"What?" She picked her ears and squinted at the sky. "The wind is too strong …"
Lord Ingot squatted on her knees and looked up at the clear sky. He touched the soft cloak on his body and thought to himself, 'Yes, the wind is really strong …'
Zhangsun Wuji also looked at the sky in a serious manner. He did not express any opinion towards the Queen's blatant lies. He smiled casually and sat to one side. He took out a piece of paper from his lapel and looked at it carefully.
Meng Fuyao was still waiting for His Majesty's second attack, so she was not used to it. She could not help but glance in his direction. She knew that His Majesty was treacherous and should not be tricked. However, His Majesty was too focused, and a certain someone was famous for her strong curiosity. She shifted her butt on the chair and after a while, she coughed. "What are you looking at?"
Zhangsun Wuji was so focused that he did not even lift his head. He even took a brush from the table and started drawing.
Meng Fuyao's heart was itching. She pouted at Lord Ingot and signaled him to check it out. Lord Ingot raised his head and looked at her innocently. 'Huh? What's wrong with you? Stroke? Facial paralysis? The wind is too strong and my mouth is crooked? '
Helpless, Meng Fuyao glared at him fiercely. She hooked her fingers at Zhangsun Wuji's sleeve and smiled. "Erm, what are you drawing? My art is pretty good. Maybe I can give you a few pointers? "
Zhangsun Wuji glanced at her. "Don't. You probably aren't interested."
Meng Fuyao was furious. She snatched the paper from his hand. "What are you doing?" She took a closer look and laughed.
"Your Majesty, since when have you become interested in fashion design?"
On the paper was a sketch of a gown. The style of the gown was between an ancient one and a modern one. It wasn't bad, but there were some key areas where the lines weren't smooth enough. Zhangsun Wuji's handwriting was on the side, which read: "Green?" and "Green?" Grey? Brown? With a glance, it was obvious that he was thinking about the color choice of the dress.
Any woman would feel an itch whenever they saw a pretty dress, and when they saw one that wasn't perfect enough and didn't meet their expectations, no one would be able to resist the urge to be a designer on the spot. "What green, grey, and brown? How can you think of such an ugly color? It's simply a waste of fabric. I say, red! The brightest, brightest and purest red was the most beautiful! That's more suitable! "
"Oh?" Zhangsun Wuji still had that faint expression of distrust. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. "The Imperial Clothing Department gathered several top masters to design a new style of court gown. It is specially used for large-scale state banquets. It is luxurious and dignified. We still believe in their taste."
"You don't believe in my judgment!" She raised her eyebrows. "To be honest, apart from my poor taste in choosing people, I'm first-rate in everything else!"
"On the contrary." Zhangsun Wuji shook his finger slightly with a smile. "We think that apart from your top-notch vision in choosing people, there is nothing else to write home about."
"Shameless!" Meng Fuyao spat.
Lord Ingot immediately sent a flying kick at her — this was intolerable. She had taken advantage of him and yet she was still pretending to be innocent!
"Let's make a bet." Every woman hated it when their man criticized them for not knowing how to dress. Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth. "The Imperial Clothing Department will make a gown according to the color and style you've chosen. Then, they will make a gown according to the color and style I've modified. Let's see which one is the prettiest!"
"Sure." Zhangsun Wuji stuffed the sketch into her hands. "In that case, you can modify the gown you like."
Meng Fuyao took it and started modifying it. She sneered. "Aha, this fishtail doesn't look like a fishtail. What should I call it? A mop?"
"The simplest streamlined design for the waist will do. What's the point of adding these two embellishments? Fins? "
"A straight collar is no good. It's too old-fashioned. A deep V-neck, as thin as a line of sky … a line of snow that's half hidden, half visible, that's what you call amorous … Hehe …"
Zhangsun Wuji came over and asked with a sense of participation, "This … will be exposed, right?"
"What's there to be afraid of?" Meng Fuyao glanced at him. "This is for spring and autumn. It can even be covered with a flowing silk shawl."
Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "Oh … that's good. Don't worry then."
Meng Fuyao was so focused that she didn't hear him talking to himself. She casually asked, "Are you that free? Why do you have to worry about such a small matter? "
"It's because there's no mistress in the harem." Zhangsun Wuji sighed. "You know, this should be the Empress's inner palace affairs. Without the Empress, the Imperial Clothing Bureau will have to be handed over to me."
Meng Fuyao immediately shut up. She didn't say anything, but her hands became even more serious. She was thinking, 'She'll have to be the Empress sooner or later since she's already given birth to a child. What we're arguing about now is the ceremony. One shamelessly wants to announce it to the world, while the other is ashamed of marrying a child and wants to keep a low profile. This stalemate isn't a solution. Why don't I help him manage the harem affairs first?'
Zhangsun Wuji changed the topic. He put away the sketch and confirmed, "This is the gown you like?"
"Yes," Meng Fuyao said proudly. "Absolutely stunning."
Someone smiled brightly. "Are you sure you want this kind of dress?"
Meng Fuyao nodded vigorously. "It's perfect!"
"That's good." Zhangsun Wuji said casually, "Actually, the Imperial Clothing Bureau has designed men's clothing according to the style of the gown, but I think it's useless, so I rejected it."
"There's even men's clothing?" Meng Fuyao was excited. "What does it look like? If you ask me, men's clothing in the Five Continents Continent is really nothing to write home about, except for the riding clothes you wore back then … "
She thought of the elegant riding clothes on Zhangsun Wuji's birthday banquet. Her eyes turned green, and she secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Zhangsun Wuji took out a crumpled piece of paper. "That set of clothes was modified according to the style of the riding clothes. Are you interested? Fortunately, I didn't have time to throw it away. I'll hand it over to you. Make some changes and make a set. "
Meng Fuyao took it without hesitation and began to review the sketch with the demeanor of a master designer. Looking at her serious expression, Zhangsun Wuji's lips curled into a smile. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Alright, I'll go do something."
Meng Fuyao waved her hand. "Permission granted."
His Majesty left with an inexplicable smile. Queen Meng leaned on the table and tirelessly modified the design. All these years, she had been busy fighting for power and giving birth to children. She had never had the chance to touch anything that was too feminine. Today, Zhangsun Wuji had piqued her interest. As she modified, she thought about the poor mother and daughter in her previous life who had no money to buy new clothes. However, they had never been vexed. Mother was skillful and knew how to refurbish old clothes. When they had nothing to do, they would go shopping on the streets and memorize the styles of the clothes. When they returned, Mother would stay up late to cut the clothes on a simple sewing machine and make beautiful 'new clothes'.
She remembered the silhouette of her mother working with her head lowered by the dim light in the small house. The clatter of the sewing machine was like the late autumn rain, sprinkling delicately into her quiet and peaceful dreams.
Meng Fuyao slowly stopped and gently stroked the sketch. It was as if she was caressing a fiery red brocade. The smooth texture of the satin felt like time had flowed between her fingers. The undulating and smooth lines were like the ups and downs of her many years of life. The layers of the skirt were rippling with all the engraved memories of her previous life and this life.
Today's luxurious dress and yesterday's coarse new dress both carried the best stories of her two lives.
The sunlight shone on Meng Fuyao's eyes. Her lips curled into a slight smile.
'Mother.
I'm very happy. '
= = =
After the dress was drawn, it was handed over to the Supervisor of Imperial Apparel to be tailored. Meng Fuyao then tossed the matter aside. She still had three little devils to worry about.
Zhangsun Wuji seemed to be very busy as well. Sometimes, she could only see him once every few days. Every time he came, he would bring a large number of officials and memorials to work on the spot. Meng Fuyao had never interfered with his political affairs, but after seeing him for so many times, she began to worry about his health. Today, she personally delivered the ginseng soup to him. As soon as she stepped into the hall, she saw a black mass of officials kneeling on the ground. The memorials on the dragon table were piled high enough to crush someone to death. Zhangsun Wuji was buried in the pile of memorials. His slender figure was almost invisible. When he saw her enter, his tired eyes brightened. Meng Fuyao smiled at him and was about to leave when Zhangsun Wuji leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Wait for me, just a moment …"
His warm breath tickled Meng Fuyao's ear. She shrunk her neck and wanted to laugh, but when she saw the pleading look in Zhangsun Wuji's eyes, she could not help but blush. She quickly cleared her throat and said awkwardly, "Erm … I'm tired from walking … I'll rest for a while."
On her shoulder, Lord Ingot rolled his eyes. 'This woman is really hypocritical. She's a top-notch expert. It's only half a mile from Fuchun Palace to Jingming Palace. How could she be tired?
Would it kill her to admit that she felt sorry for her man? '
Fortunately, a mouse could not speak human language, and His Majesty was well aware of the Queen's temper. He had never gone against her, so her clumsy lies had never been exposed. Meng Fuyao sat by the side, picking at her nails as she listened to the officials talk. The more she listened, the more she found it funny. 'Does Wuji really lack people? Why does he have to decide on the palace banquets, the various state ceremonies, and the reception of foreign guests? '
Zhangsun Wuji knew what she was thinking just by looking at her expression. He explained, "Father was not in good health back then and did not like to socialize. Wuji Nation has not held a large state banquet for many years, and I was often not in the country. It was only when I ascended the throne that I realized that the Ministry of Rites was very unfamiliar with the etiquette of welcoming guests. The officials were inflexible and inflexible, still using the old etiquette that was no longer suitable for the occasion. In the eyes of the other emperors, I'm afraid that Wuji would be mocked for lacking people.
Looking at the tall stack of memorials on his desk, Meng Fuyao sighed with heartache and reluctance. After a while, she said, "You don't have time to worry about these trivial matters. How about I help you settle them?"
"No way," Zhangsun Wuji immediately rejected her.
Meng Fuyao was stunned. 'He doesn't allow me to meddle in Wuji Nation's affairs?'
Zhangsun Wuji turned around and pulled her to sit beside him. He looked at her affectionately and said, "You've worked hard enough. Taking care of yourself is what you should worry about the most."
His Majesty's tone was deep, his eyes focused, and his expression as gentle as water. He had always been handsome and elegant, but now that he was a father, he had gained even more charisma and steadiness. His tone was deep and warm. Meng Fuyao was bewitched, almost drowning in the beauty's tenderness. It took her a while to break free. She glanced at the officials kneeling below, not daring to raise their heads. Her face burned, and she quickly turned her eyes away, stuttering, "I … I … I … there are so many female officials taking care of me, I'm fine …"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and gently combed her hair with his slender fingers. He said gently, "That's fine too. But don't overwork yourself."
Meng Fuyao was half dazed by His Majesty's flirtatious smile. She vaguely thought, 'Why is this guy so flirtatious today? But he looks so good when he smiles like this … 'Suddenly, she realized that His Majesty's fingers were getting naughty again. They slid along her temples, across her cheeks, to her lips, and then her neck … and then …
Meng Fuyao jumped up and glared at Zhangsun Wuji. She wanted to scold him for being shameless and thick-skinned, but she saw that half of his body was buried in the pile of memorials. She then looked at the large group of officials waiting outside the curtain. She sighed and walked out. "Alright, I'll settle this for you. Get the officials from the Ministry of Rites to look for me."
Zhangsun Wuji watched the Queen walk out of the hall with a smile. His gaze fell on the Queen's slightly plump but even more charming waist and buttocks after giving birth. His gaze also followed her unintentionally swaying curves until her figure disappeared. Only then did he withdraw his gaze.
Then, he stretched his body and leaned against the back of the chair. He took a sip of tea and glanced at the mountain-like memorials on the table.
Immediately, a eunuch came over and carefully carried away all the memorials that had actually been read by Bian Hong.
His Majesty raised his eyebrows and glanced at the black mass of officials who were kneeling on the ground.
The officials immediately held their breaths and looked at each other before carefully retreating.
What a joke. The show was over. Why didn't they, the props, leave?
His Majesty smiled, stood up, and stretched. He leisurely lay down on the dragon couch in the back hall, thinking that the Ministry of Rites and the Internal Affairs Bureau must have gone to bother the queen. Since he had nothing to do, should he look for Queer or Ultraman?
…
"Your Majesty, these are the revised detailed rules of the national rites by the Ministry of Rites. Please …"
"Why are they so detailed?" Meng Fuyao frowned as she looked at the 12 thick booklets, each as thick as a Chinese-English dictionary. "How long will it take to finish reading them?"
The assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites stepped forward and eagerly pointed out the details. "The detailed rules are presented by the Department of Rites, the Department of Fine Food, the Department of Sacrificial Rites, and the Department of Host and Guest Rites. They are respectively the ceremony of commendation, military ceremony, auspicious ceremony, ominous ceremony, guest ceremony, banquet ceremony, casting ceremony, four interpreters, as well as the reception of vassals, foreign envoys, and interpreters …"
The old man went on and on, flipping through page after page. When he finally finished explaining the auspicious ceremony, the sky was already dark. Meng Fuyao glanced at the 12 booklets and felt a chill in her heart. She regretted her impulsive decision to accept such a hot potato.
She thought about it and tried to shirk the responsibility. "I think it's quite suitable. Why don't I bring it to His Majesty?"
"His Majesty has given his orders. You have full authority to decide," the assistant minister said solemnly.
Meng Fuyao wrinkled her nose, thinking that the ceremony was originally decided by people, so what did it matter whether it was in accordance with the rules or not? Zhangsun Wuji had always been open-minded, but now he had become inflexible. On second thought, the vast territories would eventually merge, and Wuji would become the world's most powerful nation. Being particular about everything would also give Zhangsun Wuji face, so she could only grit her teeth and continue listening.
The moonlight climbed up the pear tree outside the Fuchun Palace, lingering for a moment among the snow-white petals in the courtyard before climbing up the silver-red window paper, cutting out two black silhouettes, one speaking and the other listening.
Meng Fuyao stretched lazily and stared blankly at the assistant minister, who had been talking non-stop for six hours. She felt that he must be a hidden expert as well. Look at his glib tongue! Even after such a long period of high-intensity exercise, he was still unscathed!
She was so stunned that when he stopped, her ears were still ringing with the sound of people's voices, chattering incessantly about the tedious ancient ceremony …
"Your Highness! Your Highness! "
The eunuch's careful call woke her up. Meng Fuyao stared blankly at the remaining 11 booklets, her face crumbling. Suddenly, she said, "I think these are perfect. There's nothing to nitpick about."
The assistant minister bowed humbly.
"So there's no need to look at the rest." Meng Fuyao stared straight ahead. "They're all approved."
"Are you sure?" The assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites did not show an expression of being pardoned. He actually dared to question her decision. He even reached out to take out the last booklet with a slightly different binding. He respectfully handed it over with both hands. "This is …"
"Approved! Approved!" Meng Fuyao felt like vomiting at the sight of the booklet. After being pestered by the Ministry of Rites for days on end, her pitiful little patience had long been exhausted. She waved her hand majestically. "Tell His Majesty that I've agreed!"
"Yes." The old and prudent assistant minister smiled and flipped open the booklet. "Please sign and stamp your seal. Tomorrow, we will announce it to all the nations and the world."
Meng Fuyao felt that something was amiss. Was there a need to announce it to the world? Before she could ask, however, the palace maid had already carried the three demon kings for dinner. She was so busy that she forgot about it.
…
The next day, before dawn, the head of the Bureau of Internal Affairs came back with a thick stack of booklets. Meng Fuyao climbed out of bed with a face full of grief. She had two big dark circles under her eyes as she listened to the guy's nagging.
"… Her Majesty, His Majesty said that many of the people in the harem are over the age limit. Should we release a batch and select another batch?"
"It's against morals to keep the young ladies in the palace and separate from their parents. Release them as soon as possible." Meng Fuyao was sleepy. "There's no need to add more people. Just enough is enough."
"Yes, dismiss the harem." The Bureau of Internal Affairs took note seriously.
Meng Fuyao felt that something was amiss. Just as she was about to ask about it, she was drowned by another group of people.
"Her Majesty …"
"Her Majesty …"
As matters went on, the Ministry of Rites and the Bureau of Internal Affairs gradually decreased. Zhangsun Wuji seemed to be getting busier, and the atmosphere in the palace became a little strange. Even Meng Fuyao, who was busy with her children, felt that something was wrong.
"Eh, what's the point of hanging so many red lanterns and colored silk for?" When Meng Fuyao woke up early in the morning, she was startled by the gorgeous colors outside the window. Princess Zhangsun Chunhua was happily squealing in the hands of the palace maids, expressing her great interest in the colorful silk under the eaves. The wet nurse obediently tore off a piece for her, and she immediately tied it around her head.
Meng Fuyao patted her daughter's snow-white butt and smiled. "So beautiful, just like Guo Furong."
Zhangsun Chunhua saw the smile on her mother's face and thought that it must be a compliment. She immediately laughed out loud, revealing her newly grown front tooth. The mother and daughter smiled at each other. The Ultraman beside them was disdainful of the wretched duo. He grabbed Lord Ingot and put a gray rag on him. Lord Ingot hated the gray rat costume the most.
Lord Ingot did not dare to use his 360-degree spin to serve his little master's delicate butt, so he could only shed tears in silence.
So, behind every successful Ultraman, there was always a silently abused Ingot monster …
Fortunately, someone quickly rescued him from his predicament. A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Lord Ingot. Dissatisfied, the Ultraman opened his mouth to bite him, only to realize that the scenery in front of him had blurred and he had landed on another person's knee.
The Ultraman let out two "ah" sounds. From the aura of the newcomer, it was certain that this was someone it had to please, so it immediately sat down obediently.
Meng Fuyao turned from the window and asked in surprise, "Why are you free today?"
Zhangsun Wuji carried the Ultraman and pulled Ku 'er, who was in a deep state of meditation. Princess Zhangsun Chunhua had already turned around the moment he entered the door, as if she had sensed his presence and clung to him like a butterfly.
Meng Fuyao glanced at her daughter, once again confirming that she was a natural born pervert!
Who knew who she had inherited it from!
"Of course I have time to come when everything is settled." Zhangsun Wuji carried one in his arms and two on his knees. He was very satisfied with the feeling of being full. He gestured for the attendant to present two rectangular boxes.
"What is this?" Meng Fuyao looked at the exquisite red sandalwood box and had a bad feeling in her heart.
"Formal attire," Zhangsun Wuji answered casually as he fed his daughter Crispy Candy.
Meng Fuyao slapped her forehead and suddenly said, "I've been so busy recently that I forgot about the bet. Has the Imperial Apparel Department made the formal attire?"
She opened the box and revealed the authentic, top-notch Moonlight Brocade hanging from it. The pure, luxurious red immediately dazzled everyone's eyes. The formal attire itself had simple yet exquisite lines, an elegant and noble fishtail design, and a deep V necktie at the front and back. It was awe-inspiring, which neutralized the soft charm of the Moonlight Brocade and made the bright red even more colorful. All the corners of the decoration were decorated with gemstones, but they were not the usual pearls or emeralds. Instead, they were all thumb-sized obsidian. The obsidian glowed like countless pairs of colorful eyes, shining brightly in the bright red.
This kind of beauty, this kind of conciseness, but also had a pressing noble aura. The black and red colors had a different kind of charm and beauty, stunning everyone in the room. This was just a piece of clothing, if it was worn by a peerless beauty, what kind of unparalleled beauty would it be?
Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up. "Good! I used mutton-fat jade in my original design, but now it seems that obsidian is more dignified and outstanding! Who changed it? What a brilliant idea! "
Zhangsun Wuji smiled without saying a word. He looked at the gown carefully, imagining how she would look in it. He wondered if it would be better not to share such beauty with others.
The gown was personally designed by Fuyao, and the obsidian was personally modified by him. His Fuyao should have been made of the best stuff in the world.
Meng Fuyao caressed the gown and clicked her tongue in admiration. "If it were in the place where I used to live, this gown would be very suitable for a wedding …"
She suddenly stopped mid-sentence, and her hand that was caressing the gown stopped moving.
After a while, she turned around and looked at Zhangsun Wuji, who smiled and raised his eyebrows at her.
Meng Fuyao took another look at the gown and took a deep breath. She crossed her arms and leaned against the table, staring at Zhangsun Wuji.
"Tell me, what kind of gown is this?"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled innocently and answered straightforwardly, "A wedding gown."
Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows and gritted her teeth. "Did I agree?"
"I asked you before. Are you sure you want this kind of gown?" Zhangsun Wuji fed Ultraman mung bean cake. "Your answer was yes."
"But you didn't say it was a wedding gown!" Meng Fuyao shouted.
"I didn't say it wasn't." His Majesty smiled gently, but in Meng Fuyao's eyes, he looked treacherous. "You see, when you saw the gown just now, you felt that it was a wedding gown. This means that you obviously know what to do, but you're just pretending to be ignorant."
He raised one of his eyebrows and smiled at Meng Fuyao, as if to say, "Actually, I know you really want to marry me, but I'm giving you face and allowing you to be pretentious."
Meng Fuyao was so angry that she flipped the table.
"I didn't agree to marry you!"
Zhangsun Wuji turned around and fed Ku Er some water. The kid didn't like snacks and preferred warm water. His Majesty served the prince seriously and said leisurely, "You agreed."
"You agreed."
"When did I agree …" Meng Fuyao suddenly bit her tongue.
In front of her, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly opened his palm, and in it was a piece of paper. It was a letter of credence with her Great Wan Queen's seal and her name on it.
Meng Fuyao grabbed it and hurriedly read it. Her face fell.
Astonishingly, it was a letter of credence jointly signed by Zhangsun Wuji and herself to the world!
Behind it was a long list of etiquette notes and a guest list. All the etiquette required for the Emperor's wedding ceremony was signed by her.
There was also a document of Zhangsun Wuji announcing the release of the people in the palace. Her name was also on it.
Meng Fuyao's face turned green, white, and red. It was a colorful and exciting scene.
Even if she were a pig, she would have understood that Zhangsun Wuji was playing a dirty trick, such as pulling the firewood from the bottom of the cauldron and crossing the sea under the guise of crossing the sea by crossing the cauldron and injuring herself. She was about to go crazy when she recalled the private seal she had impatiently signed on the pile of booklets. This fox knew that she did not have the patience to do so, so he had deliberately mixed the key thing into the pile. Now that she could not go back on her words and vent her anger on him, who should she vent her anger on? The assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites had specially taken out the book for her to review, but she had interrupted him out of impatience!
As for the release of the people in the palace, Meng Fuyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Zhangsun Wuji was clearly telling the world that she, Meng Fuyao, had disbanded her husband's harem. 'You've already chased away all the women who could become your mistress, and you're still not going to marry? Is that even acceptable? '
She had publicized it to this extent, and she even had her own seal to prove it. If she went back on her word, Zhangsun Wuji's face would be completely gone.
What a vicious man!
Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth.
She knew that she couldn't make him a laughing stock in front of the world. She knew that she didn't care about her own name, but cared about his reputation. She was putting herself at death's door.
Zhangsun Wuji hugged the three children and laid down lazily, not at all worried about a certain someone's green face and fangs.
He knew her very well. The green face and fangs looked scary, but it was just a moment of thunder and lightning. After a while, everything would calm down.
That was the best thing about Fuyao. She was trustworthy and generous. As long as she admitted to something, no matter the reason, she would take responsibility for it till the end. Now that she understood that the ceremony had been announced to the world, she naturally wouldn't make a fuss.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled lazily, fed his children a little pear juice, and thought with a smile.
'How could I secretly marry you?
How could I not reward myself after all the hard work? '
'I want you to be my most beautiful empress. In the center of the world, I want you to tell Changfeng Canghai and all the countries in the five continents that you belong to me willingly.'
'… Don't forget that those emperors still haven't given up and are unwilling to appoint an empress!'
= = =
After a while, Meng Fuyao finally calmed down. She rubbed her nose and blinked her eyes, trying to salvage the situation.
"Well, actually, it doesn't have to be so complicated, right? I allow you to carry the quilt to my bedroom tonight, alright? "
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and said without any objections, "Alright, you know that I always respect your opinion."
Meng Fuyao glared at him and immediately ordered the palace maids and eunuchs to prepare another bed for His Majesty. His Majesty looked at her with a smile. After the bed was moved, he said slowly, "Due to my special status, every move of mine is related to the world. This bed shouldn't be moved carelessly. I think it's fine if we don't hold the ceremony. When all the guests arrive, we will hold a bed moving ceremony and announce it to the world. We will invite the royal families of the five continents to witness the ceremony. When the time comes, I will carry the quilt to your bedroom."
"…"
What did it mean to be truly vicious? That was it.
Meng Fuyao's face was full of tears. She imagined the scene of His Majesty carrying the quilt to her bedroom under the witness of the royal families of the five continents. She realized that if such a tragic scene really happened, she would never be able to face anyone again.
She believed that the mighty His Majesty would not mind carrying the quilt to her bed under the watchful eyes of the public.
Meng Fuyao looked at the sky for a long time and said in a pained voice, "I have just made a difficult decision. Between carrying the quilt and living together illegally or announcing to the world that we have a child, I have decided to choose the latter …"
Zhangsun Wuji revealed a smile that said, "My wife is the most obedient."
Thus, under Meng Fuyao's resentful and dissatisfied state, she began the final preparations. Actually, everything had already been taken care of. Because of Meng Fuyao's status, the ceremony was as grand as it could be. The Ministry of Rites had painstakingly prepared the ceremony, going through all the wedding ceremonies of the royal families in the past. The ceremony of accepting gifts, the ceremony of conscription, the ceremony of issuing an edict, and the ceremony of celebration were all of a higher standard than the previous Empresses'. Even so, the officials of the Ministry of Rites were hesitant and debated for a long time. The ceremony of issuing an edict required sending an envoy to the Empress' residence to confer the title on her. Meng Fuyao's residence was Zhangsun Wuji's dragon bed, so how was she supposed to do it? Was she supposed to go to the Dawan Kingdom? However, the Dawan Kingdom was not a vassal of Wuji. In terms of status, Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji were completely equal, so there was no need for her to accept his edict. In the end, the Minister of Rites had no choice but to hand over the ceremony to Meng Fuyao.
The old assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites was once again sent to deal with Meng Fuyao. When Meng Fuyao saw him from outside the second door, she immediately laughed unkindly, causing the assistant minister to shiver and look at the sky in confusion. "Such good weather, why do I suddenly feel cold …"
The long ceremony list was dragged from the desk to the ground. Meng Fuyao sat still, and before the palace maid could pick it up, Ultraman had already climbed over and started tearing it apart.
The assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites knelt on the ground, his forehead dripping with cold sweat. He wanted to save her, but did not dare to. Watching the paper flying around, he cried in his heart, "This is the result of 23 officials from the Ministry of Rites working overnight …" He hoped that the Empress would stop him, but the woman said leisurely, "Ultraman, this is not right.
"…"
Ku Er sat on his mother's lap with his eyes half closed, looking completely uninterested. However, just as Fuyao snatched the remains of the list from Ultraman's claws and read a paragraph, Ku Er suddenly tugged at his mother's sleeve. Fuyao lowered her head to look at him. Ku Er obediently pointed at the milk cake by the side and moved in that direction.
The cake plate was a little far away, so Meng Fuyao carried him to get it. Just as she stood up, she heard a ripping sound. She turned around and saw that the list had been torn into two. When she looked again, it turned out that Ku Er had unknowingly wrapped the long list around the leg of the table and grabbed the other end. Meng Fuyao hugged him, and the list was torn into pieces.
The assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites: "…"
Princess Zhangsun Chunhua, who had been playing with her red paper on the carpet, saw the beautiful pieces of red paper fluttering like butterflies. Her eyes lit up, and she crawled over to snatch the prettiest piece. She carefully kept it in her bosom, ready to give it to her father to please him later.
The assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites: "…"
The crystallization of the officials' blood, sweat, and tears was instantly destroyed by the three devils. Meng Fuyao apologized to the assistant minister without any sincerity. "Ah … I'm sorry, there's no more."
The assistant minister: "…"
"How about this." Meng Fuyao easily carried her cool son and stepped on the edge of Ultraman's clothes to prevent him from climbing onto her back. She glanced at Zhangsun Chunhua's precocious actions in front of the mirror and casually said, "Since there are no precedents for our wedding, there's no need to follow them. There's no need to go through all this conquests. Just invite the right people and do the right things, and that'll be enough."
She threw out a piece of paper. "Send the invitations according to this name list. Tell them not to dawdle and to come early. I have a surprise for them."
She glanced at the names. Back then, she had been hesitant to send them a wedding invitation. In the end, it was Zhangsun Wuji who had made the decision.
He said, "They will definitely want to see you happy with their own eyes."
Meng Fuyao remained silent. She thought about how the emperors would each occupy their own country. No one knew what would happen in the future, and it would be a long time before they could meet again. No matter what … it was better to meet them again.
She suddenly felt a little depressed and waved her hand silently.
The officials from the Ministry of Rites retreated, glanced at the name list, and then at the three on the ground.
'Forget it. Surprise? There's no joy, right?'
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