Xiao Fuzi didnt understand what "master" meant until he came out, and when he mentioned his family, there was no threatening tone. As for the masters mention of Yuxiang, it seemed to be confirmed in his words?

  Just then, Su Shun walked in leisurely and said, "Greetings, Master Su."

  Su Shun waved his hand to brush off dust, "What are you doing standing at this door? Dont you go and announce it?"

  Su Shun Xian was aware of Xiao Fu Zis true identity. The Emperor had arranged for at least one person in almost every palace, sometimes going back and forth between the Zichen Hall and the Qianqing Palace, he couldnt help but run into many times, however, these were things that even if you killed him, he wouldnt dare to reveal half a sentence.

  Xiao Fu nodded and also knew this wasnt a good place to talk, so he quickly walked in.

  "Pay respects to Zhen Fei," Su Shun said with a bow.

  Su Jing smiled and said, "Hurry up and get up, Su Gonggong. I havent thanked you yet, Su Gonggong. I was able to do it thanks to your good fortune."

  Su Shun hastily waved his hand, "I dont dare, I dont dare, Master Zhen has already punished this slave."

  Su Jing gave a hint with her eyes, "Dont mention it, I had prepared the gift early on, and I hope Mr. Su wont despise it."

  Xiang Ya handed over a purse, but Su Shun was too afraid to accept it this time. "Master Zhen, this..."

  "Grandfather Su can rest assured, I have my reasons for doing things, just accept it."

  Using an obvious mistake to cover up ones true intention, others will only think she is foolish, but isnt that how you trick the tiger by pretending to be a pig?

  Su Shun hesitated for a moment before accepting it. The emperor would soon find out either way, "Zhen Zhu, the emperor has summoned you to the Zichen Hall to accompany him."

  Su Jing smiled even more, "Wait a moment, Labor Su. I still need to change into another outfit."

  "This is nature, this is nature."

  Zichen Hall

  "The concubines pay their respects to Your Majesty."

  Zong Zhengjin stood beside the desk, "Come over."

  Su Jing walked up to him and asked, "Your Majesty is painting?"

  Zong Zhengjin focused on painting and didnt respond to her.

  Su Jingxiang didnt get annoyed and fully displayed her natural familiarity, "Your Majesty, your painting is really beautiful."

  “……”

  "This looks good too, is this plum blossom?"

  “……”

  "Your Majesty, your handwriting is also very beautiful."

  “……”

  "Your Majesty, you..."

  "Shut up!"

  Zong Zhengjin was distracted by her and couldnt focus on the painting in front of him, so he had no choice but to slightly open his thin lips and coldly spit out a few words.

  He waited until he finished painting, and it was already half a stick of incense later. He was satisfied with his work and turned his head to see her also intently admiring the plum blossom picture in front of her. Her eyes were full of praise, but her face was full of grievance, and her small mouth was slightly pouting, obviously very dissatisfied.

  Zong Zhengjin coughed and saw her staring blankly at him, changing the subject, "Ill teach you to paint."

  "Really? The emperor is really as good as his word, not deceiving the concubines," Su Jings excitement was evident on her face, and Lele was flattered.

  Zong Zhengjin let out a faint sigh and shook his head. "What do you want to draw?" He thought for a moment, "Lets start with something simple."

  "Are peony paintings good or not? Are wooden peonies good or not?" Su Jing said, pointing to a pot of wooden peonies on the windowsill.

  Zong Zhengjin saw that her tone contained a few invisible coquettishness, soft and sticky, making his heart suddenly soften, "Good."

  Su Shuang stood at the entrance of the hall, with sunlight spilling in from outside the window. On the floor, two small figures were reflected, embracing each other. The emperors strong and resolute facial features had a hint of softness that was almost imperceptible, while his cold and clear eyes seemed to hold a few hints of indulgence. Perhaps even the emperor himself hadnt noticed this expression.

  Gently closing the temple door, standing outside, deciding who comes cannot disturb.

  "You draw the petals first, like this..."

  "No, I want to draw this..." Yeh Zi was good at drawing.

  "First paint the petals, this way you can grasp the entire painting..."

  "Dont, I just want to draw this first, okay?" Yezi can finish drawing with just a few strokes and doesnt need to add any colors.

  “……”

  "Does it look good?"

  “……”

  "Ill hold your hand and draw," Zong Zhengjin rubbed his nose and said decisively.

  Su Jing nodded and said, "Okay."

  Its not easy to finish a painting, let alone the numerous sketches that were discarded on the floor. As for this one in front of him, under Zong Zhengjins control, it was barely passable, at least in his own eyes.

  Su Jing didnt think so, she was just a common person who couldnt appreciate the profound implications and hidden spirit in ancient paintings, as long as they looked good to her, that was enough.

  "Your Majesty, does it look good? The concubine thinks it looks really good."

  Zong Zhengjin saw her pair of crescent-shaped eyebrows slightly raised, flawless facial features, shallow dimples, and a smiling face, with an expression that seemed to be seeking praise and admiration. Suddenly, he couldnt bear to disappoint her, "You say its good-looking, then its good-looking."

  The words are so poor that they can only be described as "good-looking".

  "But I want you to say it, Your Majesty," Su Jing blinked her eyes and gazed at her.

  Zong Zhengjin said helplessly, "Yeah, it looks good."

  "His Majestys word is like a divine decree, if he says it looks good then it does, no taking it back," Su Jing said with a smile, and seemed to be afraid that he would regret it afterwards. "Your Majesty, can I have this painting?"

  "Where has your discipline gone?" Zong Zhengjin tapped her head, eliciting a pained cry from her.

  "Then can this painting be given to the concubine?" Change the title and it will be fine.

  Zong Zhengjin stroked his forehead, his words clearly implying that as a concubine, she dared to ask him for something.

  "Suit yourself."

  Su Jing got what she wanted and was very happy, even Zong Zhengjin beside her was infected with a few smiles, and there were also a few smiles on his eyebrows.

  "Your Majesty, Lord Meng requests an audience," Su Shun said loudly from the entrance of the hall.

  Su Jing stepped back a step, breaking free from his embrace, "The concubine will take her leave first."

  "Go inside first," Zong Zhengjins waist suddenly felt empty and a bit uncomfortable.

  Su Jing nodded, thinking she would let her go back first, but it seemed like she was preparing to keep her here overnight.

  "Your humble servant greets Your Majesty," The ground had already been cleaned up before Meng Wentian came in, so he didnt notice anything unusual.

  Zong Zhengjin sat on the dragon chair, "What brings you here?"

  Meng Wentian slowly got up and walked to a chair on the side, "Your Majesty doesnt even let people serve tea? Ive heard that Your Majesty has excellent Bi Luo Chun here."

  Zong Zhengjin let out a cold hum, "Didnt I tell you to go to Jiangnan? Why havent you set off yet?"

  Meng Wen Tian was not in a hurry, "Your Majesty only said to let me go as soon as possible, but didnt say what specific day, Your Majesty can rest assured, Im not here to bid farewell to Your Majesty?"

  "If you want to leave, then leave quickly."

  Meng Wen held up the folding fan in his hand, and a good splash of ink painting was faintly visible. "Your Majesty, Ive heard that Jiangnan has been producing beautiful women since ancient times. Would you like me to help you find one or two?"

  Zong Zhengjin put down his teacup, "Hmph, my dear minister, youre indeed getting on in years. When you return from Jiangnan this time, Ill help arrange a marriage for you, and that will alleviate Madam Mengs daily worries."

  "No, no, no, Your Majesty, Im still young, and you are..."

  "I have children now, but youre still a lone bachelor?" Both of them were around the same age, and Meng Wentian had not married by this age, which had long become a joke in Chu Zhou country.

  "This time, if you return from Jiangnan without selecting someone for me, I will personally choose one for you."

  "Your Majesty, spare me, I will definitely help you with what you want to do," and stop bothering me every day about my marriage.

  Zong Zhengjin saw him like that and knew what he was thinking, "Fish and bears paw, I want both."

  "Your Majesty, actually this time I came, your humble servant has important matters to report," still speaking of the urgent matter.

  Zong Zhengjins attention was indeed diverted, "Whats going on?"

  Meng Wentian pulled out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over to him, waiting quietly for his reaction.

  In an instant, a burst of anger gathered in those beautiful and profound Danfeng eyes, but it was fleeting, and his face only showed firmness, not even a single eyebrow was furrowed, the whole person was frighteningly calm.

  Meng Wen Tian had grown up with him since childhood and knew that the angrier he got, the calmer he became. At this moment, he was probably already on the verge of furious rage.

  "How dare these people treat My Empress Dowager like this?"

  His tone was flat, but Meng Wentian didnt dare to relax at all, nor did he dare say a word. There were many dirty things in the royal family, and no matter what, it wasnt up to others to interfere.

  He can be unorthodox with the emperor, but he cannot cross the emperors bottom line.

  "I want to make them wish they were dead," Zong Zhengjin crumpled the paper in his hand, "First, lets spare their lives, I want them to watch as their loved ones leave, and be powerless to stop it."

  "Your Majesty, if they can do such a thing, they probably wont care much about their own family either?" Those people are worse than beasts, with hearts colder than ice.

  "You beast... anyway, I will definitely avenge this grudge, you go to Jiangnan to find evidence first."

  "I will certainly not shame your mission, I bid farewell."

  Zong Zhengjin stood here for a long time, although he is now one of the nine five dignitaries, the master of the world, but he couldnt even save his own mother, and instead let his mother give up her life for him.

  …………

  "Jier, the empress helped you make a new dress, try it on and see if it fits?"

  "Jier, Empress Mother has made some chestnut cake, would you like to try some?"

  "Jier, its cool outside, remember to wear more clothes."

  “……”

  Many things, he had already forgotten, vaguely, occasionally remembered in dreams, at the age of three, his mother died, and then was taken to the side of the empress dowager who was still a virtuous concubine at that time.

  He was young and didnt understand things, every day he wanted to go find his gentle mother empress, but the father emperor who often came to play with him didnt pay attention to him. Now even the person who usually called out for his mother empress ignored him, the wet nurses by his side treated him worse and worse, and his other brothers often teased and bullied him.

  No one cares about him, no one accompanies him, no one makes new clothes for him, and no one helps him make delicious pastries. At night, when he has nightmares, there is no one to comfort him.

  He gradually understood.