Jing Le practiced his sword thrusts in the courtyard while Lin Hangyu went out to train with his sword at the scheduled time, leaving Jing Xiao Yun sitting on the bed, playing with the wooden toys Lin Hangyu had carved for him. The bed was surrounded by a fence, so there was no worry of the child falling off.

When no one was around for him to act spoiled to, Jing Xiao Yun was especially well-behaved, obediently amusing himself with the wooden toys.

After practicing fiercely and sweating for an hour, Jing Le was just about to stop and go inside for a drink when he suddenly saw someone enter through the courtyard gate—it was Ye Mao, the chief eunuch who served in Jing Ye’s palace.

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Ye Mao smiled and said, “Greetings to the young prince’s heir.”

“Ye Gonggong.” Jing Le nodded as he sheathed his sword. Despite his young age, he had learned to maintain a serious expression that resembled an ice block from his teacher, but his young face lacked confidence when trying to look serious, causing the palace attendants nearby to suppress their laughter.

Ye Mao stepped aside to let Jing Ye enter. Jing Le straightened and greeted, “Paying respects to Your Majesty.”

Jing Ye walked over with a smile, ruffling Jing Le’s slightly sweaty hair: “What is Yun’er doing?”

“He’s playing with the toys teacher made for him,” Jing Le replied somewhat awkwardly. His father passed away early, and he rarely experienced such casual, affectionate actions from his elders. Lin Hangyu never touched the top of his head and rarely held his hand.

When Jing Ye entered the room, Jing Xiao Yun looked up, immediately tossing his toy aside and reaching for an embrace: “Uncle!”

Jing Ye worried that he might fall from the railing if he reached out too forcefully, so he quickly picked him up, sitting beside the bed and rubbing his face to make him laugh.

Outside, the palace maids took out the snacks they had brought. Ye Mao smiled at Jing Le and said, “These were made by Lu Gongzi himself; they taste wonderful. The prince’s heir, please have a try.”

Jing Le firmly refused: “No need. My teacher says eating pastries isn’t good for the teeth.”

“You can’t believe everything your teacher says.” As Jing Ye exited the room, he picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into Jing Le’s mouth, saying, “He certainly didn’t tell you that pastries taste better than rice.”

The taste of the pastry was fragrant, sticky, and sweet, filling Jing Le’s cheeks.

He thought to himself: I’m not eating this, I’m not eating this, I’m not eating this… and then he chewed a few times, reluctant to swallow it so quickly.

Jing Ye watched him while smiling, and sensing something, turned back and said, “Mr. Lin.”

Jing Le, startled, swallowed it all in one go, letting out a little “burp.”

Lin Hangyu turned his gaze to Jing Le, then back to Jing Ye, saying, “I have something to discuss with Your Majesty.”

Jing Ye had somewhat guessed the topic and gestured for them to speak inside.

Once Ye Mao took Jing Xiao Yun out, Jing Ye asked, “Is what you want to discuss related to the appointment of an empress?”

Lin Hangyu replied, “If Your Majesty is determined to appoint an empress, please return Jing Yun to the Xiaoyi Pavilion.”

Jing Ye asked, “Just because you say to return him, zhen should return him?”

Lin Hangyu said, “An old friend has entrusted me with this. I must not go against it.”

Jing Ye spoke bluntly: “Why don’t you go ask Yun’er if he wants to stay with zhen, or with his teacher, who can’t even hold a child.”

Lin Hangyu: “…”

Jing Ye met Lin Hangyu’s icy gaze and sighed, saying, “You need not worry. I am determined never to appoint an empress in this lifetime; Yun’er is the only heir to the throne.”

Lin Hangyu responded, “Empty words mean nothing.”

Jing Ye laughed: “How is it not credible? Zhen prefers men, so zhen won’t have children with any women.”

Lin Hangyu fell silent and merely continued to stare at Jing Ye.

Jing Ye felt uneasy under his gaze, thinking: Can such things really be assessed with just an eye?

The other man quickly averted his gaze and said, “I will trust you for now.”

For now? That is my precious nephew; if one day you decide to take him away, will I really be helpless? Does the emperor lack a few expert masters to deal with you?

Jing Ye was indifferent to this thought and walked out, casually pinching another piece of pastry and stuffing it into Jing Le’s mouth.

Jing Le glanced at his expressionless teacher and swallowed with teary eyes.

The imperial decree had been issued, and the selection of candidates was set to begin. Typically, the Ministry of Revenue would send out notices to collect registries of suitable girls of marrying age from each region, which would then be scrutinized before entering the palace—this process was quite complicated.

However, this time, since it was for the empress selection, Jing Ye’s method simplified things significantly. Noble families and local gentry would recommend virtuous and talented young women of noble birth to enter the palace for the emperor’s selection, with a limited number of slots available.

Although the emperor’s preference for men was well known, he had changed from being tyrannical and foolish like he had been two years prior, instead taking a more streamlined approach reminiscent of his predecessor, while also exuding a youthful charm. For these girls from prominent families, raised with a haughty demeanor, being selected as an empress or consort was a path they had known they would take since childhood, and it presented a great opportunity.

Lin Min stood by the painting table, initially sketching a few hibiscus and daylilies, but then her hand wandered to draw the man she had seen that day.

Her close maid cautioned her softly, “My lady, you’re going to enter the palace, either as an empress or as a consort…”

Lin Min regarded her painting and said, “I know I’m going to enter the palace, either as an empress or as a consort.”

Seeing her demeanor, the maid sighed internally and stopped persuading her.

Lin Min made an effort to remember the man’s clothing, demeanor, and features, just as she was about to finely sketch it out when she suddenly heard her maid call: “Madam.”

Both young lady and maid were startled. Lin Min quickly turned around, while the maid swiftly used a paperweight to press the small sketch down.

Lady Feng glided into the inner chamber gracefully and asked, “What are you doing?”

Lin Min replied, “There was nothing to do all day, so I sketched a few paintings to ease some boredom.”

Lady Feng seemed to have heard a joke: “Nothing to do? In a few days, there will be a flower banquet at Ronghua Pavilion. All the noble families with daughters waiting to marry in the capital have been sent invitations, including the officials who will oversee the selection, as well as painters to present their beauty to the His Majesty. Aren’t you going to think about what kind of makeup His Majesty prefers, what colors he likes, instead of just idly painting?”

Lin Min bit her lip and said, “His Majesty favors men, so how could he like women’s makeup?”

Lady Feng said, “Fool! Knowing full well His Majesty doesn’t favor heavy makeup, you should choose lighter colors. Sitting here doing nothing, do you think just relying on beauty will let you win? You must know that there are many noble girls competing, not to mention the youngest daughter of the Gu family, who has a brother in the palace enjoying the emperor’s favor and is not that much behind you in terms of advantages.”

Lin Min lifted her head and said, “Didn’t you say that Lin Xiaosheng is of lowly origin and unworthy to be called my eldest brother?”

Lady Feng placed her hand on Lin Min’s cheek and softly replied, “Indeed. Not just because he is of lowly status, but because he never considered himself a member of the Lin family, and he doesn’t view you as his sister.”

When Jing Ye woke up from his afternoon nap, Gu Hong was sitting next to him, dressed and reading a letter.

Jing Ye sat up, sleepily glancing at the letter: “Whose is it?”

Gu Hong helped tidy Jing Ye’s loosened collar and smiled, “This subject’s father is urging my youngest sister to participate in the selection. She wrote to ask this subject to come back to help her.”

Jing Ye quickly became awake, amused and said, “What does your family have to do with this?”

Gu Hong flicked the letter, saying, “She’s about to reach marrying age and is quite wild, running around everywhere. This subject and my brothers have spoiled her too much, and this time this subject will take the opportunity to rein her in a bit.”

Jing Ye gave him a sidelong glance and chuckled, “Does she not have anyone she fancies? Let her tell zhen, and zhen will issue a decree to marry her off.”

Gu Hong put down the letter and said, “A monarch’s promise is invaluable; once spoken, it cannot be retracted.”

Jing Ye replied, “Zhen has not retracted anything.”

Gu Hong reached out and adjusted Jing Ye’s collar again: “Then why, last night, did Your Majesty agree to allow only this subject to keep you company at night, yet now there are two more added?”

Jing Ye: “…” Was this something he could control?!

Two days later, it was time for the flower banquet at Ronghua Pavilion.

The Gu family was in havoc, stirred up by the eldest young lady, Gu Mei. Meanwhile, in the Lin residence, Lin Min changed into a willow-yellow skirt custom-made by Yanxi Pavilion, complementing her fair skin, holding a sandalwood fan, with a hibiscus hairpin angled at her side, exuding grace and charm.

Lady Feng personally fastened a pair of silver qilins at her waist, smiling, “Embroidered satin dresses in late spring, adorned with golden peacocks and silver qilins. I hope, after entering the palace, you will be as favored as the beautiful Consort Yang of the former dynasty, enjoying immense love and a bright future.”

Lin Min smiled and said, “Thank you, Mother.”

Maidservants surrounded her as she stepped into a small sedan chair at the entrance of the residence, while Lady Feng entered another sedan chair.

Arriving precisely on time at Ronghua Pavilion, Lady Feng led her into the expansive peach orchard in the back garden, where indeed there were aristocrats and noble ladies, chatting and laughing, with maidservants going around serving fruits and delicacies.

Lin Min followed her mother and exchanged pleasantries with the other ladies when she noticed two girls sitting by a brocade table under a peach tree, each accompanied by their personal maid, both strikingly beautiful.

Lady Feng leaned in and whispered, “Those are the daughters of the Gu and Yang families. If you are interested, you can go introduce yourself.”

Lin Min lowered her head and replied, “Yes.”

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Just as she was about to step forward, she suddenly saw one of the girls stand and look in a direction, so she followed her gaze and turned her head.

There, emerging from the thick peach blossoms, was a person dressed in red silk with a silver crown, gently waving a fan, exuding an elegant charm.

The man glanced over with a smile in his eyes, coincidentally meeting her gaze.

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Lin Xiao Dun’s words struck a nerve with Jing Xiao Yun, causing his tears to flow uncontrollably. The palace attendants hurriedly sent someone to summon Jing Ye.

Jing Ye had just finished his lunch and was about to take a nap when he heard from the attendants and rushed to the side hall to check on the situation.

Lin Xiao Dun was crying vigorously when he suddenly heard the palace maids greeting, “Your Majesty.” He peeked out from behind his hand, seeing the maids part the curtains as someone dressed in a black and red brocade robe embroidered with a dragon entered.

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That person was very handsome, although not quite as good-looking as his older brother. 

Jing Ye bent down to look at Jing Xiao Yun and asked, “Yun’er, why are you crying?”

Seeing him arrive, Jing Xiao Yun stretched out his arms, wanting to be held. 

With a strong lift, Jing Ye picked him up and held him in his arms, saying, “Yun’er, you are a boy; you can’t always want your uncle to carry you, you know?”

Jing Xiao Yun pouted, using his chubby hands to wipe away his tears. 

Jing Ye glanced at Lin Xiao Dun, who was looking up at him, and gently asked, “Tell Uncle, why are you crying?”

Jing Xiao Yun replied, “I don’t want an empress, I don’t want little brothers and sisters.”

Jing Ye furrowed his brows and turned to the attendants: “Who mentioned the matter of appointing an empress to the prince?”

The head palace maid stepped forward and bowed, saying, “We dare not say much; it might be that little Lin Gongzi heard something from other palace servants.”

Lin Xiao Dun immediately shouted, “I didn’t mishear! The palace maids told me on the way here!”

Jing Ye turned to look at him, and Lin Xiao Dun, feeling a bit intimidated, still held his ground and made eye contact.

Jing Ye chuckled, tightening his embrace around Jing Xiao Yun as he said, “Yun’er, don’t listen to them; Uncle won’t marry an empress.”

Jing Xiao Yun looked at him and wrapped his arms around his neck, saying, “I’ll listen to Uncle, don’t marry an empress.”

Jing Ye rubbed his tender cheek and smiled, “Okay.”

Jing Xiao Yun then glanced at Lin Xiaodun and said, “I don’t want him either!”

Lin Xiao Dun immediately wilted.

After some thought, Jing Ye agreed, “Alright then. You haven’t seen your teacher and older brother for a while; how about going to the Xiaoyi Pavilion to stay with your teacher for a few days?”

Jing Xiao Yun bit his finger and hesitated, “I want Uncle…”

Jing Ye coaxed him, “Uncle will come to see you every day, okay?”

Jing Xiao Yun looked at him and nodded, then giggled.

Jing Ye placed him back on the bed and patted Zhao Yue’s head. Accompanied by the palace attendants, he then rose to return to his sleeping quarters.

Ye Mao followed him closely, saying, “Your Majesty, someone came to report during lunch that Lu Gongzi has arrived at the northern gate of the capital and is currently on his way to the palace.”

Jing Ye’s brows raised slightly: “He’s back?”

Lu Baizang was riding slowly on a crowded street, accompanied by his trusted aides. As they passed a shop, one of the attendants suddenly said, “Villa Master, look…”

Lu Baizang glanced over, raising an eyebrow: “Madam Lin?”

It wasn’t the shop that stood out, but the sedan chair surrounded by servants in front of it.

Though it was just a common two-person sedan, a closer look at the intricately carved designs on the sedan’s body, in combination with the dark gold and fine pattern wood, showed that only exceptional craftsmen could create such work. The wood used for the entire sedan was made from the fragrant wood that affluent families used for making tables and chairs—a rare material. 

Such a sedan would likely only be afforded by the wealthy head of the Lin family. Although Lady Feng, as the widow of old Mr. Lin, couldn’t yet hold the head’s position, she had inherited almost all of old Mr. Lin’s estate and naturally had the right to use this sedan.

The Lu Villa had business dealings with the Lin family, and Lu Baizang was certainly aware of Madam Lin’s cunning nature.

After studying it for a moment, Lu Baizang laughed softly: “If Lady Feng has personally come to the capital to offer silk, there must be something going on.”

One attendant cautiously approached, weighing the news he had received from below to report it to him.

Upon hearing it, Lu Baizang’s brows furrowed: “Appointing an empress?”

The attendant replied carefully, “Master, should we go to the Lu residence first?”

Lu Baizang tightened the reins and urged his horse forward: “No need, head directly to the palace!”

Meanwhile, in the shop, Lin Min emerged, surrounded by maidservants. She was there on behalf of Madam Lin to inspect the family’s properties.

Amidst the common folk, her close maid had already placed a veil over her face, just as she was about to step into the sedan when she suddenly heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats.

Having grown up deep in the inner courtyard, her curiosity finally got the better of her, and she lifted a bit of her veil to look out.

She saw a man in his late twenties riding his horse, who inadvertently glanced over in this direction.

He was accompanied by two or three attendants, wearing a silver crown to tie back his hair, dressed in a deep teal cloak with silver embroidery, exuding an air of nobility. What was most striking was his handsome features, with a smile in his eyes—his appearance was above average but with an alluring charm that elevated him.

Lin Min froze, finding that none of the noble offspring she had met with her mother could compare to this man.

Noticing that she had stopped moving, the maid quickly took her hand and whispered, “My lady.”

Lin Min returned to her senses and hurriedly covered up, saying, “Let’s return home.”

Even after she boarded the sedan, her thoughts were still in disarray; she couldn’t help but peek outside, but the thick drapery blocked her view.

Jing Ye was at the imperial study reviewing memorials until dinner time. As he returned to the palace, Ye Mao casually remarked, “Your Majesty, Lu Gongzi just sent someone to inform me that it’s late, and he will stay in a residence outside the palace for the night, coming in tomorrow morning.”

“Oh.” Jing Ye paused slightly and added, “Zhen remembers he made zhen a pastry once. What was it called…?”

Ye Mao suggested cautiously: “Was it creamy cheese? Coconut cups? Or whipped lotus cake?”

Jing Ye replied, “Whipped lotus cake—do we have that in the palace?”

Ye Mao smiled: “Those are seasonal pastries, so naturally, the palace chefs can make them.”

Jing Ye said, “Then after dinner, have them send some up.”

Ye Mao responded, “Yes.”

After dinner, indeed there were pastries. Jing Ye tasted them and could not help but admit that, compared to a certain someone’s creations, the imperial kitchen’s pastries felt a bit bland in his mouth.

Gu Hong was at Qingyu Pavilion, where Lin Xiaosheng was reconciling accounts. Jing Xiao Yun had been sent to Xiaoyi Pavilion, leaving the other two children to sleep soundly. It was unusually quiet that night.

After washing up, Jing Ye entered his inner chamber. As he lifted the bed curtain and was about to sit down, he suddenly became alert: “Who’s there?”

Just then, a familiar figure suddenly hugged him and pushed him down onto the bed, using a tone that was half complaining, half sulking to say, “How can Your Majesty eat someone else’s food after trying my cooking?”

The next morning, the emperor rose on time, bearing dark circles under his eyes.

The palace attendants entered with silver basins for rinsing. Seeing the handsome man with disheveled hair leaning closely to the emperor, whispering into his ear, they averted their eyes and ears, standing at a distance.

Jing Ye felt his lower back ache, already knowing without looking that beneath his collarbone, there were marks on his neck that could not be described. Lu Baizang, who had benefited and was now acting coy, was pushed away by Jing Ye. Turning to the palace attendants, he said, “Why are you still standing there? Time waits for no one!”

The attendants hurriedly bowed and came forward to help him change clothes and cleanse his face.

During that day’s morning court, more and more officials raised the issue of appointing an empress. Conversely, there were those who believed this matter could be deliberated at a later time, alongside a neutral group that preferred to muddy the waters, making the court increasingly lively.

In fact, many officials did not support the idea of appointing an empress. It was clear that the emperor preferred men over women; just looking at Prime Minister Gu’s son was evidence of that. He not only often accompanied the emperor but also did not shy away from participating in political discussions. With the Gu family’s reputation in play, who would dare to stir up trouble?

Jing Ye patiently listened to the heated arguments below, then called out: “Everyone.”

The court fell silent immediately.

Jing Ye considered for a moment and said, “Zhen has been thinking day and night about Minister Fang’s suggestion the other day, which does hold some merit. The matter of appointing an empress must be put on the agenda.”

At his words, the officials who supported the appointment eagerly proclaimed, “Your Majesty’s wisdom is evident!”

Jing Ye said, “If that is the case, then zhen invites the ministers, all noble families and local gentry to recommend worthy young ladies to enter the palace, from whom I shall personally select amongst.”

Was it decided just like that?

The officials exchanged glances. Just then, the left and right prime ministers, who had been dozing off, stepped forward and bowed, saying, “This subject humbly obeys your command.”

Realizing what had just been declared, the rest of the officials bowed in agreement: “We humbly obey your command!”

Once the imperial decree was issued, it was announced to the world.

Of course, the first to be informed were the three present gongzi in the palace, followed by the Hanlin Academy, then to the southwestern city of Bixue, and even to the ears of the little lord of Pingyue City, who was captured by the old lord and imprisoned in the dungeon.

In the Xiaoyi Pavilion, news was brought by the attendants delivering lunch. Jing Le, always keeping his sword strapped to his back, looked at his younger brother, who was sound asleep after lunch, and worriedly asked, “Teacher, His Majesty agreed not to marry an empress, right? He won’t go back on his word, will he?”

The man, resting with his eyes closed, replied, “Your heart is restless.”

Jing Le said, “This student is worried. If an empress truly comes into the palace, will Yun’er be bullied?”

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Lin Hangyu advised, “When your heart is turbulent, it’s best to practice your sword skills. Go out and practice sword thrusts for an hour.”

“…Yes.” Jing Le bit his lip, stood up, and glanced at his teacher, who remained still like a mountain, dressed in white with black hair.

He carried his sword to the courtyard, drew the wooden sword, took a deep breath, and forcefully slashed downward.

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Jing Ye almost fled back from the court. Upon entering the sleeping quarters, he saw Gu Hong, who was playing chess with himself under the window, looking up with a smile and saying, “This subject has heard that Your Majesty intends to appoint an empress?”

Jing Ye: “…”

He asked the palace maids to help him change out of his formal court attire while saying, “Zhen has appointed you to oversee the Qingyu Pavilion, is it so you could listen in on what zhen is doing every day?”

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As the maids brought him a loose-fitting casual outfit, Jing Ye waited for them to hang the jade pendant at his waist before sitting down by the chessboard. Ye Mao brought over a cup of strong tea for him to refresh himself.

As Jing Ye sipped tea and watched Gu Hong play chess, he saw that the situation on the board had reached a deadlock—both sides were in a life-and-death struggle.

He often learned to play chess with Gu Hong and Lin Xiaosheng, but no matter how good the teacher is, they couldn’t save a hopeless student.

Finding the game interesting, Jing Ye couldn’t help but pick up a black piece and set it down on the board.

Gu Hong said, “If you play there, you’ll lose.”

Jing Ye replied, “Then I’ll play here.”

Gu Hong continued, “You’ll still lose.”

Jing Ye said, “Then I’ll change it to this one.”

Gu Hong decisively stated, “You’ve lost.”

Jing Ye: “…”

Silently, he tossed the piece back into the bowl. Gu Hong looked at him and placed a black piece on the board, and the two sides again fell into a standoff. He then remarked, “Lord Fang has made a suggestion that didn’t go well, and he will definitely bring it up again tomorrow. How will Your Majesty respond?”

Jing Ye replied irritably, “Instead of thinking about how to handle the floods and bandits, he comes to meddle in zhen‘s family affairs.”

Gu Hong made another move and laughed lightly: “Has Your Majesty never considered that there might be a reason for this?”

Jing Ye had certainly thought of it. Lkrd Fang, the Minister of Personnel, had a leisurely job but had chosen to raise an issue in front of the emperor—he surely had something in mind.

Minister Fang was usually not one to speak boldly in court. He was not one to act without ulterior motives. If Jing Ye were truly to appoint an empress and chose a daughter from a certain family that had connections to Minister Fang…

Jing Ye snapped back to reality, sipping tea: “Has anything been uncovered in the pavilion?”

Gu Hong replied, “There are a few lines in the records. A relative of the Feng family from Jiangnan is indeed the maternal family of Madam Fang.”

Jing Ye immediately understood—so Madam Fang and Madam Lin are cousins?

Alright, he got it.

Gu Hong smiled, “I believe Lin Gongzi will have something to say to Your Majesty soon.”

Jing Ye fiddled with the teacup: “What could he possibly say? Is he going to offer zhen his sister to be the empress?”

Gu Hong reached out and touched the corner of Jing Ye’s eye: “Your Majesty is not pleased?”

Jing Ye felt a slight tickle from his touch and involuntarily blinked, his eyelashes brushing against Gu Hong’s fingers, making the act strangely ambiguous.

Gu Hong said, “Though everything in the palace is orderly and there really is no need for an additional empress, if Your Majesty wishes to choose someone from the harem, it’s still feasible.”

Jing Ye, with a flat expression, locked eyes with Gu Hong, who was smiling like a spring breeze.

T__T Was this self-recommendation?

Regardless of any transaction, as long as Lady Feng was keen to conclude it, she would display her sincerity, no matter how much she hated the other party.

Upon returning to the Lin family’s residence in the capital, she immediately ordered someone to send the seal of Yanxi Pavilion into the palace.

The seal served merely as a symbol; once the deal was settled, they would proceed with the promised transfer.

The Lin family’s silk and embroidery business dominated both Jiangnan and Jiangbei, comprising almost thirty percent of the Lin family’s wealth. Giving away thirty percent of the family’s assets would inevitably tempt Lin Xiaosheng.

In fact, the Lin family had already split into two factions—one aligned with her, who inherited the family business, and the other to Lin Xiaosheng, who controlled the Qingyu Pavilion. Though she held a large estate, as the widow of old Mr. Lin, it would be difficult to command respect, while Lin Xiaosheng had the backing of imperial authority.

Thus, she aimed to send her daughter into the palace. Even if she couldn’t secure the position of empress, having her as a consort by the emperor’s side would allow her to restrain Lin Xiaosheng’s actions.

She was not worried about her daughter failing in the palace; after all, the Qingyu Pavilion had survived thus far thanks to the immense financial resources of the Lin family.

The messenger soon returned, reporting that Lin Gongzi had accepted the seal but had one condition.

“Lin Gongzi said he heard that the mistress brought the young master to the capital and hopes she can send the young master into the palace to be raised by his side, with no need to return to the Lin family in the future.”

Lady Feng raised an eyebrow, saying, “Did he say anything else?”

The messenger replied, “Nothing further.”

Lady Feng said, “Then let’s go along with his wishes. Tomorrow morning, send Dun’er into the palace.”

Sitting beside her, Lin Xiaosheng’s elder sister, Lin Min, asked, “Mother, are we really sending little fourth brother over like that?”

Lady Feng glanced at her: “What’s the problem? He’s not your biological brother. Trading him for your position as empress is quite worth it.”

“Mother makes a good point.” Lin Min nodded, the candlelight reflecting on her fair and delicate skin, truly highlighting her exquisite beauty famous in Jiangnan.

The next day during the morning court, the officials once again raised the matter of appointing an empress. Jing Ye withstood the discussion until it was time to dismiss the court; after deliberating, he ordered Ye Mao to take him to Lin Xiaosheng’s quarters.

The palace attendants quickly relayed the message, and Jing Ye entered to find incense burning on the table, the pearl curtains slightly swaying, and the surroundings quiet with no one in sight.

Just as Jing Ye prepared to head deeper inside, someone suddenly called out from behind, “Your Majesty.”

Startled, Jing Ye turned to see Lin Xiaosheng standing there, wearing the glasses he had given him, with a few strands of hair having loosened and falling down, giving him a more relaxed appearance than when outside.

Ye Mao instructed the palace attendants to bring tea. Lin Xiaosheng invited Jing Ye to sit on the couch he usually occupies, adjusted the incense in the burner, and added some calming fragrance.

Jing Ye sat watching Lin Xiaosheng as he added ingredients to the incense burner, feeling that this person seemed more lively than in their previous interactions.

When the tea was brought in, Jing Ye took a sip and placed it on a small table of fine wood, saying, “Zhen thought you had something to say to zhen.”

Lin Xiaosheng replied, “Yes.”

Jing Ye lightly snorted, “Then speak.”

Lin Xiaosheng said, “This subject wants to raise a child in the palace, and hopes Your Majesty can grant me this favor.”

Jing Ye exclaimed, “Ah?”

Lin Xiaosheng, “Does Your Majesty not allow this?”

Jing Ye said, “Ah… no, wait. Where did this child come from?”

Lin Xiaosheng replied, “This subject’s youngest brother.”

Jing Ye asked, “The child who came to the capital with Lady Feng?”

Lin Xiaosheng affirmed, “Yes. He is a son of a concubine; his birth mother once did me a favor, so I wish to take him out of the Lin residence to repay that kindness.”

Jing Ye understood now. If this child were raised in the Lin family, with Lady Feng’s cunning, he might end up sold off one day. But in the palace, being close to the emperor might grant him a brighter future. 

Conversely, Lin Gongzi wasn’t simply one to act out of kindness; thus his concern for this boy must stem from significant gratitude.

Jing Ye readily answered, “That’s perfectly fine. He can stay by Yun’er’s side, and when he reaches the appropriate age for schooling, he can be a companion to the prince.”

From an inconspicuous concubine’s child to the future crown prince’s companion—this debt would certainly be repaid cleanly.

Lin Xiaosheng’s gaze softened: “This subject thanks Your Majesty for your grace.”

Jing Ye made a noncommittal sound, glancing at Lin Xiaosheng, mumbling, “Is there anything else?”

Lin Xiaosheng looked at him, a smile surfacing in his eyes: “Of course there is.”

“What is it?”

“This subject heard that many officials have urged Your Majesty to appoint an empress soon.” Lin Xiaosheng leaned closer, his hand resting on Jing Ye’s waist, whispering, “This subject wants to ask Your Majesty, before appointing an empress, what sort of consort position will you grant this subject?”

Jing Ye: “…”

The young master of the Lin family, Lin Xiao Dun, had just moved into the residence shared by Jing Xiao Yun and Zhao Yue, when a commotion broke out.

Lin Xiao Dun, two years older than Jing Xiao Yun, was very curious about this delicate-looking boy and eagerly attempted to talk to him: “The palace maids said His Majesty is going to marry an empress!”

Jing Xiao Yun stared wide-eyed: “Empress? What’s that?”

Lin Xiao Dun, eager to show off his knowledge, replied, “She’s His Majesty’s wife! She’ll give birth to many babies for His Majesty, and those will be your younger siblings!”

Jing Xiao Yun was filled with shock. In his mind, older brothers were likeable because they indulged him with good food and fun, but younger siblings were annoying, fighting with him over food, affection, and cuddles.

Having one Zhao Yue was enough; now there would be a whole bunch of younger brothers and sisters coming!

The more Jing Xiao Yun thought about it, the sadder he became, and he suddenly burst into tears.

Zhao Yue, who was lying on a cot beside him, saw his big brother crying. Although he was still a little baby who had just learned to crawl, he had mastered some baby fighting techniques. So with the rattle in his hands, he swung it fiercely at Lin Xiao Dun!

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Lin Xiao Dun never expected to be struck by a tiny toddler, and he was filled with humiliation! Moreover… it really hurt!

Thus, Lin Xiao Dun began to sob loudly as well.

By the time the palace attendants heard the noise and rushed over, they found the two older boys sitting opposite each other, weeping heartily, while the youngest sat calmly in the little rocking cradle, looking quite composed.

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Lin Xiaosheng’s mother died due to rumors.

She was an unfortunate yet fortunate woman. The misfortune lay in her childhood spent adrift in the world of patrons and courtesans, while her fortune came from her extraordinary beauty—something that ordinary women could hardly attain—and a clever head that typical beauties lacked.

Perhaps men do not like overly intelligent women, but in the world of courtesans, this cleverness became her bargaining chip to win favor.

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She was beautiful and intelligent, unlike common courtesans; she was educated in etiquette and, more importantly, aware of the nuances of human interactions, catering to high-ranking officials and wealthy men.

To captivate men, a beautiful woman sometimes only needs a glance.

Yet, this very woman harbored an innocence within her, hoping that one day she could marry, bear children, and build a family with a loving husband.

When she married the head of the Lin family from Jiangnan, old Mr. Lin already had a legitimate wife. As a secondary wife, she entered the family amidst much public discussion. However, the Lin family had their means, and eventually, things settled down.

The legitimate Madam Lin had been married for less than three months when her husband took another wife, which was seen almost as a humiliation. In reality, it truly was a disgrace, and she quickly became a laughingstock among the noble families of Jiangnan.

Such humiliation would enrage any noble lady, but the young Madam Lin surprisingly endured. Those who can do such a thing are either extremely weak or very cunning.

Madam Lin was undoubtedly the latter. Raised within the inner chambers, she observed closely how her mother dealt with her sisters-in-law and her father’s concubines. She understood that a man’s initial sense of freshness would outweigh everything; no matter how hard she fought, that woman would still enter the family. Perhaps her status would be a bit lower, but what did it matter? Rules are set by people, and this situation might even evoke a sense of guilt in old Mr. Lin towards that woman.

So she endured, remaining the obedient, humble, and bodhisattva-like matriarch of the Lin family, watching as old Mr. Lin shifted from spending night after night in the second wife’s room at the start to, two years later, gradually keeping things balanced between her and that woman.

That woman even bore a son, but Madam Lin wasn’t overly concerned. No matter how beautiful or tactful she was, it didn’t change the fact that a child born of such a woman was destined to be unworthy in this world.

So when the child was born, he didn’t even receive a legitimate name in the family genealogy; he was merely named “Xiao Sheng” by old Mr. Lin, symbolizing the joy of spring.

That’s right. The woman’s greatest weakness was her background as a courtesan, which, in the eyes of society, meant being thought of as promiscuous and indulgent. Even though two peaceful years had passed, who could guarantee that no troubles would arise in the future?

So, she planned a play, even having her natal family to spread rumors outside; thus the woman’s reputation was thoroughly ruined.

The truth has never killed anyone; it is the words of people that do.

Lady Feng, that is, Madam Lin, sat at the head of the banquet table and glanced at her tall and graceful eldest daughter. She smiled and said to the emperor seated at the table, “This subject’s wife thanks Your Majesty for inviting us, mother and daughter, to enjoy the spring scenery of the imperial garden.”

Jing Ye replied, “Isn’t the madam curious about how Xiao Sheng is doing in the palace? By taking advantage of this little spring banquet to relax, you can also meet and chat; it’s killing two birds with one stone.”

Lady Feng stood and curtsied: “Thank you, Your Majesty, for considering this mother and son.”

Jing Ye felt somewhat impatient with the formality of needing to bow or curtsy every time someone spoke; sitting in the court all day was already tiring enough, yet he had to play along. Therefore, he usually refrained from holding banquets without a reason, simply responding with “en” to let them take their seats.

Lady Feng sat down as instructed, glancing at the various colorful floral arrangements prepared for the banquet. She smiled, saying, “It’s not that this subject’s wife is boasting, but while these flowers are indeed beautiful, the flowers embroidered by our Jiangnan’s finest embroiderers are so lifelike they could attract bees and butterflies, and they certainly won’t pale in comparison.”

Jing Ye raised an eyebrow: “Is that true?”

Lady Feng leaned forward and said, “This subject’s wife wouldn’t dare deceive Your Majesty. If Your Majesty doesn’t believe me, Your Majesty can take a look at this subject’s daughter’s embroidered handkerchief. Although she is still young and inexperienced, she apprenticed under the head of Jiangnan’s Yanxi Pavilion, which should give Your Majesty some idea.”

Jing Ye nodded. Lady Feng then signaled her daughter to stand, taking out an embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve and placing it in the tray presented by the eunuch for the emperor.

Jing Ye picked it up to examine it. The design depicted butterflies frolicking among peonies, and at the corner of the handkerchief, a line of small characters embroidered; it was indeed exquisite.

Lady Feng asked, “What does Your Majesty think…?”

Jing Ye looked up and said, “Your household’s young lady possesses outstanding skills and beauty. Zhen fears she will outshine the noble ladies of the capital.”

Lady Feng rose again, curtsying and smiling: “We wouldn’t dare.”

Jing Ye found her frequent getting up and sitting down exhausting. He smiled and said, “The spring scenery is lovely. The madam and your daughter should enjoy the flowers and catch up with Xiao Sheng. Zhen has government affairs to attend to, so zhen will take my leave.”

Lady Feng and her daughter, along with Lin Xiaosheng, stood and bowed: “Sending off Your Majesty.”

Lin Xiaosheng watched Jing Ye’s figure disappear among the peach trees and then lowered his head to play with the cups and dishes. After a long while, he said, “Mother, if you have any instructions, please speak freely.”

Lady Feng looked at him. She had maintained her appearance well, resembling the young woman in her early twenties that Lin Xiaosheng remembered, calm and reserved.

“You have now become a confidant of His Majesty; you seem to speak without courtesy.”

Lin Xiaosheng replied, “I have always respected Mother; it is not I who has changed, but you.”

Lady Feng’s gaze grew cold, and she stepped forward: “I have come to the capital this time to find you.”

Lin Xiaosheng asked, “What do you need from me?”

Lady Feng turned to her daughter, reached out to smooth her hair, and smiled: “I want you to bring your younger sister to the position of empress.”

Lin Xiaosheng raised his head.

Lady Feng smiled at him, her expression gentle. If one didn’t get close, they would think this was an ordinary mother caring for her son: “In exchange, I will give you the entire Yanxi Pavilion.”

Lin Xiaosheng fell silent. Lady Feng patiently waited, and after a while, Lin Xiaosheng gently tossed the cup aside on the table: “I hope Mother will not regret this.”

Lady Feng smiled slightly and quietly remarked, “The only regret I have in this life is that I didn’t give your mother another bowl of red flower tea back then.”

The next day during the morning court, Jing Ye first discussed the military defenses in the northwest and the recent rise of banditry in Jiangnan with the officials. Once the important matters were settled and he was ready to dismiss the court and return to the palace, someone unexpectedly stepped forward from among the officials: “Your Majesty, this subject has a memorial to present.”

Jing Ye had just risen from the dragon throne and had to sit back down again: “Speak.”

The official bent down, speaking loudly: “This subject asks that Your Majesty prioritize the matter of appointing an empress and give it more thought!”

Jing Ye: “…”

He sat back, looking at the official keeping his head down and bowing, and smiled: “Fang Qing, what do you mean by this?”

The official responded: “Replying to Your Majesty, this subject believes the appointment of an empress is not merely a trivial matter. As the mother of the nation, the empress must fulfill her responsibilities and oversee the six palaces. Her virtue reflects on the face of the dynasty. Moreover, it would be unbeneficial for Your Majesty not to have an empress for so long.”

Jing Ye discreetly rolled his eyes while the officials bowed their heads, thinking to himself about what responsibilities the empress had—washing clothes, cooking, and raising children? Did the empress personally have to do these tasks? And as for raising children…it seemed there was no need for an empress either as Jing Xiao Yun was solely under Gu Hong’s care.

Furthermore, as for overseeing the six palaces, there had to be six palaces in the first place! Were there any women in his harem? And summoning a woman into the palace to manage affairs would only create awkward situations with Gu Hong and the others; what about the need for separation of genders?

Regarding the face of the dynasty, well… with the original owner of this body’s legacy, the concept of face was long gone.

There was one more crucial issue: he viewed women as mere vases. Even if there was an empress, it would be but a hollow position—there was no need to involve and ruin the girl’s life in such a way.

However, none of these thoughts could be voiced to the officials. While he sat silently, several officials stood to support their colleague’s memorial, seemingly indicating that they could not pass this off by being vague.

Jing Ye was left with a headache from their unified voices. Spotting the old Prime Minister Gu standing calmly nearby, half-closed eyes as if he were about to fall asleep, he interrupted: “As you all say, the matter of appointing an empress is of great importance.”

He looked at old Prime Minister Gu and smiled: “Gu Qing is a veteran of three reigns. Zhen wonders if you have any advice to share with zhen?”

The old prime minister blinked awake, first looking at the emperor, then casting his gaze towards the officials eagerly watching him, and slowly stepped forward: “Your Majesty, may this subject ask these few gentlemen a couple of questions?”

Jing Ye replied with a smile, “You may ask.”

Old Prime Minister Gu turned to the officials who had just presented their throats: “May I ask you all, if His Majesty decides to appoint an empress, who should be appointed?”

Lord Fang found himself momentarily at a loss: “This…”

Another official beside him responded: “Naturally, we should select from the young ladies of various families, giving priority to those who are virtuous, kind, and possess talent.”

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Old Prime Minister Gu shook his head: “It takes time to truly understand a person’s character. Historically, empresses were either the original wives before the emperors ascended the throne or were chosen from among the concubines who were capable of bearing that responsibility. Yet presently, His Majesty has no consorts. I believe that if you do not take time to observe, hastily selecting an empress from the noble ladies may lead to a significant mistake.”

Well said. Jing Ye immediately nodded in agreement: “What Prime Minister Gu has said is very true. The matter of appointing an empress requires long-term deliberation. This decision must not be rushed today. Discussion may take place on another occasion. If there are no further matters, the court shall be dismissed.”

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After a few days of rest, Jing Ye resumed attending the morning court, and everything returned to normal.

Feng Ling was promoted by his decree to the position of a compiler in the Hanlin Academy, responsible for the compilation of historical texts and lecturing in the imperial lecture hall. Both the court officials and the public felt somewhat uneasy, but when they saw the emperor returning to the morning court with a calm and serious demeanor, they could finally set their minds somewhat at ease.

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Old Lord Feng struggled to rise from his sickbed after a few days and, despite his illness, attended court. The officials regarded him with a mix of sympathy and regret, though outwardly they treated him with great respect. A few old ministers, who had disagreed with him politically in the past, were much more courteous during discussions in the court.

After all, he was a state elder.

Old Lord Feng felt a surge of anger and suppressed emotions as he returned to his residence after the court session. Madam Feng urged him to let Feng Ling come back, but the old man reacted very strongly:

“Come back? Come back to where! He has grown wings now; let him establish his own household outside! We won’t have him tarnishing the Feng family’s ancestral reputation!”

Madam Feng’s advice was met with a torrent of anger, and she sighed as the pair of father and son continued their disagreement.

In the evening, Jing Ye returned to the sleeping quarters from the study and saw Jing Xiao Yun and Zhao Yue surrounded by palace maids playing on the brocade couch. Thinking of someone, he asked Gu Hong, “When will Lu Baizang be back?”

Gu Hong thought for a moment and replied, “It should be in the next couple of days.”

Jing Ye nodded, and Gu Hong continued, “Speaking of which, the day for the Lin family from Jiangnan to present their silk is also approaching.”

Presenting silk didn’t only refer to silk fabrics; it included various treasures and rare items sourced south of the Qinhuai River. For generations, this had been the responsibility of the Lin family, and every three years, after the beginning of spring, the head of the Lin family himself personally brought the items to the capital to meet with the emperor.

Though referred to as presenting treasures, it was also connected to the Qingyu Pavilion.

However, Lin Xiaosheng, who was currently managing the family’s affairs, was in the palace, so they would need to choose someone else to present the silk.

Gu Hong said, “Old Mr. Lin passed away eight years ago, so this time it will be Madam Lin personally bringing the silk.”

Jing Ye paused: “Madam Lin?”

Gu Hong clarified, “That is Xiao Sheng’s legitimate mother, the Lady Feng.”

Both of them knew very well what Lin Xiaosheng’s background was like. This Madam Lin, being the legitimate wife from a noble background, would certainly not be a kind mother in the eyes of Lin Xiaosheng.

Gu Hong turned to pour tea from a small jade pot, but something suddenly slipped from his sleeve and fell to the ground. Jing Ye caught a glimpse, bent down to pick it up, unfolded it, and asked, “What is this?”

“A prescription.” Gu Hong sat down beside him, passing him the warm teacup. “It’s something this subject’s third brother asked this subject to discuss with the physicians from the imperial hospital.”

Jing Ye asked, “What? Is someone in your household sick?”

Gu Hong replied, “Your Majesty, do you remember the Jiang family girl who was placed next to Xu Ming and the Qi Lan who was forcefully taken by Xu Ming’s son?”

Jing Ye took a sip of tea and looked up: “Zhen remember.”

“Qi Lan is currently under the care of this subject’s family, being looked after by this subject’s third brother. However, he has lost his mind. It was only after Yang Ziran allowed this subject’s brother to torture Xu Ming’s son, Xu Huang, that they discovered Qi Lan’s madness was caused by drugs. Therefore, we asked the physicians at the imperial hospital to investigate his condition and prepare a detoxifying formula.”

Jing Ye glanced at the paper: “Is this written already?”

“It took several days of discussion for everyone to come up with a rough prescription,” Gu Hong replied, pointing at the ink on the prescription, then frowning. “However, most of these ingredients are toxic and harmful to the body. While they claim it is a detoxification remedy, in reality, it would be equivalent to risking one’s life.”

Jing Ye’s brows twitched as he exchanged glances with Gu Hong.

Meanwhile, at the Gu residence, the old physician with a goat-beard instructed a young attendant to carry the medicine box and stood up to take his leave while addressing Gu Yun and Jiang Zhitao, also known as Bai Dongling: “This matter concerns life and death, and we are supposed to save lives. We shouldn’t be drafting this toxic prescription, but… ai, I hope both of you will think it over carefully.”

“Yes,” Gu Yun cupped his hands, saying, “Thank you, sir.”

The physician waved his hands and took his leave.

After seeing the physician out, Gu Yun returned to the bedroom to find Jiang Zhitao sitting by the bedside, quietly gazing at Qi Lan.

Gu Yun stood outside the door observing the scene, pulled out the prescription to take a look, and said, “Jia Song.”

The servant behind him hurriedly lowered his head: “Master, what is your command?”

Gu Yun handed the prescription to him: “Take this and burn it.”

The servant quickly stepped forward to take it. Just as he was about to leave, Jiang Zhitao called out, “Wait.”

Gu Yun turned his head to see Jiang Zhitao come out and ask, “What does the General mean by this?”

“As you see, my lady,” Gu Yun replied, “This is no longer about whether to restore memories; it’s a matter of life and death. We cannot be careless.”

Jiang Zhitao’s expression turned cold: “Does the General wish for Ah Lan to be mad for life, unable to even remember his loved one, and spend a muddled existence?”

Gu Yun said, “Of course I want him to recover as before, but this is clearly a gamble on life! If it fails, it would cost him his life.”

Jiang Zhitao smiled faintly at him, lifting her chin to look at him: “I apologize for being presumptuous, but the decision to use this medicine is not within the General’s authority.”

Gu Yun’s eyes darkened.

“The one who grew up with Ah Lan, is with him since childhood, and is bound for marriage is not the General. The one who sneaked into Xu’s residence, enduring humiliation for his sake is not the General. The person he cares for deeply, who he wishes to remember even in madness… is certainly not the General.”

“This is a matter between me and Ah Lan; as a latecomer, the General has no right to interfere.”

Gu Yun lowered his gaze, his lips moved slightly but did not speak, silently acknowledging her warning.

Jiang Zhitao understood that he was a gentleman so she dared to say such things. Seeing that her words had their effect, she didn’t say anything more and turned back to accompany Qi Lan.

However, Gu Yun added, “Lady Jiang.”

Jiang Zhitao paused, and Gu Yun continued steadfastly, “What you say makes sense. I, Gu Yun, an outsider, of course cannot meddle in internal matters.”

Jiang Zhitao turned back and listened to him finish.

“I have been prepared for this in my heart. If you grow disheartened and choose to give up, I will take over and care for him for life,” Gu Yun said, smiling.

“But if you wish to stay and marry him, I will personally arrange your wedding, inviting guests and hosting a grand banquet, providing for you both and ensuring a life of peace and security.”

Jiang Zhitao’s brows moved slightly.

“However, when it comes to deciding Qi Lan’s life or death, I will not back down,” Gu Yun said, looking at her firmly. “Unless Qi Lan wakes up and makes this decision himself, otherwise how can I, Gu Yun, a dignified man, cannot even protect my beloved’s life?”

His words sounded a bit unreasonable; Qi Lan was currently out of his mind and could not make any decisions.

Jiang Zhitao gritted her teeth and said coldly, “Once the General speaks, I have no choice but to comply; please do as you wish.”

With that, she turned and entered the room without looking back.

Gu Yun turned to instruct the servant, “Why aren’t you taking this to burn it?”

The servant quickly stepped back, saying, “Yes, I will do it right away.”

Five days later, after the morning drums were beaten, the Lin family’s convoy arrived at the city gates.

That evening, the emperor held a grand banquet in the Baoheng Hall to receive their silk offerings.

The great hall was brightly lit, with ministers of the third rank and above seated on both sides with their families. The ceremonial officials moved back and forth between the steps and the hall door, presenting the silk offerings one by one, while the ceremonial eunuch announced the names and details.

There were imperial kiln porcelain, ancient calligraphy and paintings, various pieces of jade, agate, fine jadeite, as well as emeralds, lapis lazuli, and carved containers made of malachite, along with bamboo, wood, ivory, the four treasures of the study, lacquerware, embroidery, bronze vessels, and Buddhist statues. The abundance of treasures dazzled the eyes and overwhelmed the senses.

At first, Jing Ye was somewhat interested, but as time passed, his vision began to blur. He thought to himself with every three years of gathering treasures like this, it was no wonder the previous owner of this body had squandered so much; Gu Hong and Lin Xiaosheng didn’t even blink at the sight.

Being in the imperial study to review memorials was not as exhausting as being bombarded by this overabundance of trinkets.

The eunuch was still calling out the names and colors of the offerings, while Jing Ye felt his eyelids getting heavy. Gu Hong, who was closest to him, reached out from under the table and held his hand: “Your Majesty.”

“En?” Jing Ye raised his head, rubbed his forehead, and continued to watch.

“The water-foam jade bamboo branch sparrow leisure hairpin set—”

Jing Ye’s gaze roamed over the dazzling ornaments and suddenly noticed something, his expression shifting.

Ye Mao, standing nearby, quickly waved his duster, and the ceremonial official presented a wooden plate he was holding. Ye Mao took it and presented it to Jing Ye, saying, “Your Majesty, please take a look.”

Jing Ye picked up the jade hairpin. At the top was a jade bead adorned with a decorative knot, with two strands of purple jade beads arranged in order of size below, each one perfectly round, leading to a finely carved emerald ornament depicting intertwining flowers and birds, appearing almost colorless, completed with tassels below.

Jing Ye examined it closely and said, “Why does this feel like zhen has seen it somewhere before?”

“This…” Ye Mao thought hard for a moment, “This servant hasn’t seen it before.”

Jing Ye placed the item back onto the plate: “Continue.”

After the banquet ended and the officials left the palace, Madam Lin also took her son and daughter to bid farewell to Jing Ye, saying, “This subject’s wife has one request to make of Your Majesty. This subject’s wife hopes Your Majesty can grant it.”

Jing Ye replied, “You may speak, Madam.”

Madam Lin smiled, “Lin Gongzi has been in the palace for several years, and as his legitimate mother, this subject’s wife has not been able to visit him even once. This subject’s wife sincerely misses him and requests Your Majesty’s permission to visit him on a chosen day.”

Jing Ye raised an eyebrow and glanced at Gu Hong: “Your love for your son is commendable. Zhen grants your request.”

Madam Lin bowed slightly: “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

After moving from the Baoheng Hall, Jing Ye said to Gu Hong, “Upon seeing Madam Lin earlier, I remembered where I had seen that hairpin before.”

That night, Lin Xiaosheng came to the sleeping quarters to keep Jing Ye company. Jing Ye pulled him aside and said, “Zhen has something for you.”

He took out an exquisite brocade box, opened it, and inside was the same hairpin that the ceremonial official had presented at the banquet.

Lin Xiaosheng’s eyes flickered.

Jing Ye asked, “Isn’t it exactly the same as the one in your quarters, making a pair?”

Lin Xiaosheng answered, “Yes.”

Jing Ye looked at him: “Since it’s a pair, why was it separated?”

Lin Xiaosheng traced his finger over the vividly carved bamboo branches on the top and explained, “It belonged to this subject’s mother. Previously, when she was seriously ill, this subject took it to exchange for two good dishes from the kitchen in order to brighten her mood.”

“Later, when my mother found out, she coughed up blood in anger. This subject went back to ask the kitchen steward to return it, but she said it had already been exchanged for wine and could not be retrieved.”

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Upon hearing this, Jing Ye held the item tightly in Lin Xiaosheng’s hand and smiled: “This was presented at today’s banquet; consider it a gift from zhen.”

Lin Xiaosheng looked at him and leaned in, kissing his lips softly while whispering, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

The palace attendants standing nearby quickly extinguished several lamps, blush creeping onto their faces as they quietly exited.

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Jing Ye: “…”

Feng Ling knelt for a long time without any response, so he raised his head to look at him: “Your Majesty…”

Jing Ye met his gaze and suddenly leaned down to stroke his forehead.

The emperor’s fingers were long, with thin calluses on the tips, slightly cold. However, Feng Ling felt that the place touched was burning hot, practically searing into his heart.

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A faint blush adorned Feng Ling’s face, complementing the crimson of his official robe.

Jing Ye asked with concern, “Feng Qing, is there anywhere on your body that feels unwell?”

Feng Ling stammered, “This subject is not unwell.”

Jing Ye pressed his lips together and withdrew his hand, saying, “Zhen sees you are quite ill; there’s no reason for you to say such things. Do you think zhen would believe you?”

In a moment of panic, Feng Ling reached out. Though he didn’t catch the emperor’s hand, he caught the soft sleeve of Jing Ye’s robe: “What this subject says comes from the heart; how could this subject dare deceive my sovereign or commit treason…”

Jing Ye retorted, “Who was it last month that kept avoiding zhen? The rules of the relationship between ruler and minister—so much prattling on and on! Afraid of the gossip surrounding you, you either request to resign from this post or ask zhen to transfer you outside the capital and decide for yourself that it would be cleaner like that?”

The handsome and upright gentleman felt his face flush. He wanted to explain the situation, but the repercussions were too vast, and he could only urgently protest, “This subject has reasons…”

In truth, as long as Jing Ye casually called for the guards, they could drag Feng Ling away, yet here they were, two people tugging at each other in the long corridor—just exchanging words in a childish and laughable manner.

Ye Mao understood, and he had already led the palace attendants away.

Jing Ye paused and said, “What are you still kneeling for? Don’t think that just because you hurt your leg here from kneeling, zhen will go soft and let Yang Ziran out of prison.”

Feng Ling relaxed his hand, his wide embroidered sleeve slipping from his fingers, and he slowly stood up: “This subject has no such intention. This subject… this subject has withdrawn from my engagement with the daughter of the Yang family.”

Jing Ye: “Oh.”

Feng Ling continued, “No matter how Your Majesty decides to handle this subject, it is all acceptable. This subject has informed my parents of my thoughts, and will not delay the life of a good woman…”

Jing Ye’s eyes widened: “What did you say?”

Feng Ling lowered his gaze, speaking in a subdued tone: “This subject has informed my parents that this body belongs to Your Majesty, so naturally this subject cannot marry another woman and ruin the life of a good daughter.”

“What…!”

Jing Ye was caught off guard and nearly stepped forward to grasp Feng Ling’s shoulders to question him, but he held back.

Lord Feng, usually known for his self-discipline and proper demeanor, how could he be so decisive at this moment!

Jing Ye grind his teeth silently and, after a pause, said flatly, “Whatever you choose is your decision; if there’s nothing else, you may leave.”

Seeing that he received no further response, Feng Ling did not feel dejected, and cupped his hands: “Yes.”

Feng Ling left, and Ye Mao came in right after. Jing Ye paced in the corridor for a moment before asking, “Is everything peaceful at the Feng family these days?”

Ye Mao replied, “Actually, this servant was just about to inform Your Majesty. Old Lord Feng returned home after the morning court and fainted from anger; they say he hasn’t woken up yet.”

Jing Ye: “…”

Ye Mao eyed his expression and added, “Young Lord Feng has had a hard time too, being driven out of the house by O

The old Lord Feng. He cannot return now, alas, this servant fears he might never go back.”

Jing Ye felt a headache returning and rubbed his temples. Noticing this, Ye Mao hurried over to massage it for him: “Aiyoh, this servant said not to tell Your Majesty. It’s only causing Your Majesty unnecessary pain. What does that young Lord Feng matter? Every family has its own troubles; Your Majesty shouldn’t worry. This servant will help you back to the sleeping quarters to rest.”

Around lunchtime, Lin Xiaosheng entered the hall and saw Jing Ye sleeping on the soft couch. He glanced at Ye Mao and stepped outside the beaded curtain to inquire about the situation.

Ye Mao explained, “Everything was fine until young Lord Feng came to meet with His Majesty, and when His Majesty learned of the Feng family’s affairs, he got a headache.”

Lin Xiaosheng looked back at Jing Ye and said, “You go outside; I will stay with him.”

Ye Mao replied, “Aj,” and stepped back outside.

Lin Xiaosheng turned back and sat beside Jing Ye on the couch. He gently stroked Jing Ye’s brows, bowed his head, letting his hair fall, and lightly brushed his lips against the emperor’s temple.

Then little by little, he moved to the long eyebrows, the corners of the eyes, the side of his cheeks, and finally, his lips.

Jing Ye slowly opened his eyes and, confronted with Lin Xiaosheng, replied in astonishment: “Why is qing here?”

“It’s time for lunch,” Lin Xiaosheng replied. “Your Majesty cannot go through the day without regular meals; it’s not good for your health.”

Jing Ye rubbed his temples and sat up, while Lin Xiaosheng took the nearby sable coat and draped it over him.

As he warmed his hand under the brocade blanket, Lin Xiaosheng ordered Ye Mao to come in with a hand warmer and brought it to him.

Jing Ye’s fingers traced the embroideries on the pouch. After a long pause, he sighed and asked Lin Xiaosheng, “You’ve heard about the Feng family’s situation, haven’t you?”

Lin Xiaosheng replied, “This subject heard some after the morning court.”

Jing Ye said, “Old Lord Feng has been a loyal official all his life. If he were to fall ill from this anger…”

Lin Xiaosheng reached under the blanket and held the emperor’s warm fingers, saying, “It’s just an official’s family affairs; there’s no need for you to worry.”

But I’m the one who whisked away his precious son.

Jing Ye rubbed his forehead, imagining how the court officials must be trembling in fear after finding out about this incident.

Not long from now, the spring examinations would be held, and many tasks awaited attention; he didn’t want to cause any disturbances that might scare away all the talented scholars.

Seeing that he was in great distress, Lin Xiaosheng raised an eyebrow and said, “If Your Majesty truly believes it to harm the greater picture, why not promote young Lord Feng to a position outside of the capital? It would calm old Lord Feng’s and the public’s hearts, and it wouldn’t be an injustice to young Lord Feng either.”

This could be considered a compromise, but as soon as Jing Ye thought of Feng Ling kneeling in front of him and awkwardly saying, “This body wishes to belong to Your Majesty,” he couldn’t bring himself to say “fine.”

After a moment of contemplation, Jing Ye remarked, “That’s not a good option either….” Then after thinking it over, he added, “Feng Ling’s position has indeed been stagnant for some time; it is time for a promotion.”

Well then, instead of stopping the rumors, a promotion was granted? 

Lin Xiaosheng squinted, reasoning that no matter what the other officials said, as long as Feng Ling still had the emperor’s favor, no one would dare to utter a word against him.

Still, Jing Ye pondered over how to strike a balance: “Promote him from the position of an academic attendant to that of a compiler. Feng Ling has a rigid, scholarly temperament, and remaining in the Hanlin Academy suits him well. At most, zhen will just call upon him less in the future.”

Perfect, he gets a promotion and has the careful protection of the emperor, so young Lord Feng is really quite fortunate.

Lin Xiaosheng, patient as ever, listened to him finish and then tightened his grip on Jing Ye’s hand: “Your Majesty truly cannot bear to part with him?”

“En?” Jing Ye was taken aback. “This isn’t about not being able to bear it. Zhen has said it before; zhen will call upon him less in the future to avoid unnecessary gossip throughout the court…”

“But Your Majesty has considered him thoroughly. Between ruler and minister, this is unusually intimate,” Lin Xiaosheng said, lowering his gaze.

Jing Ye became awkward: “Don’t say such things… zhen cares for you all the same…”

“Not the same,” Lin Xiaosheng answered, his long, feathery eyelashes casting shadows over his straight nose.

Jing Ye couldn’t see the expression in his eyes, only noticing that he lowered his head, taking on a somewhat pitiful and dejected posture that left Jing Ye feeling helplessly awkward.

“Lin Qing…”

Lin Xiaosheng was usually composed, but at this moment, he sighed gently, saying, “We serve with all our hearts; our minds and bodies belong to Your Majesty. Yet, who knew what thoughts and feelings resided in Your Majesty’s heart, that we have no place at all? It’s better to be like young Lord Feng; while he cannot always be in attendance, he still has Your Majesty’s thoughtfulness and consideration.”

“…”

Jing Ye felt a jolt when he heard him sigh. After listening to him express a series of grievances, he felt not only a twinge of guilt but a mix of other emotions as well. He could not help but grasp his hand, speaking softly, “It seems… it’s indeed zhen who has been too bias.”

Lin Xiaosheng raised his head, looking intently at him: “Then what compensation will Your Majesty give this subject?”

Jing Ye replied, “…Huh?”

Lin Xiaosheng said, “Since Your Majesty acknowledges your favoritism, shouldn’t you do something to compensate us?”

Jing Ye felt the hand he was holding move slightly, their ten fingers intertwining tightly.

Lin Xiaosheng leaned closer, and Jing Ye noticed the upturned corner of his eyes, his bright gaze revealing his intentions.

After a moment of hesitation, Jing Ye still reached out, wrapping his arms around his waist, holding the back of his head, tilting slightly, and kissed his lips.

And then he was pushed down.

Lin Xiaosheng, calm and collected, with no visible emotions, once they reached the bed, showed a different side. He made it so that Jing Ye felt there was no way up or down, all the while asking, “Your Majesty, how does this subject compare to Feng Ling?”

Jing Ye gasped softly, “I haven’t…”

“Haven’t?” Lin Xiaosheng leaned close to his back, biting his shoulder and neck, “Then how does this subject compare to Gu Hong?”

Jing Ye was left breathless and sweating at his forehead, with flushed cheeks: “You’re great! You’re the best! Let go of me…”

Outside the curtain, Ye Mao, who had been standing guard, was filled with tears.

He no longer believed in any nonsense about keeping watch over the emperor while he slept!

The next day, the emperor issued an edict promoting the academic attendant  Feng Ling to compiler of Hanlin, duly noted.

Old Lord Feng, with great difficulty, managed to get off his sickbed. Upon hearing the news, he collapsed back down, shouting in anger, “Bring that ungrateful descendant back and beat him to death!”

Madam Feng helped him lie down properly, saying, “Rest now. Between beating your son and feigning illness, isn’t this causing a commotion for nothing? Look at you now; is this what you wanted?”

Old Lord Feng sighed, banging on the bed and lamenting: “I thought His Majesty would be concerned about the court and move Qing Sheng to a position further away or if not that at least maintain a distance, but who knew… ai!”

“Children and grandchildren will have their own fortunes,” Madam Feng said, sitting calmly. After a few days had passed, she too had calmed down, maintaining her composure. “Do you think our son is one of those sycophantic officials? If he didn’t have genuine feelings, it wouldn’t have come to this. Right now, His Majesty is protecting him; what else can we do?”

After pondering for a while, old Lord Feng sighed again.

Meanwhile, the imperial envoy dispatched from the capital rushed overnight to the government office in Bixue City in the southwest, calling for Li Tingqiu to come forth to listen to the imperial decree.

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“…Imperial Guard Commander Li Tingqiu… appointed as Special Envoy to oversee all military affairs in Bixue City, granted an additional fief of 600 households, with 200 households as permanent income. Bestowed the title of ‘Jingwu Protector,’ maintaining previous honors. Receive the decree! … General Li, General Li?”

Li Tingqiu raised his head slightly, tightened his clenched fist, and stood up to receive the decree, saying, “Thank you for the kindness, Your Majesty.”

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