The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 493 Finale (2)

Upon hearing this, the ministers were shocked and immediately kowtowed in panic, begging for mercy: "Your Majesty, please spare our lives!"

"Your Majesty, please spare my life..."

Ji Wuyuan stood up and walked towards the bottom of the platform step by step. He said in a cold voice: "Is it because I have been too kind and tolerant to you recently that you think I am a master that you can manipulate at will?"

The court officials were terrified: "We dare not!"

Ji Wuyuan sneered: "Huh, don't you dare?"

"Since you, my dear ministers, are so eager to have children, I will grant your wish."

He stood in the center of the hall and said with a half-smile, "Five children in three years, isn't that too many?"

The ministers' pupils shrank when they heard this, thinking that he had heard it. Their fear faded away, and they all smiled and said, "Not much, not much..."

"How can five children in three years be too many?"

“Not much at all!”

They wished that there would be more children in the palace, the better, and it would be even better if they could take in more concubines so that everyone could enjoy the benefits.

Seeing this, Ji Wuyuan curled his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Afterwards, he ignored the kneeling ministers and walked out of the hall.

After he left, the ministers looked at each other, with more or less a smile of success on their faces.

However, when the ministers who had given impassioned advice in the court returned home, they realized that His Majesty's words in the court had a different meaning - the beauty bestowed by the emperor was already waiting in the palace, and the imperial edict was contained in a red lacquer brocade box, the ink as hard as iron, every word clear:

"I grant you a beautiful woman to reward your diligence. Within three years, you will surely have five sons. If anything fails, I will personally ask for your help."

The ministers held the imperial edict and stared in amazement at the beauties standing in their respective mansions. Although they were called beauties, their looks were actually average, at least not as beautiful as the concubines in their mansions.

Your Majesty, how can this be a reward? It's clearly a punishment for their talkativeness!

Not to mention their age, after all, if these "distinguished guests" granted by the emperor were added to the mansion, not to mention whether they would have the physical strength to endure it, even sleeping peacefully at night would be difficult.

Within a few days, the atmosphere in the court changed suddenly.

Those old ministers who were most willing to give advice on the issue of offspring now have dark circles under their eyes and look listless when they attend court.

Occasionally, some stubborn people would stand up and try to speak, but they would see Ji Wuyuan leaning on the dragon throne, glancing at them with a half-smile, and saying nonchalantly: "My dear minister, you have worked hard recently, but is the beauty I gave you not considerate enough?"

"If you are unable to do so, I will ask the Imperial Hospital to prescribe some more nourishing prescriptions for you..."

Before he could finish his words, the ministers who were mentioned in public had already blushed and retreated back to the queue in embarrassment.

From then on, no minister in the court dared to mention the matter of offspring. After all, no one wanted to be "diligently urged" by the beauty bestowed by the emperor in the middle of the night, nor did they want to be "cared for" by the emperor himself for "not having children".

After leaving the court, Ji Wuyuan passed by the Imperial Garden and happened to see the peach blossoms blooming in the southeast corner of the garden.

In order to please a beautiful lady, he had people cut down all the plum blossoms in the garden and transplanted them here.

At this moment, pink peach blossoms with gorgeous colors hang on the branches.

As Ji Wuyuan looked at it, he unconsciously walked towards the peach forest. What emerged in his mind was the scene of Jiang Wantang dancing in the peach forest.

They've been separated for two months...

As Jiang Wantang left, he gradually understood why she was unwilling to stay in the palace and unwilling to fall in love.

In fact, love or not is one thing, but what is more important is that she has endured too much in her heart.

The people I care about fall down in front of me time and time again, one after another, and I lose them.

Being plotted against by relatives, forced by him, and then discovering that he recognized the thief as his father, a blood feud...

Each and every one of them...was cruel enough to hurt her.

In just a few months, she experienced so much psychological destruction and torture that she didn't even have time to heal her wounds.

How can she, who is so broken, let go of everything and accept a relationship again?

Even though so many bad things happened, she never relied on him psychologically, nor did she ask him for help. She always supported herself silently.

It was so intense that one almost forgot that she was only sixteen years old.

Although he loved her, he also hurt her.

Today, Ji Wuyuan suddenly realized that perhaps, the freedom she wanted was not the freedom to leave, but a spiritual indulgence and redemption.

So, along the way, she rescued many miserable, innocent, pitiful, yet helpless poor and weak people.

Isn't this redemption of the weak and suffering self in the past?

Perhaps, during the countless days of struggling in darkness, she also hoped that someone would appear and give her a hand.

However, after being disappointed so many times, I learned to rely on myself and no longer depend on others.

A breeze blew by, and a few crimson peach petals fell on Ji Wuyuan's black and gold-woven dragon-patterned sleeves.

Ji Wuyuan came back to his senses, picked up the peach petals, looked at the peach blossoms in the garden, and murmured softly: "Tang'er, the peach blossoms in the imperial garden are blooming..."

The metaphor he didn't say was: I miss you.

......

At that time, the apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River were covered with mist and rain.

The black-sailed boats under the bluestone bridge swayed and rocked, and the boatwoman's soft Wu dialect calls mixed with the fragrance of new tea drifted into the carved window lattices of the exquisite and quaint little building by the river.

Jiang Wantang was wearing a peach pink dress and sitting in front of the window on the second floor of the small building. She was carefully looking through and checking the account book in her hand.

Downstairs is a bustling and noisy street, with all kinds of hawking sounds coming like a tide:

"Selling buns, freshly baked meat soup dumplings..."

"Osmanthus candied lotus root, glutinous rice cake..."

"Ladies, come and take a look at the newly arrived embroidered silk from Jinzhou..."

"What a delicious scallion pancake—the lard is as thick as a copper coin!"

"..."

The aroma of various foods outside the window drifted around with the spring breeze, filling the streets.

However, Jiang Wantang, who was flipping through the account book, smelled the mixed smell outside and suddenly frowned.

Then, she quickly raised her hand to cover her lips, bent over and began to retch...

"Well..."

Seeing this, Cui'er, the little maid who was cleaning the table, quickly put down what she was holding and ran over, looking worried and anxious.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?!"

"But what's wrong with your body?"

"I'll go to our clinic and ask a female doctor to come and take a look at you..."