After Imperial Consort Lu left, the Empress Dowager rubbed her temples in pain.
"Guifei niangniang is becoming more and more unsightly." The old palace maid Lin Gugu, who was standing behind the Empress Dowager, stepped forward and helped the Empress Dowager massage her temples.
"The one from the Marquis Of Changchun is good, but it's a pity she didn't become a fei." The Empress Dowager leaned against the pillow and slightly furrowed her brows, "What did the Emperor eat this morning?"
"Xian fei made seafood porridge. I heard that he ate two bowls before going to court." Lin Gugu said with a smile.
"That's good." The Empress Dowager smiled, "Have Yang Qing tell Xian fei to come visit aijia every three days."
"Yes." Lin Gugu smiled and responded.
When Su Yu arrived at Anguo Tower, he found that the doors were tightly shut and there were only two guards guarding the door. Only then did he know that Anguo Tower didn't open in the morning.
"The National Tutor watches the stars at night and doesn't open until noon." The guards indicated that Su Yu could take a nap before coming over.
The corners of Su Yu's mouth twitched. Only filial piety could be seen in the morning and evening. Coming over after taking an afternoon nap would become afternoon tea. What kind of treatment was this? Looking up at the sky, he suddenly remembered the new mission the Emperor gave him last night. He patted his head and hurried back to make lunch.
In the imperial study, An Hong-chul's expression was cold and solemn. His two slender fingers lightly tapped on a stack of memorials.
"The court has become the Lu family's sole say. Everything they say is' this subject agrees. '" Prince Zhao complained as he organized the memorials that his older brother had approved.
"Throw them all back. Tell them, if they want to agree, they have to copy the prime minister's memorials again." Prince Su felt a headache as he looked at the ten thousand words the prime minister had written. These people wanted to get the imperial approval with just a few words of agreement. It was too easy on them.
"Thirteenth uncle, that ten thousand word book was written by the imperial censor." Prince Zhao sighed. The prime minister's memorials weren't long. Copying them ten times wouldn't be enough.
"Do as Imperial Uncle says." The Emperor, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.
"Ah?" Prince Zhao's jaw dropped. "Thirteenth Uncle is just talking nonsense …"
"We'd like to see just how big their courage is." An Hongche narrowed his beautiful eyes, a cold glint in them.
Before the age of twenty, his body was unstable and he would often turn into a cat. He had to use the excuse of being weak and sickly to frequently miss the morning court. Many matters in the court relied on the Prime Minister, which led to the current situation. Now that he had reached the age of twenty, he naturally could not let this continue. It was time to deal with those people.
"Sigh, I'm most annoyed by those yammering civil officials," The Su Wang threw the ten-thousand-character long book back and pulled out a map from his sleeve, "Your Majesty, this is the new Imperial Palace defenses."
An Hong-chul took it and glanced at it. "Can you defend against it?"
"It's hard to say if there are external thieves, but we can defend against internal thieves." Prince Su frowned, but he didn't pat his chest to guarantee that nothing would go wrong. When he first heard that the "sacred cat" had run out of the Imperial Palace and was chased away by guards with swords, he broke out in a cold sweat even though he was thousands of li away. When he returned to the capital this time, he had to make sure the Imperial Palace was impenetrable.
"How did you spend those two months outside the Imperial Palace? Thirteenth brother and I were almost scared to death. " Speaking of this, Prince Ling patted his chest as if he was frightened. He couldn't turn into a human for two months before reaching the age of twenty. It was very pitiful for such a precious kitten to wander outside.
An Hong-chul glanced at seventeenth uncle who had an exaggerated expression and didn't plan on paying attention to him.
"Emperor, it's time for lunch." Wang Gonggong timely reminded.
"Let's call it a day." When the Emperor heard this, the gloominess on his face immediately disappeared. He got up and left.
Prince Su and Prince Ling looked at each other, then turned to look at Prince Zhao. When did the Emperor become so interested in eating? It wasn't like the original Emperor at all. Could it be that he was possessed by a fatty?
"What are you looking at me for?" Prince Zhao didn't understand.
"Didn't the Emperor always complain about this and that and throw a tantrum when it was time to eat?" Prince Ling was very curious and followed him out to see what was going on.
In the distance, someone was carrying a box of food over. Looking carefully, it wasn't someone from the Imperial Kitchen.
"Su Yu!" Prince Zhao's sharp eyes found the person behind the box of food and ran over in a few steps.
"His Royal Highness King Zhao, long time no see," Su Yu saw An Hong-chul and greeted him with a smile, "Last time, I still haven't thanked Your Highness." Last time at Drunken Immortal Building, if Prince Zhao hadn't arrived in time, he might have really been caught by Princess Mu. Afterwards, with the disturbance, he had earned three thousand taels.
"We're all family, no need to be so polite," Prince Zhao chuckled, revealing two deep dimples, "What are you doing?"
Su Yu smiled awkwardly. He originally thought that since the Emperor wasn't going to Ye Xiao Palace at noon, he wouldn't have to cook. Who would have thought that not only did he have to cook, he also had to be responsible for delivering food. Calculating it this way, eighty taels a month was a bit of a loss.
"What are you standing there for, come in!" The Emperor's voice sounded in the dining hall. Su Yu apologetically cupped his hands to Prince Zhao and turned to walk in.
"This meal was made by Consort Xian?" On the roof beam of the dining hall, a large cat with black and yellow stripes stretched its neck and swallowed its saliva as it looked at the bright and colorful dishes on the table.
"Don't make a sound!" The other large cat with black and white stripes had a serious expression as it slapped its younger brother's paw.
"Ow, you hit me again!" Prince Ling was very unhappy and opened his mouth to bite his older brother's paw.
Su Yu heard the cat's cry and thought it was the sauce. He looked up and saw two large cats huddled together on the roof beam, "That's …"
"Whoosh — —" A silver light flashed and the two large cats quickly jumped off the roof beam and disappeared without a trace. A silver chopstick was accurately nailed to the spot where the two cats had been standing.
The Emperor took the new chopsticks that Wang Gonggong handed over and expressionlessly said, "They're just trying to make a living, don't pay attention to them."
Su Yu blinked. There were actually so many cats in the Imperial Palace … Wait, what was with that chopstick?
After lunch, Su Yu was forced by the Emperor to stay in the North Pole Palace to take a nap.
As a cook who was usually very busy at lunchtime, Su Yu didn't have the habit of taking a nap. He was half lying on the bed in high spirits and quietly picked up one of the Emperor's hands to carefully examine it. He was sure that the chopstick was thrown by the Emperor with his bare hands. To be able to penetrate so deeply like it was written in the novel, it must have the legendary "internal strength"! Thinking back to the time when this person jumped over the wall of the Su Residence, it must be Qinggong!
Su Yu didn't expect that he had transmigrated to a martial arts world. It was as if he had discovered a new continent and was extremely excited.
"What are you doing?" A clear voice sounded in his ears. Su Yu came back to his senses and found that the Emperor was staring at him with his eyes wide open. One of the Emperor's "imperial hands" was still being held by him and hadn't let go.
"Uh …" Su Yu froze in place. He didn't know if he should let go or hold it. He suddenly felt like he was caught red-handed.
"I know you admire zhen, but that also depends on the situation." An Hong-chul didn't seem to be surprised at all as he pulled his hand out of Su Yu's palm.
"…" Su Yu almost choked on his own saliva. What did he just hear? Who admires who? Before he could refute, that slender and flexible hand reached over and wrapped around his waist.
"Humph, I can allow you to indulge in private," the Emperor said in an old-fashioned manner, "Only zhen would pamper you like this."
Su Yu still hadn't recovered from the Emperor's strange logic until he sent the Emperor off to deal with government affairs and walked to the Anguo Tower to pay his respects to the National Tutor. Which eye of the Emperor saw that he admired him? They had only known each other for two days. Moreover, this guy had a bad temper and a bad personality. Although he was very good-looking …
"Consort Xian, the National Tutor invites you in." A palace maid wearing a plain dress respectfully bowed.
Su Yu shook his head to shake that dazzling handsome face out of his mind. He lifted his feet and walked into the Anguo Tower.
The main hall was still hung with a faintly discernible gauze. The National Tutor with snow-white hair reclined on the high seat and looked at him coldly: "What are you doing here?"
"This official is here to pay his respects to the National Tutor." Su Yu stepped forward and bowed.
"If it's for the morning and evening, then there's no need to come again." The National Tutor slightly closed her beautiful eyes and gently waved her hand.
"Consort Xian, please go back." The palace maid who had invited Su Yu in just now still maintained the same smile as before and invited him out.
Su Yu looked at the Anguo Tower as the doors closed again and scratched his head.
"He really dares to go pay his respects to the National Tutor?" When Imperial Consort Lu heard this, she couldn't help but laugh. What kind of person was the National Tutor? Even the Emperor couldn't see him whenever he wanted. "The Empress Dowager was just giving him a way out, but he took it seriously."
"Isn't that so? You don't know the expression on Consort Xian's face when she was driven out, tsk tsk … …" In order to make Imperial Consort Lu happy, the eunuch beside her exaggerated Su Yu's embarrassed state.
"Hmph, angering the National Tutor and letting the Emperor know how stupid he is, let's see how long he can be proud of himself." Imperial Consort Lu fiddled with several wooden plaques on the plate, "Go and send this to the North Pole Palace. Say that it's the Empress Dowager's will and let Steward Wang decide what to do."
In order to ensure that the harem was evenly distributed, the Emperor would flip the plaques to decide which palace to visit the concubines except for the first and fifteenth day of each month. The Da 'an Imperial House had a clear rule that the Emperor had to flip the plaques every day after he reached the age of twenty.
In the North Pole Palace, Wang Gonggong frowned as he looked over the plaques on the plate. Of the ten plaques, three were "Imperial Consort Lu", the others included two concubines and several Zhao Yi, but there was no "Consort Xian". Since the Empress Dowager had agreed with Imperial Consort Lu's decision, it meant that she had tacitly approved of her actions, but … …
"Emperor, it's time to flip the plaques." Wang Gonggong held an ebony carved tray and handed it to the Emperor who was preparing to go to Ye Xiao Palace. He wanted to say something but stopped.
An Hong-chul didn't even look at it as he flipped the plaques. The attendants of the Imperial Household immediately recorded it: "Year, month, and day, the Emperor flipped the plaques of so and so concubines."
"Let's go." The Emperor swung his sleeve confidently and walked towards Ye Xiao Palace.
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