His Highness the Imperial Eldest Son was the only son of the Emperor. Since he was the eldest son of the first wife, everyone knew how extraordinary the significance of this Imperial Eldest Son was. Therefore, when His Highness the Imperial Eldest Son was washing his hands, those who were able to attend had prepared gifts with auspicious meanings to show their respect and blessings to the Imperial Eldest Son.
Because the Empress was still in confinement, the Eldest Imperial Son was personally carried out by the two Empress Dowagers. The Emperor also sat from beginning to end. Everyone could see the importance and high hopes that the important people in the palace had for the Eldest Imperial Son.
After the washing ceremony, some noblewomen with status were lucky enough to get a closer look at the Eldest Imperial Son. When they came out of the palace, they kept on praising how good the Eldest Imperial Son was, how good his physiognomy was. In any case, the Eldest Imperial Son had the air of being unparalleled in the world.
Those who didn't have status that went near the Empress Dowager also kept on praising, as though they would offend someone if they spoke too late.
As a result, more and more people in Jing started to flatter the Tian Family. But what was unexpected was that the Tian Family became more and more low-key. Even the in-laws of the Duke of Zhong Yi's shu sisters that had married also became low-key. People couldn't help but admire the steadiness and composure of the Tian Family.
When the actions of the Tian Family reached He Heng's ears, it made his impression of the Tian Family improve. Not long after, he took a chance to reward the Tian Family with something, implying that he was very satisfied with the conduct of the Tian Family.
Jing was always a prosperous place. The two sides of the streets naturally had many commoners setting up stalls. As a result, as long as the stall owners saw a tall horse with a bright yellow silk tied to it galloping past, they would know that it was someone from the palace announcing an imperial edict. Occasionally, they would chat with their customers and discuss which official had received a reward from the emperor.
"After the Empress gave birth to the Eldest Imperial Son, our Jing City also became lively," A bun stall owner laughed as he wrapped a basket of buns in lotus leaves and handed it to the customer in front of him, "We can also bask in the joy."
Qu Wang Zhi looked with a complicated expression at the cabbage stuffed buns in his hand. He turned to look at the steed that was moving into the distance. He asked in puzzlement: "That alley seems to be Zhong Yi Gong Fu?"
"That's right. The Duke of Zhong Yi is a very good official and is also part of the Empress' paternal family. Isn't it normal for the Duke of Zhong Yi Fu to be rewarded?" The boss put the steamed buns he had made into the steamer basket and lowered his head to look at the fire in the stove. With a proud expression, he said, "The Empress once bought the stewed eggs that my eldest sister sells. Now, many nobles in Jing visit my eldest sister's stall. They all say that my eldest sister's stewed eggs are very tasty and they like them very much. If this customer is interested, you can also buy a few to try. "He pointed at the braised egg stall across the street, his face full of pride.
Qu Wang Zhi turned his head to look. As expected, he saw many people surrounding a stall buying braised eggs. He had even seen some of them before. They seemed to be the stewards of the prestigious families. He couldn't believe that the people from the aristocratic families would come all the way here just to buy these things.
"Yo, isn't this Young Master Qu?" A youth dressed in the robes of a Dong Shan Academy student rode on a horse, looking down at Qu Wang Zhi, a disdainful smile on his face, "What good day is it today that I have the fortune to see Young Master Qu personally come to buy steamed buns?"
The manservant holding the reins for the youth respectfully bowed with his hands in front, replying: "This small one greets Young Master Qu."
Qu Wang Zhi recognized this youth as the son of the Duke of Zhong Yi's shu sister and instantly felt his face burn. He laughed dryly and bowed, greeting: "Greetings, Young Master Chen."
"I can't accept Young Master Qu's bow," The youth sat upright on the horse. Qu Wang Zhi didn't dismount after bowing. He smiled coldly, "Your fu is a wealthy family that doesn't even put the Empress in their eyes. Us poor little families can't accept such a bow." That year at the Empress' hairpin ceremony, Liang shi had laughed at his mother like this. His mother had been so angry that she had cried loudly when she returned to the fu. In the end, she was so ill that she couldn't get out of bed. If it wasn't that xiandi had decreed marriage to biao jie half a month later, his mother would have been sad for a long time.
He hadn't seen his aunt, but he had heard his mother say that his aunt took great care of her and didn't bully others just because his mother was a shu daughter. So even though it had been more than a decade, his mother would sigh when she mentioned his aunt.
Thinking about the family of Chang De Gong Fu, he felt disgusted. It was a duke fu, but when they did things, they couldn't even compare to a normal family. Also, this Young Master Qu had always thought highly of himself in Dong Shan Academy. Every time he saw him, his nose would be in the air. Seeing Qu Wang Zhi's destitute state, he felt that this was retribution and his heart felt much better.
"Chen Shaoye must be joking," The smile on Qu Wang Zhi's face couldn't be squeezed out. He felt that the stallholders around him were looking at him strangely, as though they were looking at a mouse crossing the street. This made him, who always cared about his face, unable to hold on. He made a careless bow, saying, "This one still has matters to attend to and will leave first. Chen Shaoye, please help yourself."
Squeezing through the crowd, he didn't even notice that the bun in his hand had been squashed. His footsteps became faster and faster, and in the end, he was even sprinting. Only when no one was looking at him did he find a medicine shop, grab a bag of medicine, and slowly walk out of the city.
After his father had been pardoned, because he had caught a cold in prison, his knees were damaged. Now he could only lie in bed all day. His mother cried every day because his jiejie was gone. His grandmother finally couldn't endure it and passed away not long ago. The funeral had been paid for by his er jie. Thinking about his parents who were blaming each other, he wanted to turn and leave, never to return to that shabby village house.
"Why do you blame me? In the past, it was you who begged to marry me into the fu. You didn't take good care of your own daughter. Now you blame me for mistreating her. Haven't you thought about what you did before?!"
"You evil woman, I really shouldn't have married you in the past. If it wasn't for you, I would be the father-in-law of the country. It's all your evil woman's fault … …"
Hearing the sounds of arguing in the room, Qu Wang Zhi's face showed an expression of disgust. In the end, he put the bun and medicine at the door and turned to leave this noisy place.
In the rear hall of Tian Qi Palace, Qu Qing Ju finally came out of her confinement. She could take a bath every day. For her, this was most likely a great matter. At this time, she was wearing a beautiful silk dress. She sat by the bed and slowly fanned her son who was sleeping soundly. Then she finally couldn't resist kissing her son on the mouth.
Mu Jin saw the Empress' action and a smile appeared on her face. She walked to the side of the bed to look at the imperial son who was sleeping with his little fists clenched. In a small voice, she said: "Niangniang, Heng fei niangniang has come to greet you."
"Heng fei has come?" Qu Qing Ju moved her gaze away from her son. She ordered the nursemaid to look after the imperial son before standing to say, "Let's go and see."
Jiang Yong Yu had been sitting on a chair drinking tea. Seeing Qu Qing Ju come out, she instantly put down the teacup and stood to give her a bow.
"Heng fei doesn't have to be so courteous," Qu Qing Ju smiled as she sat down at the front, "Please sit. Now that it's the sixth month, it's extremely hot. Why have you come?"
"Pinqie doesn't have much to do usually so I made some clothes for His Highness the Imperial Prince. I don't know if they are suitable," Jiang Yong Yu took a pile of infant clothes from Ai Lu's hands, "I hope that Empress doesn't dislike pinqie's handiwork."
Qu Qing Ju took the clothes and looked. She praised: "Heng fei's handiwork is really exquisite. What ben gong makes can't compare to yours," She motioned for Mu Jin to put the things away, "It's been hard on you. It's such a hot day and you're still making these things that hurt your eyes."
Jiang Yong Yu hurriedly said: "It's just some child's stuff, it doesn't take much effort. To say something that goes against the rules, pinqie liked His Highness the moment I saw him. To be able to make clothes for His Highness the Imperial Prince, pinqie is very happy. "
"Then in the future, Da Imperial Prince's clothes will have to trouble you, this shu mother," Qu Qing Ju's face was full of joy, "This time ben gong will be much more relaxed."
After Jiang Yong Yu heard Qu Qing Ju's words, the smile on her face became even more pronounced. But she was a person who knew her limits. She knew that the Emperor might be coming over at this time so she stood to bid farewell. Her original intention was to live with the Empress. If she ran into the Emperor, what would happen?
After Mu Jin sent Heng fei back, she and the servants inspected the things that Heng fei had sent over one by one before commenting: "The materials for these things are the best, there aren't any problems."
"En," Qu Qing Ju wasn't surprised. She knew that a person like Jiang Yong Yu definitely wouldn't do something that benefited others but not herself. So she casually picked up an infant's dudou. The material used was the best satin. It was smooth and smooth to the touch. Even if it was worn on a hot summer day, it would be very comfortable. Heng fei probably used all the best materials she had to make these things. Caressing the tiger pattern on the dudou, she smiled as she said, "After His Highness bathe, change into it."
Mu Jin hesitated for a second before asking: "Niangniang, why do you treat Heng fei so well?"
"She has never harmed me and has expressed goodwill. Why should I make it difficult for her," Qu Qing Ju looked at the pile of children's clothing. She didn't know how long it would take to make these clothes that were so clean that even the threads were cut, "We're all women. There's no harm for me if I treat her well."
Mu Jin paused slightly and then understood the Empress' thoughts. Thinking about Heng fei's usual conduct, she remarked in puzzlement: "It's surprising that Heng fei didn't take the opportunity to attract the Emperor's attention."
"She understands what she wants," Qu Qing Ju put down the dudou in her hand and smiled, "She's a smart person so that's why I dare to treat her like this."
He Heng entered the inner room of the rear hall of Tian Qi Palace and saw Qing Ju fiddling with a pile of infant clothing. He walked in front of her and picked up a small gown, "The bats embroidered on this aren't bad."
"En, Heng fei embroidered it for huang son," Qu Qing Ju glanced at him, "These clothes are all very well made."
Putting down the gown in his hand, He Heng turned to ask, "Is huang son still sleeping?"
"He's slept for two hours, he's probably going to wake up soon," Qu Qing Ju pulled him to the bedside to look at her son. Pointing at her son's limbs spread out, she commented, "Just like a little pig."
"My son's sleeping posture is so domineering," He Heng smiled contentedly as he looked at his son from head to toe. He also pulled at the little silk blanket on his son's stomach, "Look at his sleeping posture. Why don't we call him Tun Er. A lowly name is easier to raise."
When Qu Qing Ju heard this name, the first thing she thought of was a dolphin, a blowfish or a dolphin. But looking at it from top to bottom, she didn't feel that her son's sleeping posture was related to these creatures. She glanced at the round belly propped up by the thin silk blanket. It was more like a little milk pig.
"You don't like it?" He Heng saw her puzzled expression and assumed that she wasn't happy. He pointed at his son's stomach, commenting: "Look at this stomach, it's like a pig."
So Tun had the meaning of pig. She gave a dry laugh: "Call it Tun Tun, I like it." What pig wasn't in the range of her appreciation.
Maybe it was that he was woken up by the voices of his unreliable parents. Tun Tun opened his eyes with a pout. After smelling his mother's scent, he snorted but didn't cry. Just as He Heng picked him up, a warm puddle of virgin urine splashed onto He Heng's robe.
The nannies at the side paled in fright. But Qu Qing Ju smiled when she saw the situation. She pointed at He Heng's robe that was dripping with water, "Emperor has good luck. Virgin urine is good for warding off evil. This year, our Da Long will have good weather."
Tun Tun made a sound on his father's body as though he agreed with his mother's words. He Heng helplessly rubbed his son's butt and handed the child to the nannies for them to take the child down to breastfeed. He turned to sit next to Qu Qing Ju.
"Don't come over, you're all wet," Qu Qing Ju raised a hand to stop him but was pressed down on the bed by He Heng, rubbing against her.
"How can I be the only one to enjoy my son's virgin urine. Qing Ju also comes to ward off evil," He Heng pressed the person under his body, reaching out to touch the waist that had recovered very well, "They all say that after a woman gives birth, the waist would thicken. How come Qing Ju's waist is still so soft?" As he spoke, he stole a kiss on Qu Qing Ju's face.
Qu Qing Ju reached out to tickle him but was stopped by one of his hands. His other hand took the chance to burrow into her robe.
Outside, Mu Jin, Qian Chang Xin and the others waited until the laughter of the two mistresses came from inside the room. They motioned for the servants to retreat to the door of the outer room and then lowered their heads to look at the patterns on the floor.
About an hour later, the Emperor and Empress came out again. Both of them had changed into new clothes and seemed to be in a good mood.
Qian Chang Xin and the others hurriedly served the noon meal. He watched as the Emperor personally put food into the Empress' bowl and thought inside, the daren of the previous court probably wouldn't have thought that the Emperor would have such a side?
He looked at the Empress who was at ease enjoying the Emperor's service. But in this world, it was hard to find a woman who would treat the Emperor as a normal person. The Empress was hard to find.
As the sun set in the west, Yu Ping Palace was bustling. It turned out that the Emperor and Empress had bestowed many things down, causing the entire palace to be filled with joy.
Jiang Yong Yu looked at these rare objects and smiled as she rewarded some of them to the servants beside her. Then, she let Ai Lu store all the things in her private storage. The stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.
It seemed that the Empress had truly accepted her. In the future, she would have a reliable support in the palace.
"I hadn't thought that the Emperor would bestow so many things down," Ai Lu said joyfully, "It seems that the Emperor still has zhuzi in his heart."
"You silly girl, the Emperor is praising me for being tactful," The corner of Jiang Yong Yu's mouth rose, "Don't think about those useless things. Watch your mouth, go pass the evening meal."
The Emperor had even decreed that she had her own little kitchen today. This meant that she was now the true mistress of a palace.
There was no meaning in fighting for the favour of the Emperor. It was better to fight for the favour of the Empress. The days would be leisurely and it would be comforting. Why not?
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