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Ji Yang's violent aura slowly eased again, "My beloved concubine always thinks of me all the time, I am very touched, my beloved concubine, please take a good rest, I have sent someone to send me some tonics, my beloved concubine should also take good care of them."

Li Fei looked at the eunuchs standing behind him, each holding a plate with precious tonics on it, and felt proud in her heart.

The emperor still cares about her the most.

What does Jiang Yunqing count for?

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Li Fei pursed her lips and smiled.

"Then I will leave first." Ji Yang said a few more words, put his hands behind his back, turned around and left with Jiang Yunqing

"Your concubine will see you off." Li Fei said as if she was about to get up, looking sick.

"No need." Ji Yang hurried forward and covered her with the quilt again, whispering, "Take good care of her. If outsiders don't take good care of her, I will be the first to not forgive them."

Li Fei's heart was like being filled with honey, she looked at him affectionately, her cheeks flushed, and nodded shyly.

The two left.

Outside the door.

Jiang Yunqing and Ji Yang walked side by side, with a gentle and virtuous smile on her face. As they walked, she said, "Your Majesty, don't worry too much. I believe that after taking the elixir made by the Taoist priest, Concubine Li will get better soon."

"Of course." Ji Yang smiled, "I believe it too."

Jiang Yunqing glanced at him with a sneer in her eyes. The next moment, her face froze. Ji Yang said, "Let's go. I'll stay in the Queen's bedroom today."

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Chapter 473 The Incompetent Emperor (7)

Jiaheng Palace.

As soon as Ji Yang entered, Ji Chen ran over with his short legs, hugged his thighs, and raised his head, "Father, where have you been?"

"Chen'er, don't be so rude." Jiang Yunqing frowned, "Stand up properly and talk to your father."

If Ji Yang was in a good mood, it would be fine. If he was not, he would say he was rude.

When he was the King of Qing, he didn't pay attention to the rules with her. Since he became the emperor, he felt that he was the supreme ruler and could not be violated.

To be honest, compared to that, she really doesn't want to be the queen.

Ji Chen looked at his mother with a gloomy expression.

"No problem." Ji Yang put his hand on his head and bowed his head, "My son, have you finished your homework today?"

Ji Chen shook his head and said in a soft and tender voice, "I don't understand what the master said."

"Then why don't you let the master explain it again?" Ji Yang asked again.

"The master said that I didn't understand it after that, but the emperor understands, and the emperor can teach me." Ji Chen said as a matter of course.

"Chen'er." Jiang Yunqing looked at him who was becoming more and more rude, and emphasized his tone again.

"The emperor said that the son can ask for advice, and he will study with the son." Ji Chen said and looked at Jiang Yunqing, with expectation in his eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Yunqing's eyes were full of emotions.

Ji Chen longed for his father's love.

Ji Yang rarely cared about him, but she didn't know how long this would last, and she was also afraid that he would anger Ji Yang.

"Yes, I'll go with you." Ji Yang laughed and took his hand and walked inside.

"Yeah." Ji Chen nodded heavily, very happy.

"What did the Grand Tutor teach you today?"

"The poem by Chen Du, a great poet of the Shen Dynasty, praised the prosperity of the Shen Dynasty. The Grand Tutor said that the emperor of the Shen Dynasty was benevolent and loved the people, and was loved by the people."

"Oh? Then tell me, how is the benevolent and loving the people?" Ji Yang raised his sword eyebrows and threw a question.

Jiang Yunqing looked at the big and small figures, and his almond eyes unconsciously completed the soft crescent.

"Empress." Juhong whispered on the side, "Do you want to prepare cakes?"

"I'll go." Jiang Yunqing turned and walked out, quietly closing the door. The low voices inside continued to come out, and from time to time, the laughter of the father and son came.

The group walked to the kitchen.

"Since returning from the sacrifice to heaven, the emperor has paid much attention to the empress and the eldest prince. It's all spread in the palace. This..."

"Juhong." Jiang Yunqing interrupted her.

Juhong's smile faded and she lowered her head. "It was the servant who talked nonsense. I am happy for the empress."

In this palace, women have to rely on the favor of men to survive. In the past, the palace looked down on them, Jiaheng Palace, but now they can be proud of themselves.

"Chen'er has been working hard on his homework recently. I think the emperor is also trying to encourage him. I am also very happy." Jiang Yunqing took over her words.

As for Ji Yang, it is no longer important to her.

Jiang Yunqing looked at the red walls and yellow tiles, and a sense of depression and heaviness rose in her heart. She felt helpless and very sad.

Now, there is no choice but to play this role well.

Juhong nodded and said no more.

Jiang Yunqing made the cakes and brought them to Ji Chen, who had just finished his homework. She knocked on the door and went in. She was really surprised to see that the other party was sitting on Ji Yang.

"Put more force on the pen." Ji Yang lowered his head, put his hand on Ji Chen's small hand, and helped him write the last stroke together, "Only in this way can the words you write have spirit."

"Mother, look at what I wrote." Ji Chen saw Jiang Yunqing coming in, and then smiled, looking for credit.

"Did Chen write it by himself, or did your father write it with you?" Jiang Yunqing smiled and walked over.

"Your father and your son wrote it together." Ji Chen replied crisply.

Ji Yang's big hand was on his head again, and he smiled happily.

"It's crystal red bean cake." Ji Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, and his chubby hand was about to reach out.

Just as he was about to reach out, Jiang Yunqing looked at his expression. The other party pursed his lips and didn't say anything. His hand stopped in mid-air and stuck out his tongue, looking greedy, "Mother, I want to eat."

"Then what should you do?" Jiang Yunqing asked again.

"Wash your hands."

"Go ahead."

Ji Chen slipped off Ji Yang, and Ju Hong walked towards him with a small basin. He washed his hands and said, "Father, you come too."