seated at the dowager’s table, Madam Xiao furrowed her brow slightly—why did the lady behind the screen look so familiar…

 

Empress Dowager Wen rolled her eyes and sneered, “What are you all up to now?”

 

Zhao Qi found the shocked faces amusing. He shrugged and said, “The Ministry of Rites said the prince’s ‘biological mother’ should attend.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen retorted, “Don’t you know who the ‘biological mother’ is?”

 

Zhao Qi smiled and raised his voice, “Why aren’t you all eating? Is the food or drink not to your taste?”

 

The ministers paused for a moment, then tacitly ignored the issue. They continued eating, drinking, and laughing as if nothing had happened. Only He Changzhou remained silent, drinking quietly.

 

Halfway through the banquet, Zhao Qi went behind the screen. Shortly after, Jiang Dehai approached He Changzhou and said, “General He, the emperor requests your presence.”

 

He Changzhou, slightly drunk, was taken aback at the request to meet Zhao Qi.

 

Jiang Dehai asked, “General?”

 

He Changzhou snapped back to attention, adjusted his hat, and said, “Please lead the way, Eunuch.”

 

Behind the screen, Zhao Qi was playing with his son. When he saw He Changzhou arrive, he greeted him warmly, “Changzhou, come and see my dragon egg!”

 

The “dragon egg” cooed and shook its tiny fist, as if protesting its father’s nickname—while it was still in the womb, it could be called a dragon egg, but now that it had a nice name, how could the emperor still call it a dragon egg!

 

He Changzhou pursed his lips, trying to suppress a smile.

 

“Come over, brother,” Zhao Qi said, “Don’t you want to see your godson?”

 

He Changzhou was stunned again, “Godson?”

 

Zhao Qi smiled, “Didn’t you always want to be his godfather? I’ve approved.”

 

Though Zhao Qi said this… He Changzhou glanced at the man sitting calmly and drinking tea—would he agree?

 

Zhao Qi, aware of He Changzhou’s thoughts, said, “The Prime Minister has no objections. He said he will follow my lead.”

 

Prime Minister Xiao nodded slightly, “As long as His Majesty remembers the promise.”

 

Zhao Qi coughed lightly, a flush creeping up his ears. “Godfather, would you like to hold him? Wait, ‘godfather’ feels a bit strange. Is there another term?”

 

Prime Minister Xiao said, “‘Foster father’.”

 

“Yes, yes, ‘foster father’! That sounds much better!”

 

He Changzhou finally managed a smile. Though tinged with slight bitterness, there was a glimmer of light in his long-dulled eyes.

 

“Can I… hold him?”

 

“Of course, you’re his foster father.”

 

He Changzhou, as if holding a priceless treasure, carefully took the infant prince from Zhao Qi, first wiping his hands.

 

The baby Zhao Mian was a relatively easy-going angel. He slept a lot and cried little, showing no fear when held by strangers. At that moment, he lay in He Changzhou’s arms, his deep, beautiful eyes twinkling with curiosity, stretching out his chubby arms as if wanting to grab He Changzhou’s chin.

 

Zhao Qi encouraged, “He seems to like you.”

 

Prime Minister Xiao said coldly, “He acts that way with everyone.”

 

Zhao Qi glanced helplessly at Prime Minister Xiao, “Can’t you keep quiet?”

 

He Changzhou didn’t pay attention to Prime Minister Xiao’s words. He held Zhao Mian stiffly, afraid to move, worried he might accidentally drop this precious child. “Your Majesty, he looks very much like you—except for the eyes. The eyes are like…” He Changzhou stopped and snorted.

 

Zhao Qi laughed, “Just say whether he’s cute or not.”

 

“Cute, but not as cute as Your Majesty,” He Changzhou said, “But didn’t you say he was a princess?”

 

“Oh, that, I was tricked,” Zhao Qi waved his hand, “Let’s not talk about that. Don’t you like boys? You can teach him horseback riding, archery, and military strategy in the future!”

 

He Changzhou’s smile became more genuine, “Yes, I will.”

 

After holding the baby for a while, Prime Minister Xiao instructed the nurse to take the infant prince away.

 

Zhao Qi asked with concern, “How’s your injury?”

 

“A minor injury, nothing serious.”

 

“Ah, you used to not like drinking. How did you end up getting drunk in the military camp?” Zhao Qi said, “I noticed you kept drinking at the banquet earlier and barely ate anything.”

 

He Changzhou looked at him, “Because I’m unhappy.”

 

Prime Minister Xiao narrowed his eyes, suppressing the urge to interrupt their conversation.

 

Zhao Qi responded with a sigh, “Are you still unhappy now?”

 

He Changzhou swallowed, “What do you think?”

 

Zhao Qi felt a bit helpless, “What can I do to make you happy? Would it help if I awarded you a title or made you a general?”

 

Looking at Zhao Qi’s cautious expression, He Changzhou couldn’t quite pinpoint his feelings. What Zhao Qi offered wasn’t what he had hoped for, but it was all Zhao Qi could give.

 

Perhaps if they pretended to be accepting of the situation, they might both feel a bit better.

 

“Sure,” He Changzhou said with a feigned casualness, “What title does the emperor want to bestow upon me? Duke? General?”

 

Zhao Qi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, “Well…”

 

Xiao Shiqing interjected, “We’ll discuss that when you return from the Northern Borders.”

 

Upon hearing the mention of the Northern Borders, He Changzhou’s demeanor became serious. “What’s happening in the Northern Borders?”

 

Zhao Qi explained, “Rong Tang wrote in his letter that Prince Huai has secretly sworn an oath and written a declaration of rebellion. He claims that I am inept and that his uprising is in accordance with heaven’s will and the people’s desire. If nothing unexpected happens, the Northern army will march south in two months, heading straight for the capital.”

 

He Changzhou replied coldly, “They’re moving fast. Your Majesty, I wish to be the vanguard and quell the chaos in the Northern Borders.”

 

“Huh? But the Prime Minister said he wanted you to be the Grand Commander, overseeing the three armies.”

 

He Changzhou’s eyes widened, “Me? Grand Commander?”

 

Xiao Shiqing smirked, “Afraid?”

 

He Changzhou thought for a moment and said, “I’m too young. Many senior officers in the army may not follow me.”

 

“Age is not an issue,” Zhao Qi said, “Heroes have always emerged young. I am of a similar age to you, and I am a ruler. You are much more capable than I am, so why shouldn’t you handle the position of Grand Commander?”

 

A surge of ambition and heroism rose within He Changzhou. Zhao Qi and the battlefield were the two things he cherished most. Though he was destined not to have Zhao Qi, he would spend his life on the battlefield, enjoying a life of glory.

 

He Changzhou knelt on one knee before Zhao Qi and said earnestly, “I accept your decree with gratitude.”

 

After the full moon banquet, Zhao Qi, accompanied by the Minister of Rites, arrived at the ancestral temple.

 

The Minister of Rites had waited for a long time but still had not seen the biological mother of the young prince. Unable to hold back, he said, “Your Majesty, the time for lighting the lamps is approaching.”

 

Zhao Qi instructed, “You all wait outside; there’s no need to accompany me inside.”

 

The Minister of Rites hesitated, “But…”

 

“Don’t worry,” Zhao Qi said, “I will follow the ancestral customs.”

 

Zhao Qi entered the ancestral temple, and the door slowly closed. Xiao Shiqing emerged from a side hall and knelt with him before the ancestral tablets of the Zhao family.

 

They received the incense from Jiang Dehai, bowed three times, and placed the incense in the burner.

 

Zhao Qi said seriously, “Prime Minister, since you have paid respects to my ancestors, you will now be my person.”

 

“Yes,” Xiao Shiqing responded, “I am of the Zhao family.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s words pleased Zhao Qi. Regardless of how things were between them in bed, his son would carry Zhao’s surname and be part of his family. Even the once-imposing Prime Minister Xiao had to adopt his surname, which was quite an honor!

 

In the side hall of the ancestral temple, several rows of ever-burning lamps were lit, each representing a direct male descendant of the Zhao family. Regardless of whether they were alive or dead, these lamps would never extinguish. The lamp representing Zhao Mian was placed below Zhao Qi’s.

 

Zhao Qi picked up a long candle beside him, “Brother?”

 

Xiao Shiqing understood and took Zhao Qi’s hand. Together, they held the long candle, borrowed fire from Zhao Qi’s ever-burning lamp, and lit the lamp for Zhao Mian.

 

As Zhao Qi gazed at the flickering flame, he murmured, “Our child will grow up healthy and safe, right?”

 

“Yes,” Xiao Shiqing replied, extinguishing the ever-burning lamp for Zhao Tong with a casual motion.


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Chapter 85 – Our baby is about to be one month old, can you please let me go?! 

Chapter 85 – Our baby is about to be one month old, can you please let me go?! 

Two days before the full moon banquet, Zhao Mian suddenly fell ill. The little guy fell ill without any warning, crying continuously, having high fever, vomiting milk, and his fair face turned red from the heat.

 

Zhao Qi experienced for the first time the anxiety and responsibility of being a parent. He knew that for a baby to grow up safe and sound was a blessing. In ordinary families, among seven or eight children, only three or four might grow up safely; even a slight cold could be fatal for a child.

 

Zhao Qi was burning with anxiety and even lashed out at the wet nurse and nannies looking after Mengmeng. Jiang Dehai, who had served him for so long, had never seen him so angry and distressed.

 

Fortunately, Xiao Shiqing stayed by his side, calmly managing the situation, and Yonghua Palace did not turn into chaos.

 

The experienced pediatrician examined Zhao Mian and prescribed medicine. Zhao Qi and Xiao Shiqing personally fed the medicine to their son and used a cool towel to lower his temperature. After a night, the fever finally subsided.

 

The two of them stayed up all night, watching their child sleep in the cradle. Zhao Qi, still feeling scared, buried his face in Xiao Shiqing’s arms and asked for a hug.

 

“It’s been hard,” Xiao Shiqing said, leaning down to kiss the top of his head, “Shall I carry you to bed for a while?”

 

Zhao Qi shook his head wearily, saying, “I still have to attend court later.”

 

“Skipping court for a day is no problem.”

 

Zhao Qi tugged at the corner of his mouth, clinging even tighter to Xiao Shiqing. “Everyone says I’m a foolish emperor, but you’re even more foolish than I am. You keep persuading me not to attend court or discuss state affairs—truly a beauty who brings disaster.”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied, “If being a wise ruler would tire you out, I’d rather you be a foolish emperor.”

 

“Then I really won’t attend court?”

 

“Yes, don’t go.”

 

Zhao Qi was silent for a moment, his body trembling slightly. “Brother, I’m so scared.”

 

Xiao Shiqing knew what he was afraid of and held him even tighter. “Don’t be afraid. I will protect our child and see that he grows up well.”

 

Though Zhao Qi said he wouldn’t attend court, half an hour later, he still went as if he were a grandson. Xiao Shiqing knew he couldn’t be persuaded otherwise, so he let him have breakfast before leaving.

 

As Zhao Qi exited the Yonghua Palace, he happened to run into Empress Dowager Wen hurrying over.

 

Upon seeing him, Empress Dowager Wen asked, “I heard that Mianmian was ill? How is he now?”

 

“The fever has subsided, and there’s no danger. Mother, don’t worry,” Zhao Qi said. “Also, his nickname is Mengmeng.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen ignored the latter part of the sentence, patting her chest. “Thank goodness, thank goodness. Ancestors bless us.”

 

Zhao Qi nodded, still feeling a lingering fear. “Yes, thank goodness.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen glanced at him and asked, “Are you scared?”

 

“Mm…”

 

Empress Dowager Wen sighed. “Since ancient times, having many children has been considered a blessing. Qi’er, your father had many concubines in the palace, and many of them were pregnant with dragon seeds. Some had accidents during pregnancy, some had difficulties giving birth, and only five princes were born successfully, three of whom died early. In the end, only you and Zhao Tong grew up. That’s why your father, after making you the crown prince, also issued an edict to make Zhao Tong a prince. After all, he had only two sons; how could he not be fond of them?”

 

Zhao Qi’s mood grew heavy. “Mother, why are you telling me this?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen took Zhao Qi’s hand and said gently, “Qi’er, even noble families desire many descendants. How much more so for the imperial family? It’s not that I curse Mianmian, but if something happens to him in the future, what will happen to the Zhao family’s throne?”

 

Zhao Qi blinked. “So, what does Mother mean?”

 

Seeing that Zhao Qi understood, Empress Dowager Wen spoke more earnestly. “The empress must be established, and concubines must be selected. Otherwise, who will ensure the continuation of your line?” She glanced at Zhao Qi’s belly. “You can’t expect to have Xiao Shiqing father another child, can you?”

 

“Uh…” When Zhao Qi was still straight, he had once thought of having one son and one daughter to complete a ‘perfect’ family. Now that he had a son, he was still short of a daughter.

 

It was impossible for him to find another person to bear children, but he wasn’t too eager to do it himself either. After experiencing it once, he knew how exhausting and grueling pregnancy and childbirth could be. He couldn’t predict the future, but having just given birth, the pain was still vivid in his memory. If he were to have another child, he would definitely explode on the spot.

 

Sigh, if only Xiao Shiqing could bear the child, it would be so fair.

 

Lost in thought, Zhao Qi was startled by Empress Dowager Wen’s stern voice. “Qi’er, did you hear what I said?”

 

Zhao Qi came back to his senses. “I heard. I’ll think about it. Mother, I have to rush to court, so I’ll talk to you later.”

 

On the day of Zhao Mian’s full moon celebration, the child had fully recovered. His eating, drinking, and bodily functions were all normal, and Zhao Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

 

The wet nurse dressed Zhao Mian in a new, bright red outfit, which looked quite festive. Zhao Qi stood by the cradle, talking to Zhao Mian in words the baby couldn’t understand.

 

“Mengmeng is one month old now. Are you happy?”

 

“Yiya—”

 

“Ah, so cute. I’m glad the late emperor didn’t abandon you,” Zhao Qi said, rubbing Mengmeng’s nose. “You need to keep growing, and become as beautiful as your father, okay?”

 

“Aiya—”

 

“Your Majesty,” Xiao Jinzi said, “Doctor Mei has arrived.”

 

Zhao Qi picked up Mengmeng and said, “Come, let’s go see Father.”

 

Doctor Mei examined Zhao Qi and said, “Your Majesty has sufficient vitality and is recovering very well. You no longer need to take tonic medicines daily.”

 

“That’s good. I don’t like taking tonics at all,” Zhao Qi said, then gestured for Doctor Mei to come closer. “Come here.”

 

Doctor Mei approached, puzzled. “Your Majesty, do you have any instructions?”

 

Zhao Qi asked quietly, “How many times can the childbirth medicine from Dongying be used?”

 

Doctor Mei replied, “Generally, it’s only effective once.”

 

Zhao Qi frowned. “What do you mean by generally?”

 

“Since Your Majesty has already had one child, the residual effect of the medicine in your body is minimal, making it difficult to conceive again,” Doctor Mei said. “So there’s no need for any contraception measures.”

 

Zhao Qi’s face reddened. “When did I ask you about this?”

 

Doctor Mei patted his mouth and laughed. “I spoke out of turn.”

 

“Dismissed for now,” Zhao Qi said. “Remember to come to the full moon celebration for the little prince tonight.”

 

Doctor Mei bowed deeply. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

 

Before the palace banquet, Xiao Shiqing returned from outside the palace.

 

Zhao Qi had just changed clothes and greeted him with a bright smile. “Brother, you’re back! How is the Xiao residence?”

 

“Everything is fine.” Xiao Shiqing’s household was in order, though many distressed relatives had come seeking help, all of whom were turned away by Xiao’s mother. Following Xiao Shiqing’s instructions, Xiao’s mother put on a pitiful demeanor, claiming that Xiao Shiqing’s condition had worsened after hearing about the family’s troubles and that he was bedridden, unable to assist others.

 

“Did your parents come to the palace?” Zhao Mian’s full moon celebration was quite grand, with many imperial relatives, high officials, and noble ladies invited, including Xiao Shiqing’s parents.

 

“They came.”

 

“Do they know—”

 

“No,” Xiao Shiqing said. “I’m afraid it will scare them. We can tell them when the time is right.”

 

Zhao Qi had no objections. “That works.”

 

“What about Mian’er?”

 

“Just finished feeding and is sleeping—oh, and his nickname is Mengmeng!”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled. “I’ll go see him.”

 

“Your Majesty, Prime Minister,” Jiang Dehai approached, holding a brocade box. “This was sent from Nanzhou by Prince Zhaonan with express delivery.”

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “Open it.”

 

Jiang Dehai opened the box to reveal a golden longevity lock and a letter.

 

Zhao Qi scrunched up his nose in distaste. “It’s so ugly.”

 

Xiao Shiqing read the letter briefly and said, “Li Chi Su mentioned he specially asked a high monk to bless the longevity lock. Wearing it can ward off disasters and protect against misfortune.”

 

Zhao Qi picked up the longevity lock and examined it skeptically. “Is that really true?”

 

“He also said,” Xiao Shiqing said coldly, “that he will come to the capital and that you should wait for him.”

 

Zhao Qi: “…”

 

Seriously, with the full moon celebration for the baby and all, can’t he just leave us alone?!

 

Xiao Shiqing tossed the letter aside, approached Zhao Qi, and said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “Does Your Majesty want to wait for him?”

 

Zhao Qi raised his hands in a half-hearted gesture of defense, laughing awkwardly. “Brother, what kind of joke is this? Who is he that I should wait for him?”

 

Xiao Shiqing looked down at him and smiled slowly. “Is that so?”

 

“Yep!”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s gaze darkened. “If you’re not waiting for him, who are you waiting for?”

 

Zhao Qi met his gaze and felt a tightening in his chest, a vague premonition. He licked his lips and said, “I’m only waiting for you, Brother.”

 

“Good boy,” Xiao Shiqing said, pressing his body close to Zhao Qi and speaking in a deep voice. “There’s still an hour before the palace banquet. Is there anything Your Majesty would like to do?”

 

“I—I don’t know.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s face brightened with a smile. “How about I keep Your Majesty company and have some fun?”

 

In the next moment, Xiao Shiqing lifted him effortlessly and gently placed him on the bed.

 

Zhao Qi’s heart raced, his face flushed red, and he called out to his brother in a flustered manner.

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Why are you so nervous?”

 

Zhao Qi, feeling shy, said, “That time doesn’t count. I don’t even remember it.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s eyes grew serious. “This time, I’ll make sure you remember.”

 

Zhao Qi: “……”

 

Since Xiao Shiqing made that statement, every time Zhao Qi thinks about Mengmeng’s full moon celebration, his thoughts inevitably drift to “bedroom matters.”

 

During Mengmeng’s full moon, he and Xiao Shiqing were finally going to complete the great harmony of their lives—they were going to consummate their marriage!

 

Zhao Qi was a mix of anticipation and slight nervousness, feeling a bit restless even while lying beside Xiao Shiqing at night. In contrast, Xiao Shiqing seemed completely unaffected, going about his business as usual.

 

So… the emotions were quite complex. But this was normal; it would be strange if Xiao Shiqing were as nervous and uneasy as he was.

 

Mengmeng’s full moon banquet was to be held at the Wanshou Palace, just like Zhao Qi’s birthday banquet last year. Zhao Qi happened to pass by and saw the eunuchs busy preparing the venue, suddenly feeling a bit lost in thought.

 

Jiang Dehai, who was following him, asked, “Your Majesty?”

 

Zhao Qi sighed, “Everything began here.”

 

What happened at the palace banquet last year might have been the biggest turning point in his life. If not for that birthday banquet, Jiang Bao’er’s fertility medicine, Rong Tang’s “Everlasting Thoughts,” and even if he hadn’t been drunk, he certainly wouldn’t be standing here today, watching others busy themselves for his son’s full moon banquet.

 

He might not have changed, still maintaining a relationship with Xiao Shiqing that was a blend of friendship and enmity, always on guard.

 

Rong Tang was definitely out of the palace by now. Given Rong Tang’s nature, he probably wouldn’t have entered government service but would return to his hometown in Cangzhou, like Yu Chenshui, to live a secluded life in the mountains, enjoying a leisurely existence like the “plucking chrysanthemums beneath the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains.”

 

He Chengzhou would remain a spirited and dashing young man. They would be very good friends. Every time He Chengzhou went on a campaign, Zhao Qi would embrace him as both an emperor and a brother, sending him off with well wishes.

 

As for Li Chisu… never mind, he couldn’t be bothered to imagine.

 

However, there are no “ifs” in this world; what he imagined could only be “ifs.” The path he walked now, although never anticipated, was still a very good and long one. With a lover and a son, as Xiao Shiqing said, he would no longer be alone.

 

Zhao Qi recalled some past events and, feeling a sudden whim, said, “It’s been a long time since I visited the inner palace. I’d like to go take a look.”

 

Jiang Dehai hesitated, “Your Majesty, if the Prime Minister finds out, he might get jealous again.”

 

Zhao Qi chuckled, “There’s no one in the inner palace. I’m just going to enjoy the scenery. What’s there to be jealous of? He’s not a jealousy expert.”

 

Jiang Dehai had no choice but to agree, “Yes.”

 

All the beauties kept in the inner palace by the previous emperor had been dismissed. The empress dowagers left by the late emperor were all living in Xuchun Garden. The vast inner palace was as desolate as the Cold Palace, with most of the palace maids and eunuchs who used to serve the beauties reassigned elsewhere. Each palace now had only one person left, doing some cleaning and tidying up.

 

Unless something unexpected happened, the inner palace would remain this quiet until Mengmeng ascended the throne.

 

Zhao Qi first went to Mingcui Palace, where Jiang Bao’er had lived in the past. Zhao Qi remembered that originally delicate beauty who, due to his order, diligently “exercised” until her limbs were muscular. He couldn’t help but feel a bit sentimental. In fact, Jiang Bao’er wasn’t a bad person; stealing the Everlasting Thoughts wasn’t meant to harm anyone, but was merely for self-preservation.

 

“How is Jiang Bao’er faring in the dungeons?” Zhao Qi asked.


T/N: There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

 

 

Chapter 84 – My maternity leave is over. 

Chapter 84 – My maternity leave is over. 

Returning to the palace, Zhao Qi’s “maternity leave” had also ended.

 

He woke up early for the first time in a long while, yawning as Jiang Dehai helped him into his dragon robe. After rinsing his mouth with tea handed to him by Xiao Jinzi, he looked back and saw that Xiao Shiqing was still lying in the dragon bed.

 

Zhao Qi: ???

 

“Why aren’t you getting up, Brother?”

 

“Why should I?” Xiao Shiqing lay on his side, propping his head up with his hand and smiling. “Your Majesty, don’t forget that I am currently convalescing from an illness in the residence.”

 

Zhao Qi recalled the comfort of the bed and said with a sigh, “So I have to get up early for court, while Brother gets to sleep until the sun is high?”

 

Xiao Shiqing nodded lazily and said, “Yes.”

 

At that moment, Zhao Qi felt like he was keeping a pretty boy.

 

“Then go back to sleep, Brother,” Zhao Qi said, “I’ll come to see you after court.”

 

Xiao Shiqing gave a flirtatious and ambiguous smile and said half-seriously, “Mm, I’ll be waiting for you in bed.”

 

Before leaving, Zhao Qi asked, “Has Mengmeng woken up?”

 

Jiang Dehai replied, “Your Majesty, the little prince has just woken up and finished his milk.”

 

Zhao Qi sighed, “Being a little darling is so good.”

 

This was Zhao Qi’s first time attending court without Xiao Shiqing’s company, and he was surprisingly a bit nervous. He sat high on the dragon throne, looking down at the officials bowing to him through the coronet—the leader among them was no longer Xiao Shiqing, but his maternal grandfather, Duke Wen of the Wen family.

 

Besides that, many familiar faces had disappeared, replaced by the vibrant faces of young officials. The most eye-catching was the newly appointed Assistant Minister of Justice, Xu Qiu. Though he was still the ugliest among the officials, his aura far surpassed that of the long-standing old ministers. Just thinking that this person was someone he had personally promoted filled Zhao Qi with a faint sense of pride. He remembered what Xiao Shiqing had once said: as a ruler, it’s okay not to understand military tactics or political schemes, but being able to correctly identify and use people is the greatest wealth.

 

Zhao Qi’s gaze swept over the officials one by one. After a major purge, the court had undergone a complete transformation. Though it was painful, it was also like a new lease on life. However, he vaguely felt that something was missing. After pondering, he realized what was missing was a gaze fixed on him—He Changzhou was actually not present.

 

Zhao Qi frowned, suppressing his doubts and focusing on listening to the officials’ reports.

 

Having not attended court for over half a year and after experiencing a storm of bloodshed, there were countless matters to discuss. Zhao Qi thought he would struggle without Xiao Shiqing, but he was far more capable than he had imagined. He listened first, then discussed, and finally made decisions where possible, leaving unresolved matters for further discussion or to consult with the child’s father later. The court proceedings went smoothly, and Zhao Qi was quite satisfied with his performance. It seemed that after being with Xiao Shiqing for so long, he had indeed learned a lot.

 

The court session continued until noon. Zhao Qi was exhausted and hungry, forcing himself to listen to Xu Qiu’s endless chatter in the hall. At this moment, Jiang Dehai approached and whispered, “Your Majesty, the Chancellor has prepared wine and dishes. Please return to Yonghua Palace for lunch.”

 

Zhao Qi was secretly delighted but said on the surface, “What lunch? Can’t you see that I’m still in court?”

 

Jiang Dehai hesitated, “But the Chancellor said that Your Majesty did not eat much this morning and must be hungry by now. Court matters are never-ending; it would be best to have lunch first and continue later. The Chancellor also said that if Your Majesty does not comply, he will personally bring the little prince to invite Your Majesty back.”

 

Zhao Qi’s eyelid twitched, “Nonsense!”

 

Jiang Dehai advised, “The Chancellor is only concerned for Your Majesty’s well-being. You’ve just given birth to the little prince less than a month ago; you must not overwork yourself.”

 

Zhao Qi complained dramatically, “Tsk, men are such a hassle—then let’s adjourn court.”

 

On the way back, Zhao Qi asked, “Why wasn’t He Changzhou present for court?”

 

Jiang Dehai replied, “Young General He has taken leave.”

 

“Why did he take leave?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Find out.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Upon arriving at Yonghua Palace, the food was indeed prepared. Xiao Shiqing was waiting at the door to greet him. Xiao Shiqing was not wearing a crown and was dressed casually in moon-white clothes, with his collar open. He looked elegant and unrestrained—even though he was holding a chubby and adorable Mengmeng.

 

Zhao Qi felt a warmth in his heart. Ah, could this be the legendary cozy life with a wife and children?

 

“How can you be so thoughtless, Brother?” Zhao Qi said seriously. “Don’t you know how busy I am with state affairs? Even if you want to act spoiled, there should be a time and place for it.”

 

Xiao Shiqing didn’t expose Zhao Qi’s pretense but nodded and said, “It is my fault for being unreasonable. I just wanted the Emperor to have a meal with me.”

 

Zhao Qi was quite taken with this and helplessly said, “What can I do with you, Brother?”

 

Xiao Shiqing handed their child over to the wet nurse, and they both sat down to eat together.

 

Zhao Qi began discussing what he had seen and heard in the morning court. “The tax reforms in Jiangxia have shown preliminary results. I plan to implement them nationwide. Is that alright?”

 

Xiao Shiqing served a bowl of soup in front of Zhao Qi and replied, “It’s fine.”

 

“The Minister of Revenue is complaining again, saying that the national treasury has a deficit of thirty million taels…”

 

“Don’t worry,” Xiao Shiqing said lightly, “Xu Qiu is about to start seizing properties. I’ve heard that the Wen family is as rich as a country. Their assets alone could cover about a third of the national treasury’s deficit.”

 

Zhao Qi was taken aback. “So, Brother, you intentionally stirred up party disputes for this reason.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled. “Since the Emperor is so poor, I naturally need to find ways to earn more silver for you.”

 

Zhao Qi said, “If you really want to help me, hurry up and retrieve the four sets of items and restore your official position.”

 

Xiao Shiqing didn’t take it seriously. “Whether or not I hold the position of Prime Minister makes no difference to me.”

 

This was true. Although Xiao Shiqing wasn’t visible in front of the officials, he was still working as much as before.

 

“Since it makes no difference, why are you still pretending to be ill and not going out?”

 

“To stay close to you.”

 

“…” That reason was indeed hard to refute.

 

Xiao Shiqing gently pinched Zhao Qi’s reddened earlobe. “Besides that, it’s also to make the northern border less alert. The more Zhao Tong thinks that the capital is in chaos and there is no one in control, the more advantageous the situation will be for us.”

 

The northern border had always been a source of worry for Zhao Qi. He had thought that as long as he didn’t continue persecuting Zhao Tong, Zhao Tong wouldn’t rebel, and the people in both regions could be spared from war. The reality proved him to be naïve.

 

“If I had known it would come to this, I should have just killed him from the start,” Zhao Qi said with regret. “It’s all my fault for being soft-hearted.”

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled lightly. “If we had killed Zhao Tong back then, it would have only provoked a vengeful army from the north. Not killing him gave us more years to recuperate and prepare our resources. The turmoil in the north was already set in motion when the late Emperor made Zhao Tong a king and the Empress Dowager allowed him to head north. It has nothing to do with my precious one.”

 

Zhao Qi: “…”

 

Xiao Shiqing had a habit of suddenly mixing flirtatious remarks into serious conversations, which only made Zhao Qi blush and feel flustered.

 

Zhao Qi took a sip of soup to compose himself and asked, “What have you been doing all this time? You wouldn’t be really lying in bed, would you?”

 

“Taking care of the child.”

 

“Cough, cough—” Zhao Qi nearly choked. Xiao Shiqing patted his back and calmly added, “And I also tidied up your harem.”

 

Zhao Qi was stunned. The harem? Where did he get a harem from?! Although his romantic luck was unusually good, he hadn’t picked any other flowers besides Xiao Shiqing. Don’t falsely accuse a good man!

 

Xiao Shiqing reminded him, “The men and women you previously brought into the palace, half of them were dismissed before. Now, only half remain.”

 

Zhao Qi sighed in relief. “So you meant them.”

 

Xiao Shiqing gave a faint smile, “Who did you think I was talking about?”

 

Zhao Qi awkwardly said, “No one. What did you do with them?”

 

“They have all been dismissed from the palace,” Xiao Shiqing said, “except for one person.”

 

“Who?”

 

“Jiang Bao’er.”

 

Having become a bit forgetful during pregnancy, Zhao Qi had almost completely forgotten about those male consorts in the harem. Hearing Jiang Bao’er’s name, he was momentarily confused. “Who’s that?”

 

Xiao Shiqing raised an eyebrow. “The most favored male consort in the past.”

 

Zhao Qi remembered now. It wasn’t because Jiang Bao’er was the most favored, but because he was the most troublesome.

 

“Why did you keep him—because he was the most favored?”

 

Xiao Shiqing admitted that he loved Zhao Qi, but that didn’t stop him from thinking Zhao Qi was a bit foolish. “Jiang Bao’er was the one who put fertility medicine in your snacks.”

 

Zhao Qi stared at his chopsticks for a while, “It was him?! But why would he drug me? There’s no reason for it!”

 

“He confused the effects of the ‘Chang Xiangsi’ and ‘Chang Xiangsi No. 2’. He originally intended to take No. 2 himself and use No. 1 on you, hoping to get pregnant with a dragon heir and stay in the palace to enjoy wealth and honor forever.”

 

Zhao Qi was both angry and amused. “That’s quite something.” It wasn’t easy for Mengmeng to be born; any missing link in these coincidences would have meant losing her. “But how did you find out?”

 

“I investigated,” Xiao Shiqing said. “Jiang Bao’er bribed the eunuch Xiao Xiazi from Yonghua Palace to steal the ‘Chang Xiangsi’.”

 

“But I also investigated,” Zhao Qi said gloomily. “Why couldn’t I find it out?”

 

Xiao Shiqing bluntly said, “Because you’re foolish.”

 

Zhao Qi was at a loss for words. Life was already so hard—can’t some things just stay hidden?

 

Xiao Shiqing looked at him. “You’re so foolish, how can I trust you alone?”

 

“Alright, alright, I know you’re smart, and I can’t compare…”

 

“So in the future, I won’t leave you alone,” Xiao Shiqing said. Although he was speaking sweetly, his tone was exactly the same as when he called Zhao Qi foolish.

 

Zhao Qi was stunned again and covered his face. “Brother, don’t suddenly say sweet things like that. I can’t handle it…”

 

“Jiang Bao’er has been sent to the dungeon to await his punishment. But he is already seriously ill, so he probably won’t last long.”

 

Zhao Qi’s mood was somewhat complex. Jiang Bao’er had indeed committed a capital crime, but from a certain perspective, if he hadn’t committed those crimes, Zhao Mian wouldn’t have been born. “Then, let him fend for himself.”

 

After the meal, Xiao Shiqing once again “acted unreasonably” and asked, “Can the Emperor accompany me for a nap?”

 

Zhao Qi “reluctantly” agreed. When Jiang Dehai helped him out of his outer robe, he kept giving Zhao Qi meaningful looks. Zhao Qi asked, “What’s wrong?”

 

Jiang Dehai whispered, “Your Majesty, may I have a word with you in private?”

 

Inside the inner hall were only the two of them and Xiao Shiqing. Zhao Qi didn’t think there was anything that needed to be hidden from Xiao Shiqing, so he replied, “Just speak directly.”

 

Jiang Dehai thought to himself, so this is how you want it, old servant. “Your Majesty, I sent someone to the He residence.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s eyes narrowed slightly. Zhao Qi, worried that he might be jealous, took the initiative to explain, “He Changzhou asked for leave and didn’t attend the morning court. I sent Old Jiang to check on it.”

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “There are officials who ask for leave every month. Will you check on each one?”

 

Zhao Qi scratched his head, “Uh…”

 

“If you want to know his current situation, there’s no need to send someone to investigate. I can tell you.” Xiao Shiqing said lightly, “Since He Changzhou returned from the southern tour, he has been training troops in the outskirts of the capital. Three days ago, because he drank and was hungover in the army, his father He Ming ordered him to be punished with thirty blows. He is now recuperating at home.”

 

Jiang Dehai said, “Yes, yes, that’s exactly what the Prime Minister said.”

 

He Changzhou drinking in the army and getting drunk? This didn’t seem like something he would do. Zhao Qi asked, “How severe are his injuries?”

 

Jiang Dehai replied, “Although they are just superficial wounds, General He is very harsh. Young General He was beaten badly, and the doctor said it would take at least ten to fifteen days to heal.”

 

Since returning to the capital, Zhao Qi hadn’t met with He Changzhou. The last thing he remembered saying was to stop wasting time on him. He didn’t regret saying that, but hearing about He Changzhou’s poor condition still left him feeling unsettled.

 

Zhao Qi thought for a moment and asked Xiao Shiqing, “Brother, for Mengmeng’s full moon celebration, can we invite He Changzhou to the palace for the feast?”

 

Even while feeling jealous, Xiao Shiqing did not forget about state affairs. “He Changzhou is a talented general and the best candidate for the future Northern Expedition Commander. His mind should be focused on military matters, not…” Xiao Shiqing paused, “not on romantic entanglements.”

 

With such double standards from Xiao Shiqing, Zhao Qi couldn’t help but slightly retort, “Then shouldn’t brother’s mind also be on national affairs? What’s with sticking around me all the time?”

 

“That’s not untrue,” Xiao Shiqing said with righteous conviction, “but you are my national affair.”

 

Zhao Qi felt a tingling sensation in his chest—oh no, this charming man was starting to unleash his irresistible charm again.

 

Zhao Qi took a step back, trying to avoid looking at Xiao Shiqing’s extraordinarily handsome face. “As long as he comes to the feast, I’ll talk to him properly.”

 

Xiao Shiqing watched Zhao Qi for a moment before suddenly saying, “When Mian’er’s full moon arrives, it will also be a month since you gave birth.”

 

“Yes,” Zhao Qi said, feeling puzzled. Wasn’t that just stating the obvious?

 

Xiao Shiqing’s voice became soft and low. “Mei Dai said that a month after childbirth, one can… resume marital relations.”

 

“Then let the doctor take a look,” Zhao Qi said, “at least let him suffer less before he dies.”

 

Jiang Dehai agreed, “Yes.”

 

Leaving Mingcui Palace, Zhao Qi continued walking along the lakeside and stopped in front of Drunken Scholar’s Study.

 

This was where Rong Tang had lived for two years. Even though Rong Tang had been gone for more than half a year, traces of his presence were still visible. Compared to the other palaces in the harem, Drunken Scholar’s Study looked quite out of place. It was elegant, simple, and tranquil; in the middle of winter, the courtyard was a scene of withered desolation.

 

Zhao Qi twitched his nose, “Do you smell the fragrance of medicine?”

 

Jiang Dehai sniffed, “I don’t smell anything.”

 

“Is that so,” Zhao Qi said, “it might be my illusion. Let’s go in and check.”

 

The door of Drunken Scholar’s Study was open, and there was no one inside. Zhao Qi wandered around, finding the place very clean, as if the owner was still here.

 

Zhao Qi went to the study and casually pulled a book from the shelf. After reading two pages, he found it uninteresting and put the book back. A letter fell out from between the pages.

 

The envelope was unsigned. Zhao Qi opened it and found only two lines of poetry: “The mountain has trees, and the trees have branches. My heart delights in you, but you do not know.”

 

Jiang Dehai glanced at the contents of the letter and couldn’t help but be moved, “Your Majesty, Young Master Rong…”

 

Zhao Qi, however, had no special reaction. He only remarked, “Look at this writing, it’s flowing and graceful, as ethereal as an immortal. It’s too beautiful. Alas, it’s a pity Rong Tang is gone. Otherwise, he could have taught Mengmeng to read and write.”

 

Jiang Dehai thought, “Young Master Rong was right, it really is heart’s delight ‘but you do not know’.”

 

A noise came from the doorway, and both of them turned to see a palace maid with a broom looking at them in surprise.

 

Zhao Qi tilted his head, “Who are you?”

 

The maid came to her senses and, with barely concealed excitement, said, “This servant is Jin Ning, greeting His Majesty.”

 

“Jin Ning?” Zhao Qi recalled vaguely, “Aren’t you the maid who served Rong Tang?”

 

“That’s right,” Jin Ning gathered her courage to look up, “Your Majesty, did you come to Drunken Scholar’s Study because Young Master Rong is coming back?”

 

Zhao Qi said, “No, I was just wandering around and ended up here.”

 

Jin Ning’s expression dimmed, and she looked very disappointed.

 

Jiang Dehai said, “Your Majesty, usually the maids and matrons left in the harem are older. Jin Ning is so young and looks good. She should have been assigned elsewhere.”

 

Jin Ning said, “Your Majesty, it was my own wish to stay in Drunken Scholar’s Study. I wanted to wait for Young Master Rong’s return.”

 

“You’re quite loyal,” Zhao Qi teased, “Are you so attached to Rong Tang that you like him?”

 

Jin Ning’s face turned pale, “Young Master is His Majesty’s person. How could this servant dare!”

 

“Hey, who said he’s my person? Don’t talk nonsense!” Zhao Qi said. “If it gets to his brother’s ears, he’ll have to deal with it.”

 

“Even if Young Master is not Your Majesty’s person, he is still a celestial being descended from heaven,” Jin Ning said, lowering her head, “This servant would never dare to wish for such things!”

 

“I was just joking, it seems I scared you,” Zhao Qi said. “Fine, if you want to stay in Drunken Scholar’s Study, then stay.” He traced his finger across the desk, the tip clean and dust-free. “You’ve cleaned this place very well.”

 

“Young Master dislikes filth, and I’m used to it,” Jin Ning said, then asked, “Your Majesty, will Young Master Rong come back?”

 

Zhao Qi thought for a moment, “Perhaps he will come back to the capital, but he will definitely not stay in Drunken Scholar’s Study.”

 

According to Xiao Shiqing, Rong Tang was now by the side of the Prince of Huai, monitoring his every move. Once the court had pacified the northern turmoil and Rong Tang had made great contributions, he should return to the capital to be rewarded. Zhao Qi was even thinking of granting him a noble title.

 

Jin Ning slowly lowered her head, “This servant understands.”

 

After leaving Drunken Scholar’s Study, Jiang Dehai reminded Zhao Qi, “It’s almost time for dinner. Your Majesty should return to Yonghua Palace early to avoid keeping the Prime Minister waiting.”

 

Zhao Qi grumbled as he walked back, “Is Yonghua Palace my bedroom or my brother’s?”

 

Jiang Dehai knowingly asked, “Why not let the Prime Minister move back to Haiyan Palace?” Haiyan Palace was a residence given by Empress Dowager Wen to Xiao Shiqing for short stays when he worked late at the palace.

 

Zhao Qi replied without hesitation, “No, my brother must live with me and Mengmeng. A family should have the appearance of a family.”

 

Jiang Dehai secretly smiled, “Yes, Your Majesty is right.”

 

“However, I really want to grant him a palace,” Zhao Qi said eagerly, “Old Jiang, where does the empress of Dajin usually live?”

 

Zhao Qi’s expression showed that he was planning something significant. Jiang Dehai replied, “Your Majesty, it’s Chang Le Palace.”

 

“I remember that the imperial wedding was also held at Chang Le Palace?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Let’s go,” Zhao Qi said with excitement, “Let’s take a look at Chang Le Palace.”


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Chapter 83 – The daily life of my family of three. 

Chapter 83 – The daily life of my family of three. 

Zhao Qi, who had previously agonized over names for the little fairy, had to come up with a new name for the little fairy boy. He browsed through various books, seeking inspiration from poetry and songs, and scribbled down every name he could think of in his clumsy handwriting.

 

That night, the family of three was enjoying a harmonious moment together. Xiao Shiqing was reviewing documents; Mengmeng lay in the cradle, stretching his chubby hands in an effort to grab his father’s dangling long hair; Zhao Qi stood beside the cradle, muttering, “Mengmeng, what kind of name should your father give you? Do you want something more imposing or something more elegant?”

 

Xiao Shiqing interjected, “Whether it’s imposing or elegant, it’s all fine.”

 

Zhao Qi grinned and said, “An imposing name could be ‘Aotian’ or ‘Ritian,’ while an elegant one could be ‘Zihao’ or ‘Zixuan.'”

 

Knowing Zhao Qi was joking, Xiao Shiqing nodded along, “Good names.”

 

“Hahaha, that won’t do,” Zhao Qi laughed first, “If we really named him ‘Aotian,’ I’d definitely end up laughing during the official ceremonies.” What if calling his son made him laugh out loud, eventually turning into ‘Aotian Swan’?

 

“Yah—” Mengmeng cooed and wiggled his hands and feet energetically.

 

Zhao Qi found it amusing, holding Mengmeng’s thick little feet and gently squeezing them. Mengmeng, probably tickled, twisted around in the cradle, shoving his tiny fists into his toothless mouth.

 

“You shouldn’t suck your thumb, Mengmeng.” Zhao Qi took his son’s hand out and gently rubbed his forehead with his nose.

 

Xiao Shiqing closed the documents and hugged Zhao Qi from behind, both of them looking down at the child. “Has he grown tired of playing?”

 

Zhao Qi replied confidently, “If having children isn’t about playing, then it would be meaningless.”

 

“I’m not saying you can’t play,” Xiao Shiqing said casually, “Just a reminder that he isn’t the only one you can play with.”

 

Zhao Qi glanced at Xiao Shiqing and said quietly, “Forget it, we don’t even know who will end up playing with whom.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled, “The Emperor seems quite self-aware.”

 

Zhao Qi was proud, “That’s my greatest strength.”

 

While they were talking, Mengmeng had quieted down, gazing at his parents with his deep, dark eyes. His eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, much like Xiao Shiqing’s. He was still too small to tell who he looked like apart from his eyes, though his skin was as fair as Zhao Qi’s.

 

“He’s been awake for a while,” Zhao Qi said, “Why isn’t he sleeping yet?”

 

Xiao Shiqing responded, “He had already slept for six hours before he woke up.”

 

“Children just eat and sleep, sleep and eat,” Zhao Qi said, cradling Mengmeng in his arms and gently patting him, “Mengmeng, go to sleep quickly. You can get a good rest now, but in the future, you’ll have to wake up with the rooster, and even when the dogs are asleep, you won’t be able to sleep. You’ll be like an old ox dragging the country along…”

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled, “Although princes should be carefully educated, it’s not as bad as you say.”

 

“Can Mengmeng wake up later than the rooster?”

 

“Occasionally.”

 

It was indeed quite harsh, but Zhao Qi couldn’t help but laugh. “Brother, don’t be too strict. Otherwise, when we’re old and catch a slight cold or something, and Mengmeng unhesitatingly lets the doctor give up on treatment, we’d have nowhere to cry.”

 

“…” Even Xiao Shiqing was sometimes very curious about where Zhao Qi learned such strange ideas.

 

As Zhao Qi coaxed Mengmeng to sleep, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. “It is said that a child’s name reflects their parents’ expectations for them. My expectation is for Mengmeng to be able to sleep in naturally. How about naming him ‘Zhao Shui’ or ‘Zhao Jue’? What do you think, Brother?”

 

Xiao Shiqing was silent for a moment before saying, “Why not ‘Zhao Mian’?”

 

“Zhao… Mian?” Zhao Qi exclaimed, “That’s a good one!”

 

Thus, Mengmeng’s full name was decided rather “rashly” and entered the royal family’s genealogy.

 

Zhao Qi had been lying in bed for nearly half a month, receiving meticulous care. His vitality had recovered by about seventy to eighty percent, but he had not yet adjusted his habit of feeling his stomach. He would still subconsciously reach down to touch it, only to remember he no longer had a large belly.

 

One day, while Mei Dai was coming to check his pulse, Xiao Shiqing was meeting with Xu Qiu. Zhao Qi seized the opportunity and subtly asked, “I’ve recently been feeling a vague pain in my chest. Is this normal?”

 

“Pain?” Mei Dai asked. “May I ask Your Majesty what kind of pain you’re experiencing?”

 

Zhao Qi covered his face with his hand and said weakly, “It feels like something is about to come out.”

 

“Something?”

 

Zhao Qi grew angry and slammed the table. “Are you a divine doctor, or am I? How can I know what it is if it hasn’t come out yet!”

 

Mei Dai quickly knelt and said, “Your Majesty, calm down. This humble one has never encountered such a situation while assisting with childbirth for men, so I dared to ask.”

 

Zhao Qi felt a glimmer of hope. “Oh? Others don’t have this problem? Are you sure?”

 

Mei Dai nodded.

 

Zhao Qi let out a heavy sigh of relief. It was fortunate that the situation he feared wouldn’t happen; otherwise, he might not be able to be a man again in the future.

 

— Wait a minute.

 

Zhao Qi scrutinized Mei Dai suspiciously and said sternly, “Tell me, are you Mei Dai or Mei Chuan!”

 

Mei Dai was taken aback. “Your Majesty?”

 

Zhao Qi grabbed Mei Dai by the collar, fuming, “You’re Mei Chuan, aren’t you? You’re trying to deceive me again, making me let down my guard so that when I’m caught off guard… well, you can succeed in your prank. Do you think I’ll fall for it again? Naive!”

 

Mei Dai looked bewildered. “No, Your Majesty, I am really Mei Dai!”

 

The two brothers looked almost identical, so who would believe otherwise? “Prove it to me!”

 

Mei Dai looked like he wanted to cry but couldn’t. “How, how should I prove it… Your Majesty, my elder brother is currently drying medicine in the pharmacy, and there are guards watching him all the time. If Your Majesty does not believe me, you may summon him to see for yourself.”

 

Zhao Qi stared into Mei Dai’s eyes and, seeing that he didn’t seem to be lying, decided to believe him for now. It seemed that the discomfort in his chest was also a psychological factor. Tsk, all because of Xiao Shiqing, bringing up this topic for no reason and making him almost develop a “phantom limb.”

 

Zhao Qi snorted. “Don’t blame me for being fierce; it’s your brother who’s too detestable. I have to be on guard.”

 

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mei Dai said helplessly, “Your Majesty is not fierce at all. It’s all my elder brother’s fault.”

 

Looking at Mei Dai’s face, Zhao Qi suddenly remembered why he always thought Mengmeng was a princess. Besides deceiving him about the delivery, Mei Chuan had also claimed he had supernatural abilities, able to tell the baby’s gender just by looking at the pregnant belly. He was adamant that Zhao Qi was expecting a daughter. At that time, Zhao Qi was contemplating aborting the child, feeling very disturbed, and inexplicably misled by this quack doctor, who then successfully misled others as well.

 

This memory made Mei Chuan’s life, which was already in danger, even worse. Zhao Qi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, “Good, very good. I will make him suffer a fate worse than death!”

 

Mei Dai opened his mouth but wisely chose to remain silent.

 

Zhao Qi thought about his son’s name and then began considering a hundred ways to make Mei Chuan suffer. When Xiao Shiqing learned about this, he suggested, “Just kill him.”

 

“There’s no need for that,” Zhao Qi said. “His crimes don’t warrant death, and I don’t need his head. What I want is his dignity as a man!”

 

Xiao Shiqing casually said, “Then castrate him.”

 

Zhao Qi felt inferior. “… You’re even more ruthless than my brother.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled, “If you want to repay him in kind, I have a method.”

 

Soon after, Xiao Shiqing, on the pretext of celebrating the safety of the emperor and prince, generously rewarded everyone. All the palace maids, eunuchs, and doctors who served Zhao Qi received rewards, including Mei Chuan—Xiao Shiqing gifted him a beauty from the Eastern Isles.

 

The beauty was as stunning as a celestial being, gentle and lovely, with a smile that could topple cities and kingdoms. Even heroes were no match for her charm, and Mei Chuan quickly immersed himself in the bliss of her company.

 

On a dark and windy night, Mei Chuan finally decided to indulge in the beauty. The atmosphere was filled with tenderness, and everything seemed perfect. Just as Mei Chuan was about to begin, the beauty in his arms suddenly turned into a cold-faced, bleeding… Fu Zi.

 

After a scream, Mei Chuan withered, and he did not recover for the next two years. Even his skilled brother could do nothing to help.

 

Zhao Qi felt immensely satisfied with the revenge, laughing and rolling on the bed. Afterward, he went to Xiao Shiqing, embracing him affectionately. “Brother, you’re so wicked!”

 

“Do you like it?”

 

“Yes,” Zhao Qi said, kissing Xiao Shiqing on the face. “I like you for ten thousand years.”

 

After the kiss, Zhao Qi tried to leave but was pulled back into Xiao Shiqing’s embrace.

 

“Your Majesty kissed the wrong place,” Xiao Shiqing said, placing his index finger on his lips. “Kiss here.”

 

Zhao Qi generously leaned in and gave him a peck. Initially intending to keep it light, Xiao Shiqing supported the back of his head and deepened the kiss.

 

Though they had already had a child, Zhao Qi’s limited experience was not much better than a novice’s. While kissing and hugging was fine, he was completely overwhelmed when Xiao Shiqing became intimate with him in an adult way.

 

He had never been good at breathing during prolonged kisses and soon found himself short of breath, collapsing onto the soft bed.

 

With his wrists held above his head and surrounded by familiar masculine scents, Zhao Qi didn’t know how long Xiao Shiqing kissed him. When their lips parted, his eyes were dazed, and Xiao Shiqing’s breath was also ragged, with his deep eyes showing unmasked desire.

 

Zhao Qi blushed and called out, “Brother?”

 

Xiao Shiqing covered Zhao Qi’s eyes with his hand. “Don’t look at me.”

 

“Eh?”

 

“Keep looking, and I won’t be able to hold back.”

 

“…” Zhao Qi, being a man himself, naturally understood what Xiao Shiqing was struggling with. To be honest, he wasn’t completely opposed to it. When he was still a straight man, he might have had psychological barriers about this matter, but now that he was more open-minded, he looked forward to more intimate contact with Xiao Shiqing and doing happy things together.

 

Zhao Qi tentatively said, “Then don’t hold back.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his gaze grew deeper, almost drowning Zhao Qi in its intensity.

 

Not receiving a response, Zhao Qi anxiously urged, “Doesn’t Brother want it?”

 

Of course, he wanted it. As long as he was with Zhao Qi, he was always thinking about it.

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled slightly, “Does Your Majesty want it?”

 

Zhao Qi nodded.

 

“It seems Your Majesty has developed a taste for it.”

 

Zhao Qi protested, “Brother!”

 

“Even if you want it, you have to endure,” Xiao Shiqing said with a light laugh. “You’ve just had a child.”

 

Zhao Qi knew Xiao Shiqing was doing it for his own good, but he still felt a little disappointed. “… As expected of Brother, you really can endure.”

 

Xiao Shiqing said slowly, “Enduring now, you can make it up to me later.”

 

When Mengmeng was about to turn one month old, Zhao Qi moved back to the palace from Xuchun Garden. It had been over half a year since his southern tour and departure from the palace. The palace was still much the same, though there were some minor changes. For example, the peach blossom forest that had once been in full bloom was now a bare expanse, and the palace that used to be inhabited was now empty.

 

Xiao Shiqing was planning a grand celebration for the prince’s full month and had specifically summoned the Minister of Rites to handle the arrangements.

 

After returning from the southern tour, the emperor fell ill and stayed in Xuchun Garden to recover. When he finally returned to the palace, there was a new little prince. The officials were dumbfounded. Despite their confusion, they dared not speak up or ask questions; they could only shamelessly congratulate the emperor on the birth of the prince.

 

The Minister of Rites said, “Your Majesty, according to the rites of Dajing, when the prince turns one month old, you and the Empress should personally go to the ancestral temple and light the eternal lamp for the prince.”

 

Zhao Qi replied, “But I don’t have an Empress.”

 

“If the legitimate Empress is absent, the prince’s biological mother can take her place,” the Minister of Rites said cautiously. “May I ask, will the prince’s biological mother be present?”

 

Zhao Qi looked at Xiao Shiqing with meaningful eyes and asked, “What does the Prime Minister think? Can the little prince’s mother attend?”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled and replied, “She can.”


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Chapter 82 – My "Princess" has a little dragon between her legs

Chapter 82 – My “Princess” has a little dragon between her legs

Zhao Qi fell into deep thought, trying to console himself that no matter how unattractive the baby was, it was still his and Xiao Shiqing’s child. Besides, newborns are often not very cute. Let’s wait and see; there might be a pleasant surprise in the future.

 

Jiang Dehai cheerfully said, “Your Majesty, look at the little prince’s eyebrows—they resemble yours so much!”

 

Zhao Qi, feeling frustrated, said, “Where does he even have eyebrows—wait a minute,” he paused as he just heard something, “You’re saying, little prince?”

 

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Jiang Dehai’s face lit up with delight. “Although everyone expected you to have a princess, what’s in the Prime Minister’s arms is a genuine little prince!”

 

Seeing Zhao Qi’s eyes grow wider and wider, Xiao Shiqing said, “Calm down.”

 

But Zhao Qi couldn’t calm down at all.

 

“No—this can’t be true. How could it be! It was supposed to be a princess!” Zhao Qi babbled, “Show me.”

 

Xiao Shiqing silently unwrapped the swaddling cloth around the baby.

 

Zhao Qi felt as if he couldn’t breathe.

 

What is this extra little dragon between her legs! Where’s my little princess? Where did my big, beautiful little princess go?

 

Zhao Qi looked at Xiao Shiqing, dazed and aggrieved. “But—but I wanted a daughter!”

 

Xiao Shiqing comforted him, “There will be one.”

 

Zhao Qi lamented, “It’s easy for you to say, since you didn’t give birth.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled, “So you really don’t like the little prince?”

 

“It’s not that,” Zhao Qi looked at the sleeping little prince and unconsciously softened his voice. “It’s just different from what I expected.”

 

He had envisioned all sorts of things for the dragon egg, assuming it would be a princess, which is why he named her Mengmeng. He thought about dressing Mengmeng in the most beautiful dresses every day, making her into a little princess (oh, she already was a princess); he imagined her calling him father emperor in a sweet, tender voice and being all sorts of adorable; and when Mengmeng grew up, he wanted to find the perfect prince consort for her, passing down the beautiful genes generation after generation…

 

However, with that extra “little dragon vein,” all Zhao Qi’s dreams dissolved into bubbles.

 

Zhao Qi rubbed the little prince’s cheek with his fingertip, sighed heavily, and looked as if he was deeply troubled.

 

“Alright, stop overthinking,” Xiao Shiqing said. “You just gave birth, you need to rest.”

 

After talking for a while and being emotionally stirred, Zhao Qi was indeed feeling a bit weak. He nodded, “Will you stay with me?”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled and said, “Of course.” After handing the baby back to the wet nurse, he personally fed Zhao Qi a bowl of red date porridge, then sat by the bedside and gently helped Zhao Qi fall asleep.

 

Zhao Qi clutched his hand under the covers and fell into a deep sleep.

 

Xiao Shiqing stayed in the same position until Xiao Jinzi came to report, “Prime Minister…”

 

Xiao Shiqing glanced at him and motioned for him to speak outside.

 

“The Empress Dowager has arrived,” Xiao Jinzi said. “Does the Prime Minister need to avoid her?”

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “No need. I’ll go to pay my respects to the Empress Dowager. You stay here and guard the Emperor.”

 

When Empress Dowager Wen heard that Zhao Qi had given birth to a prince, she immediately rushed over. At this moment, she was holding the newborn prince and couldn’t stop smiling—if the child had been a girl, her smile would have been even wider.

 

“Paying respects to the Empress Dowager.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen lifted her eyes and, upon seeing Xiao Shiqing, her smile vanished completely. “Aren’t you supposed to be recuperating at the Xiao residence? Why are you here at Xuchun Garden?”

 

“Has the Empress Dowager forgotten,” Xiao Shiqing said with a half-smile, “that the child born to the Emperor is mine? Of course, I have to come.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen said coldly, “So what if it is? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.”

 

“I’m all ears,” Xiao Shiqing said, “but before that, may I ask the wet nurse to take the prince away?”

 

“Why? Are you afraid I’ll steal your son?” Empress Dowager Wen asked.

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled and replied, “The Empress Dowager shouldn’t worry about that.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen’s gaze sharpened. After the prince was taken away, she began, “Xiao Shiqing, I believe I have treated you well, and the Emperor listens to you. Why are you doing this?”

 

Xiao Shiqing raised his brows slightly and asked, “What have I done?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen snorted coldly. “You’ve schemed to have the Emperor bear your child, hoping to use the prince to seize the throne! I’ll tell you, even with this child, the Emperor will still appoint a consort and choose a new empress to ensure the succession!”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied calmly, “Firstly, I didn’t know the Emperor could become pregnant; secondly, if I wanted to seize the throne, why wait until now; lastly, the Emperor will not appoint a consort or choose an empress, nor will there be any continued succession.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen slammed the table in anger. “Impudent!”

 

Xiao Shiqing poured a cup of tea and handed it to her. “Please calm down, Empress Dowager.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen coldly turned her face away.

 

“The Empress Dowager is the Emperor’s birth mother. I don’t want to make things difficult for him,” Xiao Shiqing said. “I’m willing to step back and leave more people for the Wen family. Please, Empress Dowager, don’t pursue this matter further.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen’s gaze was icy. “Now, those who have been dismissed, exiled, or executed are not just members of the Wen family.”

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “That’s true, but I don’t care about the lives of others in the family—the Empress Dowager is different.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s words made Empress Dowager Wen feel a chill. “You… you are so heartless!”

 

“They got what they deserved; it has nothing to do with me,” Xiao Shiqing said, placing the tea cup on the table. “I heard that after the national uncle was sentenced to death, the wife of the Duke fell ill and, on her deathbed, cursed the Duke, saying he, as the head of the Cabinet, couldn’t keep their child safe.” Xiao Shiqing’s lips curled into a cold, calculating smile. “Fortunately, they still have a younger son, and luckily he’s safe; otherwise…”

 

Empress Dowager Wen gripped the armrest tightly, gritting her teeth. “Don’t forget, it was you who voluntarily relinquished your power!”

 

“It’s good that the Empress Dowager remembers,” Xiao Shiqing said with a smile. “I have already resigned from my position as Prime Minister, and the Empress Dowager must also adhere to the agreement. Unless the Emperor is willing, don’t bring up the matter of appointing a consort or a new empress.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen looked at him in disbelief. “You pushed the entire Xiao family out just to ensure the Emperor doesn’t appoint an empress?”

 

Xiao Shiqing said nonchalantly, “I’ve said it. They got what they deserved. If they were wrongfully accused while being innocent, I would protect them.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen’s shoulders slumped as she slowly sat down in defeat. In the end, it was just a matter of who was more ruthless, and she couldn’t match Xiao Shiqing in that regard. Since entering the palace, she had always carried the honor of her maternal family, and she could not bring herself to be so ruthless as to watch her family members one by one be imprisoned.

 

In reality, both she and Xiao Shiqing knew very well that the prominent families of today had overstepped their bounds. If the emperor had real power and was a bit more resolute, it would only be a matter of time before the Xiao family was held accountable. Xiao Shiqing’s strategy of retreating to advance, combined with the influence he had over the emperor’s ear, had successfully dragged the Wen family into the mire.

 

She had fallen into the trap. Eager to elevate her maternal family to stand side by side with the Xiao family, she had forgotten that a tall tree attracts the wind. She hadn’t anticipated that Zhao Qi, who appeared soft-hearted, would remain firm on state matters.

 

“The Empress Dowager is a wise person,” Xiao Shiqing said. “I believe you will soon give me an answer.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen bit her lip, her face drained of color. She looked down at the tea Xiao Shiqing had poured and, closing her eyes, brought it to her lips. After taking a small sip, she said, “What exactly are you planning?”

 

“I’ve already said.”

 

“You want Zhao Qi not to appoint an empress. I know that,” Empress Dowager Wen said. “Is there anything else? The military orders, the Prime Minister’s seal…”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s smile became more genuine. “I have devoted many years to the Great Jing. Now, I just want to accompany the Emperor and the prince.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen couldn’t help but say, “The situation outside is chaotic. Aren’t you going to do anything?”

 

Xiao Shiqing reminded her, “The Empress Dowager, the national uncle is the head of the Cabinet.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen, exasperated, replied, “You…!”

 

Xiao Shiqing suddenly said vaguely, “Wait another year. If the court is still in chaos, the northern borders might take action.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen furrowed her brows, deep in thought. “You mean…”

 

“I wish to stay with the Emperor. I will take my leave now.”

 

After Xiao Shiqing left, Empress Dowager Wen sat alone for a long time. When she came to understand the situation, she couldn’t help but marvel at how, with Xiao Shiqing’s scheming and ruthlessness, opposing him was like seeking one’s own doom.

 

Zhao Qi’s delivery had gone smoothly, and she recovered quickly. The next day, she had the strength to hold her six-pound son.

 

In just a day and a night, the prince had undergone a complete transformation. Although still not handsome, he was much whiter and his skin wasn’t as wrinkled as before, making him somewhat more pleasant to look at.

 

Zhao Qi’s mood improved slightly, but she couldn’t help but sigh when she thought about the extra “dragon vein.”

 

Jiang Dehai looked puzzled. “Your Majesty, the concubines in the harem all take pride in giving birth to a prince. Why do you specifically want a princess? If you already had a prince, it would be understandable, but this is your first child.”

 

“It’s also the last one,” Zhao Qi said, looking at her son. “So, he will definitely be the crown prince. Raising a princess is simple; just shower her with love. But raising a ruler of the country, I really don’t know how to do that.”

Jiang Dehai said, “What about the Prime Minister?”

 

Zhao Qi forced a smile. “Yes, I’ll have to let my brother teach him. My brother will certainly have him reciting poetry at three, writing essays at five, and reading memorials at seven… Poor little prince, at such a young age, he’ll have to rise earlier than the rooster and sleep later than the dog. When he ascends the throne, he’ll face endless memorials and deceitful officials every day. After finally working hard to manage the country, he’ll still have to toil in the harem…” Zhao Qi’s expression grew more pained. “It’s so tragic, sob sob, I want to write the word ‘tragic’ on his feet, sob sob.”

 

At this moment, Xiao Shiqing walked into the room: “…”

 

The little prince seemed to understand his father’s words and began to flail his limbs and cry loudly.

 

Xiao Shiqing stepped forward, bent down to pat the little prince’s head, and then patted Zhao Qi’s head, saying helplessly, “Why scare him like that?”

 

Zhao Qi blinked. “Am I not speaking the truth? Being an emperor isn’t easy, unless he meets someone like Xiao Shiqing.”

 

The little prince continued to cry, and neither of the two fathers had much experience in soothing a baby. The wet nurse on the side said, “The little prince must be hungry. I’ll take him away to be fed.”

 

Speaking of feeding… Xiao Shiqing glanced subtly at Zhao Qi’s chest and asked, “Have you noticed anything unusual lately?”

 

“Ah?” Zhao Qi touched his chest. “No, why do you ask?”

 

Xiao Shiqing leaned in and whispered something in his ear. Zhao Qi’s face immediately turned bright red, and he indignantly said, “Get out!”

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled softly. “It was just a casual remark. Don’t be angry, darling.”

 

Zhao Qi was flustered. It would have been fine if Xiao Shiqing hadn’t said anything, but now he couldn’t shake the feeling that those areas seemed a bit… strange.

 

—It’s an illusion, it must be an illusion! He would never accept this kind of setting!

 

Zhao Qi thought about secretly asking Mei Dai about this matter, but then heard Xiao Shiqing say, “Have you decided on the name for the little prince? Still calling him Mengmeng?”

 

“Let’s keep the nickname Mengmeng.” Zhao Qi said, “I’ve called him that so many times during the pregnancy that I can’t change it now. As for his full name, I still need to think about it.”


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Chapter 81 – I'm giving birth. 

Chapter 81 – I’m giving birth. 

 

At that moment, all of Zhao Qi’s previous anxieties, frustrations, and confusion vanished. Since he arrived here, he had never felt as secure as he did now. From now on, he would no longer be alone.

 

Zhao Qi didn’t forget the final ceremony and said seriously, “So we’re together now.”

 

Xiao Shiqing asked, “Aren’t we always together?”

 

“No…” Zhao Qi said, “In any case, you can consider today your coronation ceremony. From now on, we should celebrate this day every year.”

 

“Coronation ceremony,” Xiao Shiqing said with a teasing smile, “Is Your Majesty hinting that we should have a wedding night tonight?”

 

Zhao Qi’s cheeks flushed, “I didn’t mean that!”

 

Xiao Shiqing seemed to ignore him, glancing at his belly, “Your belly is so big now. Aren’t you worried about bumping into the baby?”

 

“…” Is someone from the anti-p0rnography team here? Get the lewd-emperor off me!

 

“I think it’s better to wait until after Your Majesty gives birth to hold the coronation ceremony.”

 

Seeing Xiao Shiqing’s solemn yet still handsome appearance, Zhao Qi felt a bit mischievous. “Can we kiss first?”

 

Xiao Shiqing was momentarily stunned, then smiled, “Sure.”

 

His gaze fell on Zhao Qi’s slightly reddened lips, looking confident, though his Adam’s apple bobbed.

 

Zhao Qi, nervous and unsure where to look, felt his heart race uncontrollably. As he sensed the other person drawing closer, his palms grew sweaty, and he gathered his courage to look up, seeing a face that was blurred with proximity.

 

Xiao Shiqing interlaced their fingers with one hand and held Zhao Qi’s waist with the other, lowering his head to kiss him.

 

It was like savoring a long-desired fine wine; Xiao Shiqing first took small sips, and then, as the pleasure overwhelmed him, he began to drink deeply, their breaths mingling with a warm and intoxicating fragrance.

 

Zhao Qi felt his legs go weak from the kiss, almost unable to stand. Seeing this, Xiao Shiqing released their interlocked fingers and held him firmly in his arms.

 

Zhao Qi, dazed, thought, so this is what it’s like to kiss someone you like… it’s so exhilarating.

 

Before losing complete control, Xiao Shiqing ended the kiss, looking at Zhao Qi’s dazed eyes, and said with a low laugh, “Do you like it, Your Majesty?”

 

Zhao Qi honestly nodded, “I do—can we kiss every day in the future?”

 

Xiao Shiqing lowered his head and kissed him again. “Yes.”

 

On this matter, Xiao Shiqing was true to his word and never went back on it.

 

After another heavy snowfall, as the New Year approached, Zhao Qi began the countdown for unloading.

 

At this time, the factional struggle between the Xiao and Wen families had reached a critical point. Xu Qiu was appointed to oversee all cases related to the two families. After handling several cases, this historically unattractive candidate earned the title of “Evil-faced Shura.”

 

Xu Qiu was sharp, cold, and ruthless, showing no mercy. As soon as he took office, he sentenced several serious crimes to death, the most shocking of which were the bribery case involving Xiao Shiqing’s uncle and the treason case involving the Wen family’s uncle. Both cases had irrefutable evidence with no chance of overturning the verdict, so Xu Qiu, according to the laws of the Great Jing Dynasty, unhesitatingly sentenced them to execution.

 

When the memorials reached Zhao Qi’s court, Zhao Qi asked Xiao Shiqing, “Brother, what about your third uncle…”

 

Xiao Shiqing raised his eyebrows. “Hmm?”

 

“Should I have him executed directly?”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied:“Execute him.”

 

The Wen family’s uncle was the biological brother of Empress Dowager Wen, who had repeatedly petitioned on his behalf, both openly and secretly, but Zhao Qi had turned down all her pleas.

 

“Mother, I can’t help it.” Zhao Qi said, “Now that things have escalated so much, how can I turn a blind eye to the Wen family while executing members of the Xiao family? How would this reflect on me to the people of the world? Moreover, the uncle indeed committed treason, and Xu Qiu is not wronging him.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen had no retort. After a long silence, she could only repeat her previous plea: “But he is still your uncle!”

 

Zhao Qi spread his hands. “A prince’s crime is the same as that of a commoner, not to mention a mere uncle.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen had not anticipated that matters would come to this point. Instead of this, it would have been better not to promote the Wen family from the start. But with no way to retract the bow once drawn, she could only watch her maternal family decline before Zhao Qi’s righteous stance.

 

“Mother, don’t think about it anymore.” Zhao Qi took her hand and said with a hint of reproach, “The divine doctor says I will give birth in a few days. Can you pay more attention to me?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen was not unreasonable. Although she favored her maternal family, she understood great principles. She looked at her son’s bright eyes and sighed, “Fine.”

 

This year’s New Year’s Eve was much quieter than previous years. Zhao Qi, “ill,” had no desire for a banquet, and the ritual was also canceled. After having a reunion dinner with Empress Dowager Wen, he returned to the palace early.

 

The palace, however, was quite lively. Cheng Boyan and Mei Dai were both there, constantly watching Zhao Qi’s belly. Zhao Qi had ordered the imperial kitchen to prepare a feast of fine wines and delicacies for them to celebrate the New Year in the palace.

 

When Zhao Qi returned, they were eating dumplings. Zhao Qi waived their formalities with a smile, saying, “Keep eating, don’t mind me—has the Prime Minister not arrived yet?”

 

Xiao Shiqing had returned to the Xiao family in the afternoon to handle long-overdue family matters and have a meal with his parents. It was about time for him to come back.

 

Just as he finished speaking, the door creaked slightly, and Xiao Shiqing entered with a chill.

 

As soon as Zhao Qi saw him, his eyes lit up. “You’re back.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled, and all the coldness seemed to melt away. “I’ve brought someone for you to play with.”

 

Zhao Qi asked curiously, “Who?”

 

Xiao Shiqing glanced behind him, and Fu Zi stepped forward, carrying someone Zhao Qi was quite familiar with.

 

Zhao Qi looked at the person and then at the stunned Mei Dai, delighted. “Oh!”

 

Mei Chuan hunched his shoulders, trembling, “Pay, pay respects to His Majesty!”

 

Zhao Qi was overjoyed. “Come, let me reintroduce him. The Eastern Sea divine doctor, creator of the male delivery method, and fraudster—Mei Chuan.”

 

Mei Dai closed his eyes and turned away, seemingly unable to watch.

 

“Please spare me, Your Majesty!” Mei Chuan wept bitterly, full of regret, and looked nothing like his previously calm demeanor. “I did not intend to deceive Your Majesty! The male delivery method was something I read in a fake medical book, blame that book!”

 

Zhao Qi sneered, “Do I look that easy to deceive?”

 

“Everything I said was true, please see clearly, Your Majesty!”

 

“Whether intentional or not, you deceived the emperor, and you must face the consequences of deceiving the ruler! Come, drag this fraudulent quack away and—” Zhao Qi grinned sinisterly, “—expand his delivery method.”

 

Mei Chuan’s face turned ashen, and he laughed awkwardly. “I’m not pregnant, so how can there be a delivery method? Your Majesty, you truly jest.”

 

“Who’s joking with you?” Zhao Qi said coldly. “Fu Zi, why are you still standing there? Quickly take him away and administer the punishment.”

 

Fu Zi: “…”

 

Mei Chuan stubbornly said, “If Your Majesty insists on humiliating me, it’s better to just take my head.”

 

“Oh, you think I wouldn’t dare?”

 

Mei Dai could not stand it anymore. Kneeling beside his brother, he pleaded, “Your Majesty is about to give birth. It would be unwise to see blood and risk disturbing the dragon’s offspring. Please show mercy.”

 

Zhao Qi touched his belly. “The dragon’s offspring says she is not afraid of disturbance.”

 

“…” Mei Dai continued, “Your Majesty, my elder brother has accompanied me in medicine for many years. With him here, I’ll have more help, and naturally, there will be more assurance in assisting Your Majesty with the delivery.”

 

At this moment, Xiao Shiqing spoke up, “Spare his life for now.”

 

Since Empress Xiao had spoken, Zhao Qi could not refuse. Besides, he wasn’t truly seeking Mei Chuan’s life; he wanted a more extreme prank, a satisfying revenge to relieve his frustration.

 

Zhao Qi, coldly nodding, “Fine, then—I—” Before he could finish, Zhao Qi frowned and clutched his belly.

 

Xiao Shiqing swiftly supported him. “What’s wrong?”

 

“It… it hurts a bit.”

 

Xiao Shiqing glanced at Mei Dai, who quickly got up and gently placed his hands on Zhao Qi’s rounded belly.

 

Xiao Shiqing calmly asked, “How is it?”

 

Mei Dai’s expression was serious. “Prime Minister, His Majesty is about to give birth. Please carry His Majesty into the delivery room; I am fully prepared.”

 

Xiao Shiqing immediately picked up Zhao Qi and strode towards the inner chamber.

Meidai called out to her elder brother, “Brother.”

 

Meichuan immediately became serious and nodded, saying, “Don’t worry, I understand the gravity of the situation. I won’t hold you back.”

 

Zhao Qi was gently placed on the bed by Xiao Shiqing. By this time, the pain in his abdomen was no longer just a little. He gripped Xiao Shiqing’s arm tightly, his face contorted in agony, and muttered incoherently, “Damn, what kind of earthly suffering is this… Ah, I can’t endure this kind of grievance!”

 

Zhao Qi’s wails were like sharp blades stabbing into Xiao Shiqing’s heart, but he could do nothing about it. He bent down and kissed Zhao Qi’s lips, his voice heavy, “Don’t be afraid, I’ll stay with you.”

 

Zhao Qi was sweating profusely, his long hair sticking to his face. He trembled and said, “Anesthesia… I need anesthesia, sob sob sob—”

 

Xiao Shiqing closed his eyes and turned sharply, asking sternly, “How long will he be in pain?”

 

“Once the baby is out, the pain will stop,” Meidai said. “Please, Prime Minister, step aside. We need to deliver the baby for the Emperor.”

 

The conversation reached Zhao Qi’s ears—was his brother leaving?

 

He struggled to open his eyes, hoping to see Xiao Shiqing once more, only to meet a pair of reddened eyes.

 

For a moment, Zhao Qi forgot the pain. “Brother, don’t cry, this isn’t like you…” Another wave of intense pain struck, and Zhao Qi let out a muffled groan, his nails nearly digging into Xiao Shiqing’s arm.

 

Cheng Boyan urged, “A crowded delivery room isn’t good for the birth. Prime Minister, please leave quickly.”

 

Zhao Qi, weakly, said, “Brother, hurry and go. I’ll do my best…”

 

Xiao Shiqing took a deep breath, his eyes reddening even more, “I’ll wait for you.”

 

On New Year’s Eve, after Zhao Qi endured hours of pain, the little dragon egg finally “hatched.”

 

Hearing the loud cry of the baby, Zhao Qi’s body suddenly relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

 

He slept until noon, and when he woke up, the sunlight dancing outside the window seemed unreal.

 

He had… given birth?

 

“Awake?” Xiao Shiqing sat by the bed, quietly watching him. From his expression, Zhao Qi thought the delivery must have been quite perilous. But in reality, everything had gone smoothly.

 

Zhao Qi silently called out, “Brother.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s heart ached, “Does it still hurt?”

 

Zhao Qi shook his head.

 

Xiao Shiqing bent down and whispered in his ear, “Zhao Qi.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Thank you.”

 

Zhao Qi shyly smiled, “You’re welcome—where’s the baby?”

 

“He’s doing well and has already fallen asleep,” Xiao Shiqing gently stroked Zhao Qi’s brows, “Do you want to see?”

 

Zhao Qi nodded eagerly, his voice hoarse, “Hurry and bring him to me, that’s my little princess!”

 

Xiao Shiqing hesitated, “Actually…”

 

Zhao Qi, weak yet excited, said, “Is she very much like you? She has to look like you to be a great beauty in the future!”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied, “…Bring the dragon egg.”

 

Jiang Dehai brought the sleeping baby forward, smiling, “Your Majesty, would you like to hold him?”

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “Give him to me.”

 

Zhao Qi propped himself up slightly and looked at the little dragon egg in Xiao Shiqing’s arms with great anticipation, but his smile gradually faded. “Hmm…”

 

It seemed, a bit ugly?


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Chapter 80 – I'm in love with him. 

Chapter 80 – I’m in love with him. 

 

Zhao Qi slept very soundly, and Mengmeng was considerate, not causing any disturbance in his belly. He slept until dawn for the first time in a long while.

 

When he woke up, Zhao Qi found himself lying in Xiao Shiqing’s arms, his forehead against Xiao Shiqing’s chin. It was an extremely intimate position, making his heart flutter with excitement early in the morning.

 

Speaking of which, Zhao Qi had slept with Xiao Shiqing before, but back then, he hadn’t realized the difference. To him, sleeping with Xiao Shiqing was no different from sleeping with anyone else, but now…

 

Zhao Qi lifted his eyes and carefully observed the lines of Xiao Shiqing’s jaw, his straight nose, and his stern eyebrows and eyes. The sight made his heart flutter so much that it felt like a fawn not only running wild but also calling out loudly.

 

A deep voice came from above: “Am I not handsome?”

 

Asking such a question was quite shameless, but Zhao Qi decided to give him a face-saving reply, “Handsome—among all the officials and scholars in the court, and all the beauties under heaven, none can compare to the grace of the Prime Minister.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled with his eyes closed, pretending to be modest: “Your Majesty’s praise is too much.”

 

Zhao Qi lay in Xiao Shiqing’s arms for a while and asked, “Have you finished reviewing the memorials?”

 

“Mm.”

 

The piles of memorials were like small mountains, and even Xiao Shiqing would need at least a night to review them. It seemed Xiao Shiqing barely slept last night; after finishing the memorials, he went straight to the dragon bed, which was quite informal.

 

“Keep sleeping,” Zhao Qi said, “I’ll go greet the Empress Dowager and have breakfast with her.”

 

Xiao Shiqing opened his eyes, his deep-set gaze even more enchanting, and said, “The fact that I came to Xuchun Garden must not be known to the Empress Dowager.”

 

Zhao Qi stood up and replied, “Does my brother think I’m a fool? When will you return to the Prime Minister’s residence?”

 

Xiao Shiqing curved his lips slightly in satisfaction. “I won’t be going back.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Does Your Majesty wish to keep a lover in a golden house?”

 

Zhao Qi turned his head to look at him. Xiao Shiqing was lying on the bed, his long hair spread out, his figure graceful and languid but still dignified, giving him a very “official wife” appearance. If it weren’t for Zhao Qi’s own big belly, he might have really felt like he had favored Xiao Huanghou last night.

 

“Then you’d better keep it well hidden, and make sure no one finds out,” Zhao Qi instructed.

 

Xiao Shiqing nodded lightly. “Alright. When you see the Empress Dowager, first apologize, then delegate power. Remember?”

 

Zhao Qi was a bit worried. “Do we really need to proactively stir up factional strife? What if we end up playing with fire and get burned?”

 

“It won’t happen,” Xiao Shiqing said, “I never fail.”

 

As Xiao Jinzi and Jiang Dehai came in to assist Zhao Qi with washing up and dressing, they saw an additional person in the bed and cautiously asked, “Your Majesty, who is the person inside?”

 

Zhao Qi put on a cloak to cover his belly and said, “It’s Xiao Huanghou.”

 

The two exchanged frightened glances, their faces blurring with fear.

 

When they arrived at Empress Dowager Wen’s residence, she still gave Zhao Qi a cold reception. Zhao Qi, following Xiao Shiqing’s instructions, offered various sincere apologies and expressed that managing state affairs while pregnant was truly exhausting, hoping to invite his maternal grandfather, Duke Wen, out of retirement to oversee the cabinet.

 

“Mother, these are the four sets sent by Xiao Shiqing,” Zhao Qi said. “He is currently unwell and cannot leave, so I can only rely on you and grandfather.”

 

The Empress Dowager’s expression softened slightly but she was still displeased. She sneered, “The Wen family is an external family, and cannot bear the reliance of Your Majesty!”

 

Zhao Qi lowered his head submissively. “Mother’s family, my maternal family, how can it be considered external?”

 

“Oh? That’s not what you said yesterday.”

 

“Mother, I am still pregnant and my emotions are unstable. I often speak without thinking, so please don’t hold it against me.”

 

The Empress Dowager furrowed her brows, a trace of concern mingled with her cold tone. “Is the emotional instability serious?”

 

Zhao Qi exaggerated intentionally. “Very serious. Every night, tears have soaked my pillow… Besides this, I had severe morning sickness in the first few months. Whatever I ate, I vomited. Others who are pregnant look glowing and plump, but I, unfortunately, am getting thinner day by day. It’s so pitiful.”

 

Since it was her own son, the Empress Dowager felt genuine sympathy. The sympathy made her forget her anger. “I also had severe morning sickness when I was pregnant with you. I couldn’t eat any meat or fat; I craved sour foods. Your father had to have people pick citrus from Huainan daily and rush it to the capital…”

 

At this point, the mother and son’s conversation changed from a discussion to a lecture on pregnancy knowledge. The Empress Dowager imparted her experiences of pregnancy and childbirth to her son without reservation, while Zhao Qi listened attentively, smiling with embarrassment.

 

Afterwards, Zhao Qi and the Empress Dowager reconciled, and she no longer mentioned the matter of choosing a consort. Zhao Qi led a quiet life in Xuchun Garden, nurturing the baby and keeping his lover in a golden house. Meanwhile, the court was embroiled in turmoil.

 

Although Xiao Shiqing’s dismissal had not been officially announced, it was already causing a stir in the court. Duke Wen took his place, becoming the head of the cabinet, promoting his own trusted officials and demoting Xiao Shiqing’s faction. In no time, the entire court was in a state of panic, with everyone on edge.

 

However, the Xiao family was not to be underestimated. Even without Xiao Shiqing, many key positions in the court were held by Xiao family confidants, including several talented individuals. Initially, they endured in silence, observing the situation, but the Wen family’s overreach forced them to resist. The Xiao family presented all the evidence they had secretly collected over the years about the Wen family’s bribery, corruption, and favoritism, along with the memorials from the Censorate, one by one.

 

The Wen family, being the maternal family of the Empress Dowager, had long been a counterbalance to the Xiao family. Both families had their own dirt on each other, maintaining a balance of power. Now that the balance was broken, neither side would yield, and they were determined to fight to the end.

 

One scandal after another was exposed, making Zhao Qi feel a chill all over. Corruption and bribery were nothing compared to the dark deeds of assassination of political enemies, poisoning court officials, and even treason…

 

Seeing half of it, Xiao Shiqing took the memorial from Zhao Qi’s hands. “Stop looking.”

 

Zhao Qi’s face was pale. “It’s terrifying, even more so than the historical tales in novels.”

 

These dirty affairs were all within Xiao Shiqing’s expectations. Purging the officialdom inevitably led to chaos in the court. Since the time was not ripe before, he had held back. Now, with the southern flood resolved and the northern war not yet erupted, it was the perfect time for him to take action, and also to protect the Empress’s position.

 

“Chaos follows disorder, and order follows chaos,” Xiao Shiqing said. “It won’t be long before the Xiao and Wen families are both defeated, and the people who need to be dealt with will disappear from the court.”

 

Zhao Qi nodded. “I hope so. Brother, with dozens of cases involving the Xiao and Wen families to investigate, who do you think would be best to handle them?”

 

Xiao Shiqing had already considered this for Zhao Qi. “Xu Qiu.”

 

Xu Qiu was the top scholar Zhao Qi had reinstated from the discarded list. He was loyal to Zhao Qi, upright and straightforward, not afraid of authority, and never involved in factional disputes.

Zhao Qi asked, “Isn’t his experience too shallow?”

 

“Experience is built through practice,” came the reply.

 

“Alright, I’ll listen to you.”

 

“Let’s end the discussion about state affairs here,” Xiao Shiqing said, “No more debates on this topic.”

 

Zhao Qi blinked, “Where have you ever seen a minister advising his sovereign to be less diligent?”

 

“You can be diligent after the baby is born,” Xiao Shiqing glanced out the window, “The moonlight is just right. Shall I accompany you to enjoy the moon?”

 

Zhao Qi smiled, “Sure.”

 

Zhao Qi was over eight months pregnant, and his due date was approaching. His belly was so large that he couldn’t see his feet when he looked down, making him worry about giving birth to a burly little princess. Xiao Shiqing helped him to the courtyard, where the soft moonlight poured down like flowing water. It was mid-winter, and the snow from yesterday had yet to melt. The courtyard was bright enough to see clearly without needing a lantern.

 

“Sit down. I’ll have someone bring some snacks,” Xiao Shiqing said.

 

Zhao Qi shook his head, “I’ve been lying or sitting all day, and my backside is getting flat. I want to walk around.”

 

Xiao Shiqing adjusted his fox fur coat, “Alright.”

 

The two of them didn’t walk far; they just wandered around the courtyard. Under the moonlight on this snowy night, Zhao Qi temporarily set aside his troublesome state affairs and took a moment to think about his personal matters.

 

What exactly is the relationship between him and Xiao Shiqing?

 

They were together all day, and Xiao Shiqing also accompanied him at night, but it was only to sleep together, with nothing else happening. It was hard for him to believe that, with the baby about to be born, they still hadn’t formally confirmed their relationship.

 

Xiao Shiqing probably felt there was no need to confirm it—they were already sharing a bed, so what else could it be? But Zhao Qi had a very “traditional” view on relationships; unless there was a proper confession, he didn’t consider them truly together.

 

Xiao Shiqing had seemed to express his feelings for him before, but at that time, Zhao Qi had been too sensitive and suspicious, dismissing Xiao Shiqing’s confession. After that, Xiao Shiqing didn’t mention his feelings again, leaving Zhao Qi without a chance to respond.

 

Zhao Qi’s distracted thoughts didn’t escape Xiao Shiqing’s notice. “What are you thinking about?”

 

…Thinking about when you’ll confess again. Zhao Qi glanced at Xiao Shiqing’s hand resting on his arm, cleared his throat, and said, a bit shyly, “Brother, let’s hold hands.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s lips curled up, “How should we hold hands? Teach me, Your Majesty.”

 

“Just… hold hands,” Zhao Qi’s cheeks turned red, whether from the cold or embarrassment, “The kind where our fingers intertwine.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s long fingers clasped Zhao Qi’s fingertips, “Like this?”

 

Zhao Qi, feeling embarrassed, nodded, “…Yes.”

 

“I’ve learned.”

 

They continued their walk, but with a new posture. The atmosphere was now completely different from before. Earlier, it was the father supporting the child’s other father, and now it was a husband holding his wife’s hand.

 

Zhao Qi hazily wondered what the next step after holding hands would be… a hug? A kiss? Going to bed?

 

Xiao Shiqing walked ahead by half a step and, for some reason, suddenly stopped.

 

Zhao Qi asked, “What’s wrong?”

 

Xiao Shiqing slightly turned his face, which was also quite handsome. He pointed to his heart, “It’s beating a bit fast here.”

 

Zhao Qi froze, his heart racing uncontrollably.

 

“I need to calm down.”

 

“You, you should stop!” Zhao Qi stammered, “The Prime Minister has seen all sorts of situations. How can holding hands make your heart race?”

 

Say it! Hurry up and say it!

 

Xiao Shiqing leaned down and kissed Zhao Qi’s forehead, “I like you too.”

 

Zhao Qi: “…” Too?

 

Xiao Shiqing’s voice was low, almost sighing, “I’ve got you.”


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Chapter 79 – I'm in love with my brother. 

Chapter 79 – I’m in love with my brother. 

 

The shock and surprise arrived with equal abruptness. Empress Dowager Wen’s expression froze, her eyes and the corners of her mouth still lingering with the joy from moments ago. “Qi’er, could you say that again?”

 

Zhao Qi thought it would be more effective to let Empress Dowager Wen touch and see for herself than to keep explaining. He pressed his lips together, looking like a child waiting to be scolded for doing something wrong, and lifted the brocade blanket covering his stomach.

 

The sight of a seven-month pregnant belly caught Empress Dowager Wen completely off guard, leaving her astonished.

 

Having lived for more than half a century, Empress Dowager Wen had never experienced such a shock, to the point where her makeup seemed about to come off. She pointed at Zhao Qi’s belly, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably. “What is this?”

 

Zhao Qi blinked and said, “It’s Mengmeng.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen: “…Who is Mengmeng?”

 

Zhao Qi thoughtfully provided a detailed answer: “She is the child of the Emperor and the Prime Minister, and your granddaughter, Mother.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen’s vision darkened, and she fainted. The last image she saw was Zhao Qi, with a large belly, laboriously moving toward her.

 

“—Mother!”

 

When she woke up again, she saw her son’s face, and Empress Dowager Wen felt a sense of relief, thinking she must have had a nightmare.

 

Zhao Qi’s face was filled with worry and guilt as he smiled obsequiously: “Mother, you’re awake.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen responded with a sound, “Help me up.”

 

As Zhao Qi assisted her, he said, “The Imperial Physician said that you fainted from shock, but there’s nothing serious. You need to rest and learn to control your emotions; you mustn’t get angry again.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen was stunned. Her gaze gradually moved from Zhao Qi’s face down to the protruding belly, and she immediately closed her eyes and turned her head, murmuring, “It’s not a dream, it’s real…”

 

Zhao Qi embraced Empress Dowager Wen’s shoulders, reasoning with her emotionally: “Mother, Mengmeng is my child, your granddaughter, with the Zhao bloodline. It doesn’t matter who carried her; what matters is that she’s part of our family.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen suddenly pushed Zhao Qi away, pointing at his nose with a cold voice: “What exactly is going on? Explain it clearly to me.”

 

Zhao Qi honestly and thoroughly explained everything.

 

After hearing the details, the remaining color drained from Empress Dowager Wen’s face, and she gritted her teeth, saying: “It’s one thing for Xiao Shiqing to covet the throne of Da Jing, but to even lay hands on the Emperor of Da Jing! Such a treacherous villain, I will definitely have him torn to pieces to relieve my hatred!”

 

After such a commotion and a long story, Zhao Qi, feeling tired and sleepy, yawned and said: “That night at the palace banquet was an accident, and both he and I share the responsibility. The act of sleeping was mutual; he slept with me, but it can also be said that I slept with him.”

 

This reasoning was something Zhao Qi had recently come up with, aiming to defend his dignity as a man. In the future, if the little princess asked where she came from, he could confidently tell his daughter that he slept with her father, which led to her birth.

 

Empress Dowager Wen looked at Zhao Qi as if he were a fool, “How did I end up with such an unworthy, shameless son, who was sold and still happily lost money! Can’t you see through Xiao Shiqing’s scheme?”

 

“Oh?”

 

“Xiao Shiqing covets the world but doesn’t want to be labeled a usurper. That’s why he gave you the childbearing medicine, to have you bear him a son. In the future, your son will inherit the throne… Ha, his rule comes too easily, just from a night’s sleep!”

 

Life is not easy; Zhao Qi sighed: “If that’s the case, why did Xiao Shiqing suddenly relinquish power?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen couldn’t make sense of this, saying: “Xiao Shiqing acts in a devious manner, but he must have his reasons for doing this.”

 

“I know his reasons.”

 

“You?” Empress Dowager Wen scoffed mercilessly, “Impossible.”

 

“It’s simple. Xiao Shiqing doesn’t want anyone else to be Empress because he himself wants the position.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen looked at Zhao Qi and said: “Son, what kind of love potion did Xiao Shiqing use on you? Mother knows you’re lustful, but do you really prefer beauty over the throne?”

 

“A child makes choices; as the ruler of a country, of course, I want both.” Zhao Qi spoke firmly while clenching his fist.

 

Empress Dowager Wen remained silent for a moment, then sneered: “I said, how could Xiao Shiqing be willing to give up power? It turns out he has already bewitched you.”

 

Zhao Qi was startled and quickly said: “Mother, that’s not right! I only have a little affection for him; it definitely hasn’t reached the point of being bewitched. Please don’t wrong me!”

 

Empress Dowager Wen gave him a sideways glance, noticing his belly, and asked: “How can you be sure this is a daughter?”

 

Zhao Qi tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said uncertainly: “I forgot. Anyway, everyone seems to assume she’s a princess.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen’s expression was complex, “What on earth have I given birth to?”

 

“Mother,” Zhao Qi held Empress Dowager Wen’s hand, “I know that when I first found out I was pregnant, I didn’t want to keep the child. But for various reasons, the child stayed in my belly longer and one day, she suddenly moved—Mother, do you know what that feeling is like?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen: “…Mm.” How could she not know? When she was pregnant for ten months, each fetal movement was a great joy.

 

“I couldn’t bear to erase her existence.” Zhao Qi said in a coquettish manner, “Mother, please let me give birth to her.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen sighed, “Just a princess. If you want to give birth, then do so. In the future, you can still marry a consort to have someone else bear the imperial sons.”

 

“Uh…” Not wanting to give Empress Dowager Wen too much stimulation at once, Zhao Qi didn’t respond to her, “Then will Mother still need to seize Xiao Shiqing’s military power?”

 

“Seize it,” Empress Dowager Wen said coolly, “Why not take the military power if it’s delivered to us?”

 

Zhao Qi complained, “But I’m still pregnant and can’t handle state affairs alone. The ministers in the cabinet also need someone to make decisions and oversee the overall situation.”

 

“It’s fine. With Mother and your maternal grandfather overseeing, what do you have to worry about?”

 

“…Then it might be better to let Xiao Shiqing continue to sleep with the emperor and make others his vassals.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen was enraged, “What, are you learning from married daughters, turning your elbows outward?”

 

Zhao Qi said lightly: “The Xiao family is an outside family, and so is the Wen family.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen slowly widened her eyes, “You… what did you say?”

 

Zhao Qi didn’t want to repeat such words that harm the mother-son relationship. “Mother, I understand if you want to take this opportunity to reduce power. If you insist, I won’t oppose. I have learned a lot from the Prime Minister, and I will try to handle state affairs myself for now, temporarily not needing others.”

 

Zhao Qi made himself clear enough, and someone as smart as Empress Dowager Wen wouldn’t fail to understand. She said expressionlessly: “I’m tired and want to rest. Please leave, Your Majesty.”

 

“Alright, I’m also tired.” Zhao Qi stood up, “Mother, rest assured and recuperate. I’ll come again tomorrow to pay my respects.”

 

Three days later, Xiao Shiqing fell ill and stayed at home. He sent Fu Zi with a command from the Tianji Camp, the capital city’s Imperial Guards authority, another half of the tiger tally, and the four-piece set of the Prime Minister’s seal.

 

Fu Zi said, “The Prime Minister also said, His Majesty should follow the Empress Dowager’s wishes in all matters and avoid growing distant from her.”

 

“It’s too late,” Zhao Qi said irritably. “My mother is already angry with me.”

 

Fu Zi asked, “What should I tell the Prime Minister about the consequences?”

 

Zhao Qi looked up from the pile of memorials and said angrily, “I handle all the memorials myself. Isn’t that serious enough?”

 

Fu Zi was left speechless.

 

“Have Xiao Shiqing think of a solution quickly. I can hold on for a day or two, but if it goes on any longer, I’ll be exhausted!”

 

That night, Zhao Qi, with his large belly, sat at the desk, eyes tired, yawning continuously, and still forcing himself to deal with the state affairs. When Xiao Shiqing was ill during his southern inspection, Zhao Qi had already been exhausted from handling everything alone for a day or two, feeling as if he wanted to throw himself into the river with the dragon egg. Now, it was even worse. Besides the obvious state affairs, there were also “gossips” from the Tianji Camp, which were far more interesting and lively than the state affairs, like delicious gossip that could be enjoyed as a treat.

 

For instance, Zhao Qiao’s “scandalous history” had reached the ears of the Empress Dowager of Dongying, and Zhao Qiao had not been seen since. It was highly likely that he was locked up in a small dark room. Half a month later, Zhao Qiao even actively sought out the Tianji Camp personnel, begging them to take him back to Dajing, saying that if he didn’t leave soon, he would be forced to bear children for the Empress Dowager of Dongying.

 

Zhao Qi: ?

 

How could a man give birth to children? Zhao Qi wouldn’t believe Zhao Qiao’s words even if his brain was given away. He replied: Let him give birth, and if the child’s surname is Zhao, he can join the Dajing royal family.

 

News also came from the North Border that the Prime Minister’s counter-spy scheme was starting to show results. The Huai King and his strategist Xu Zijing were beginning to have differences, and soon Rong Tang would be able to take their place.

 

Zhao Qi looked puzzled at the name “Rong Tang.” Wasn’t he in Cangzhou? How could he be involved with Zhao Tong? While he was thinking, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him, “What are you so engrossed in?”

 

Zhao Qi paused and didn’t have time to turn around before someone bent down and patted his head. “Let me have a look too, okay?”

 

The faint scent of ink calmed Zhao Qi’s restless heart. He nestled into the newcomer’s hand and said with a hint of grievance, “Why did it take you so long to come?”

 

“One must put on a show,” Xiao Shiqing said as he sat down behind Zhao Qi, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and whispering, “Shall I carry you to bed?”

 

Zhao Qi turned his face, and from Xiao Shiqing’s angle, he could see his long, curled eyelashes. “I’m not sleepy yet. I still need to read the memorials.”

 

“I’ll read them for you.”

 

Zhao Qi deliberately said, “So, it turns out the Prime Minister didn’t come to see me but to read the memorials?”

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled softly, “The two are not mutually exclusive.”

 

“What do you really think?” Zhao Qi asked. “Do you really not want those four items?”

 

Xiao Shiqing patiently explained, “Whether or not I have them makes no difference to me.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I have you.”

 

Zhao Qi was speechless. “At a time like this, you’re still saying these things.”

 

Xiao Shiqing glanced at the memorials on the desk and said nonchalantly, “The Empress Dowager intends to promote the Wen family to suppress the Xiao faction, which is reasonable.”

 

Zhao Qi touched Xiao Shiqing’s forehead. “You don’t have a fever.”

 

Xiao Shiqing took Zhao Qi’s hand and held it in his own. “Faction struggles are both frightening and useful. From your perspective, having the Xiao family dominate is not a good thing. Fortunately, someone else is handling it, which saves me from being justly ruthless.”

 

Zhao Qi was confused. “Aren’t you a member of the Xiao family? Why are you working against them and coming to me?”

 

“You come to me, and I come to you. It works well. So, just follow the Empress Dowager’s wishes, and I’ll handle the rest.” Xiao Shiqing finished reading the memorial and changed the subject, “Rong Tang seems capable. He has managed Xu Zijing’s matter in a few months.”

 

Zhao Qi frowned. “Did you force him to go to the Huai King?”

 

Xiao Shiqing opened another memorial and said lightly, “Everything he did was voluntary.”

 

Zhao Qi sat in Xiao Shiqing’s arms for a while. Sleepiness returned, and his head drooped until it rested on Xiao Shiqing’s shoulder. Seeing this, Xiao Shiqing picked him up and walked slowly to the bed.

 

When Zhao Qi was placed on the bed, he opened his eyes a crack, seemed to be in a daze, and saw Xiao Shiqing smiling faintly.

 

“Your Majesty?”

 

Zhao Qi leaned close to his ear, as if to whisper a secret, “Brother.”

 

The long-lost term of endearment made Xiao Shiqing’s heart tremble. “Hmm?”

 

“I… have fallen in love with Brother.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s chest thudded heavily, and his eyes swirled with emotion.

 

Zhao Qi closed his eyes again and murmured like in a dream, “I’m also pregnant with Brother’s child… Her name is Mengmeng.”

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled softly and kissed Zhao Qi’s forehead. “Can we change her name?”

 

Zhao Qi, half-asleep, said like a kitten, “No, no, she must be called Mengmeng.”

 

“Alright, as you wish.” Xiao Shiqing’s kiss moved to Zhao Qi’s lips. “But for the second child’s name, I’ll choose it. Is that okay?”

 

“Okay…” Zhao Qi said, falling completely asleep.


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Chapter 78 – I'm an unmarried pregnant man, I'm confessing 

Chapter 78 – I’m an unmarried pregnant man, I’m confessing 

 

Xiao Shiqing looked at the still-unaware Zhao Qi and sighed. “If the Empress Dowager comes in person, you can meet her in bed. With the covers on, she won’t be able to see much.”

 

As they had guessed, Empress Dowager Wen hurried to Xuchun Garden the next day. Having not seen each other for months, Zhao Qi missed her, and Empress Dowager Wen’s eyes reddened as soon as she saw him.

 

“You child, how did you get sick just after coming back?” Empress Dowager Wen sat by the bed, holding Zhao Qi’s hand, and examined him from top to bottom. “Fortunately, you haven’t lost much weight. It seems like you’ve even gained a bit.”

 

Zhao Qi gave an awkward smile. “I was planning to recover quickly and pay my respects to Mother, but I didn’t expect you to come and see me first.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen turned to Cheng Boyan. “What illness does His Majesty have?”

 

Cheng Boyan took out the prepared statement. “His Majesty has contracted a rare disease from Eastern Japan. The Prime Minister has invited a divine doctor from Eastern Japan, and the doctor says His Majesty must rest in bed to recover.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen was puzzled. “How could he contract such a rare disease from Eastern Japan?”

 

Zhao Qi gave a hollow laugh. That was something to ask his good cousin.

 

“Rest assured, Empress Dowager. The divine doctor says His Majesty will definitely recover in two months as long as he follows the treatment.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen was distressed. “Two months, indeed.”

 

“Don’t worry about me,” Zhao Qi feigned weakness. “How have you been lately?”

 

“Good, all is good. Originally, I planned to invite distinguished young ladies to the palace for you to see on the Qixi Festival. Who knew you’d fall ill—sigh.”

 

Zhao Qi said embarrassedly, “Mother is still thinking about my marriage.”

 

“Of course, it can’t be delayed. I’m still waiting to hold a grandchild,” Empress Dowager Wen said. “I’m waiting for the grandchild.”

 

Zhao Qi thought to himself that she would be holding one soon, really.

 

“Mother, it’s getting late. You should return to the palace and rest.”

 

“Return to the palace? I’m not going back. I’ll stay here in Xuchun Garden with you.”

 

Zhao Qi: “…” This is trouble.

 

 

Xiao Shiqing was right. It was impossible to keep Empress Dowager Wen in the dark. Instead of continuously lying, it was better to reveal the truth early and get it over with.

 

But how was he supposed to start? He felt like an unmarried girl who had become pregnant and secretly indulged in forbidden fruit. Her parents thought she was still a good girl while her belly grew.

 

Zhao Qi struggled internally, and though he almost spoke several times, he ultimately swallowed his words.

 

Empress Dowager Wen settled into Xuchun Garden and came to visit Zhao Qi every day. Occasionally, she would even personally feed him medicine. Zhao Qi, with tears in his eyes, took the prenatal medicine from her hand, feeling not like he was taking medicine but receiving boundless maternal love, which made him feel even more guilty.

 

By the time Zhao Qi’s belly was over six months along, autumn had gradually arrived, bringing some chill in the mornings and evenings. The fetal movements of the dragon egg became increasingly frequent, and the heavy belly had begun to affect Zhao Qi’s normal life. He often had to get up at night, and his waist ached. Fortunately, Jiang Dehai had a skill in massage and would help him alleviate fatigue whenever he could.

 

Zhao Qi lay on his side on the soft couch, half-closing his eyes to enjoy the pleasant sensation from the massage. Suddenly, a kick from the dragon egg made him frown. “Oh, looks like the little one is awake.”

 

Jiang Dehai asked, “What did His Majesty say?”

 

“I’m talking to the little princess,” Zhao Qi replied, propping his head up with one hand and rubbing his belly with the other. “When will these days end? I really want to get this over with soon.”

 

Some say that taking care of a baby after giving birth is more exhausting than being pregnant, but Zhao Qi wasn’t worried. Xiao Shiqing had already arranged for a wet nurse and a nanny for the little princess. Once the dragon egg was delivered, Zhao Qi would be just like any other father, focusing on playing with and teaching the baby, while others would handle the rest.

 

Jiang Dehai smiled and asked, “Has His Majesty picked a good name for the little princess yet?”

 

Zhao Qi’s face shone with paternal love. “Yes, it’s decided…”

 

At this moment, a voice called from outside, “Your Majesty, Your Majesty—”

 

Zhao Qi’s first reaction was that Empress Dowager Wen had come to see him again. He hurriedly said, “Quick, help me to the bed!”

 

After Zhao Qi lay down on the bed and covered his stomach with a quilt, the voice continued, “The Prime Minister is here.”

 

Zhao Qi breathed a sigh of relief, too lazy to get up again. He threw off the quilt to make it easier for the dragon egg and her father to greet each other.

 

Since Empress Dowager Wen moved to Xuchun Garden, the time Xiao Shiqing and Zhao Qi spent alone had decreased significantly. Xiao Shiqing couldn’t visit when Empress Dowager Wen was around, and his heavy official duties occupied most of his time. Nevertheless, Xiao Shiqing would find an opportunity to visit Zhao Qi every day and share some “good news” about the court that was uplifting.

 

For instance, the southern floods had completely ended, and the people were gradually returning to normal life. Yu Chenshui had indeed proved to be a rare talent in flood control. By guiding the situation, replacing blocking with draining, building dams, and creating channels, he diverted the water into the plains, irrigated the fields, and turned disaster into benefit. It was expected that within a year, the banks of the Huai River would experience a great harvest. The common people’s wallets would be fattened, and the national treasury would receive a large influx of funds. With a well-stocked treasury, they would not fear any future wars.

 

When Xiao Shiqing entered and saw Zhao Qi, the usual coldness he carried from high places softened considerably. “Your Majesty.”

 

Zhao Qi lazily replied, “Oh, the Prime Minister is here—please be seated.”

 

Xiao Shiqing smiled. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

 

Zhao Qi wasn’t done playing the imperial game yet. Not only did he not call Xiao Shiqing “brother,” but he also enjoyed displaying his emperor’s demeanor in front of him. He couldn’t help it; after being repressed for so long, he was eager to savor the role of the emperor while he could.

 

Xiao Shiqing sat down by the bed. “How are you feeling today?”

 

Zhao Qi wanted to say that the seat he granted was a small stool beside him, not his bed, but upon meeting Xiao Shiqing’s gaze, he couldn’t help but answer, “The little princess keeps kicking me, so I couldn’t sleep at all last night. My dark circles are about to show up.”

 

Xiao Shiqing, though concerned, was helpless and merely nodded. “You’ve worked hard.”

 

Zhao Qi was dismissive. “Is that all? Just talking about it?” He had come to understand the most useless of parenting tools—the father of the child.

 

Xiao Shiqing chuckled softly. “What does His Majesty want me to do?”

 

Zhao Qi lowered his head and spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, “I want you to keep me company more.”

 

Xiao Shiqing didn’t catch it clearly at first. “Hmm?”

 

Zhao Qi cleared his throat and turned his face away. “It’s nothing.”

 

Perhaps accustomed to Xiao Shiqing’s company, or maybe because during the later stages of pregnancy, he couldn’t see anyone else and was too bored, Zhao Qi’s daily highlights were mealtime and spending time with Xiao Shiqing.

 

Strangely, when they were together on the dragon boat, he didn’t find Xiao Shiqing particularly special and sometimes even found him a nuisance, wanting to be alone. But now, he felt he could never get enough of Xiao Shiqing.

 

This was, of course, related to Xiao Shiqing’s exceptional appearance, but more so to Zhao Qi’s own state of mind.

 

Zhao Qi asked himself again: Does he like him?

 

Sigh, what’s the point of asking this now that the baby is about to be born?

 

After a while without conversation, Empress Dowager Wen arrived—this time, she was really here. Xiao Shiqing calmly adjusted Zhao Qi’s quilt and rose to greet her.

 

Empress Dowager Wen seemed to be in a good mood. Seeing Xiao Shiqing, she smiled and said, “The Prime Minister is here as well.”

 

Xiao Shiqing replied, “I came to report to His Majesty.”

 

“That’s just right. You can also help the Emperor review these.”

 

Zhao Qi asked, “Review what, Mother?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen turned and said, “Yunxiu, bring them in.”

 

Three eunuchs stepped forward, each carrying several scrolls of paintings. Yunxiu explained, “Since the Emperor is bedridden and the Qiqiao Festival banquet cannot be held, but the important matter of selecting a consort cannot be delayed, the Empress Dowager specially had artists create portraits of each of the noble ladies for His Majesty to review.”

 

Zhao Qi’s heart tightened, and he secretly observed Xiao Shiqing’s expression. Xiao Shiqing looked as calm as usual, as if he had long expected this.

 

Zhao Qi forced a smile. “Mother, I’m a bit tired…”

 

“You don’t have to move. You just need to look at the paintings while lying down. How much effort can that take?” Empress Dowager Wen said, not giving him a choice. “Let’s start with the portrait of the Duke of Wen’s granddaughter.”

 

The scroll was slowly unrolled in front of the bed. Zhao Qi took a glance, covered his eyes, and said, “Oh, my eyes hurt. I’m afraid I can’t see it—”

 

Empress Dowager Wen laughed in exasperation. “Your Majesty, you’re almost twenty years old. How long do you intend to delay?”

 

Zhao Qi peered through his fingers at Xiao Shiqing—was he just silently watching, not saying a word and waiting for him to perform? He was infuriated and decided to stop pretending, putting his hand down and saying, “Mother, I don’t want a consort.”

 

A hint of amusement flashed in Xiao Shiqing’s eyes, but Empress Dowager Wen’s brows knitted tightly. “Nonsense. If you don’t want a consort, what do you want?”

 

Zhao Qi hesitated, “I just don’t want to get married.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen’s expression turned stern. “Qi’er, do you even realize what you’re saying?”

 

Just as Zhao Qi was about to speak, Xiao Shiqing finally spoke up. “The Emperor cannot marry at the moment.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen immediately turned her attention to Xiao Shiqing. “What does the Prime Minister mean by that?”

 

“It’s exactly what the Empress Dowager has heard.”

 

“Didn’t the Prime Minister always support the Emperor’s early marriage?” Empress Dowager Wen asked in confusion. “The list of these noble ladies was even drafted by you.”

 

Though it was not the time, Zhao Qi couldn’t help but feel a bit schadenfreude remembering when Xiao Shiqing was finding him a wife. It seemed like the stone had finally been dropped on his own foot.

 

Xiao Shiqing said, “Times have changed.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen was even more puzzled. “What’s the difference between now and then?”

 

Xiao Shiqing glanced at the person who seemed to be enjoying the spectacle and smiled softly. At that time, he viewed the emperor as a puppet; now, he saw Zhao Qi as his treasure. Today, if the great treasure said he didn’t want to get married, then doing anything to support that was worth it.

 

The reactions of the two could not escape Empress Dowager Wen’s eyes. “What are you two playing at?”

 

“Your Majesty, it’s me who doesn’t want His Majesty to marry,” Xiao Shiqing said, “It has nothing to do with the Emperor.”

 

Zhao Qi was stunned. Was Xiao Shiqing trying to take the blame for everything? Even so, a royal marriage was a major matter. Even if Empress Dowager Wen had all sorts of reservations about him, she would not compromise on this issue. Was Xiao Shiqing’s intelligence suddenly offline?

 

Empress Dowager Wen was silent for a moment and then said, “You all leave.”

 

The palace maids and eunuchs withdrew, leaving only the three of them. Empress Dowager Wen said, “There are no outsiders here now. Shiqing, you may speak your true intentions to me—why don’t you want His Majesty to establish an empress?”

 

Zhao Qi thought Xiao Shiqing was going to reveal that he had his dragon egg. He couldn’t help but blame him for not consulting him first. Wasn’t this completely ignoring his opinion again? To his surprise, Xiao Shiqing calmly said, “No particular reason. I simply don’t want to.”

 

Not only Zhao Qi but even Empress Dowager Wen was stunned. “So you’re just… making a fuss?”

 

Xiao Shiqing didn’t confirm or deny it.

 

Empress Dowager Wen’s anger was already uncontrollable. She slapped the table hard and was about to question him, but Xiao Shiqing spoke first.

 

“I am willing to relinquish the Heavenly Secret Camp’s command, the capital’s Imperial Guards’ authority, one half of the imperial token, and the prime minister’s seal, as long as the Empress Dowager does not force His Majesty to choose an empress.”

 

The matter was so unexpected that both mother and son thought they had heard wrong.

 

The Heavenly Secret Camp’s command, the capital’s Imperial Guards’ authority, the imperial token used to mobilize armies, and the prime minister’s seal—these four were the greatest chips Xiao Shiqing held. Without any one of them, his power would face significant constraints, yet Xiao Shiqing was willing to give them all up.

 

In Zhao Qi’s view, Xiao Shiqing and “power” were intertwined. As long as he wanted, he could easily seize the Zhao family’s throne. His delay in taking action was merely because he enjoyed manipulating things behind the scenes more than holding a nominal position. 

 

Xiao Shiqing was a powerful minister, a figure that the royal family both feared and couldn’t do anything about. What would happen if such a powerful figure returned power to the royal family was something Zhao Qi could easily imagine.

 

Xiao Shiqing was basically abandoning his own life!

 

Zhao Qi quickly came to his senses and said with a smile, “Prime Minister, are you joking with me?”

 

“I am not joking,” Xiao Shiqing said with a faint smile. “Your Majesty, without these, I can properly uphold the way of the ruler and minister.”

 

Zhao Qi was agitated. “Xiao Shiqing!”

 

Empress Dowager Wen slightly parted her lips. “Qi’er, let the Prime Minister continue.”

 

“The things I wanted to say are all said,” Xiao Shiqing said. “Please make your decision, Empress Dowager.”

 

“Mother, you can’t really agree to this, can you?!” Zhao Qi shouted.

 

Empress Dowager Wen did not answer directly but said, “This matter needs to be discussed with His Majesty. You return to the Xiao residence and wait for news. I heard that you haven’t been back since your southern tour. Your mother must be missing you.”

 

Xiao Shiqing nodded slightly. “I obey the decree.”

 

After Xiao Shiqing left, Zhao Qi immediately said, “Mother, you…”

 

“Qi’er,” Empress Dowager Wen interrupted him with a grave expression, “Has something happened between you and Xiao Shiqing?”

 

Zhao Qi instinctively said, “No, nothing happened.”

 

“Then what is he really… Forget it. If he is truly relinquishing power, it’s a great thing for the Zhao family,” Empress Dowager Wen’s eyes shone with light. “In the future, with you in control, our mother-son duo won’t have to depend on others.”

 

Zhao Qi said awkwardly, “I don’t really have to depend on Xiao Shiqing’s mood right now.” On the contrary, it was Xiao Shiqing who had to pay more attention to his mood.

 

Empress Dowager Wen grew more excited as she thought about it. “You can take this opportunity to promote your maternal family, build your own power, and thoroughly suppress the Xiao family so they’ll never recover!”

 

“But, isn’t Xiao Shiqing doing quite well as the prime minister?”

 

“That’s exactly the problem. He’s too competent, and that’s the trouble,” Empress Dowager Wen said, clutching her handkerchief. “This can’t be delayed. What if Xiao Shiqing suddenly regains his senses and changes his mind? I’ll summon your maternal grandfather to the Xu Chun Garden to discuss this matter with him!”

 

“…” Mother, you’re forcing me into this!

 

The dragon egg in his belly moved again, and Zhao Qi, enduring the discomfort, said, “But Mother, I already have his child. I’ve even named him, Meng Meng.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen: “……?”


T/N: There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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