C22 (2/2)

Wei Zhao was even more at a loss, but she was able to grasp the main point. ”I'm your daughter. Am I the kind of daughter who, like the common people, are your children?”

”No. You were born to me.”

Nani? Wei Zhao's mouth was agape, his lips moving, but he didn't know how to organize his thoughts. ”Can men also have children?” After saying so, she sized up the emperor who was sitting in front of her. With this kind of intelligence … he couldn't be a fake, right? On the other hand, there were those in the market who would pass themselves off as the Elementary Scholars or High Scholars. But if they were to pass themselves off as the emperor, then wasn't this a bit too audacious?

Emperor Qing He choked. His expression was no longer as beautiful as before. He looked at Wei Zhao quietly, and then said at a moderate pace, ”You were born to your mother and me.”

Just think about it, even if you could put the snake spirit's face on a bear, it would definitely be more frightening than tempting. However, there was one benefit of the Du Family. She was very good at teaching and training for the sake of Wei Zhao.

The Du Family only had one wish. They hoped that their child could live a good life wherever he went.

Du Su had also once discussed with Wei Zhao about whether they should obediently cooperate with him after he was kidnapped, or cry and make a fuss to find their mother? Although a crying child has milk, but it is in front of the mother to cry, you can cry in front of a dog to try.

Therefore, when the emperor said she was his birth, Wei Zhao only let out an ”oh” in ignorance.

”Good child, you have to call us royal father from now on.” Qing He capital had made preparations for a big fight with Wei Zhao, but Wei Zhao readily agreed. He thought that perhaps he was still young and didn't know what his parents wanted him to do.

In August of the 25th year of Qing He's reign, Emperor Qing He and the Third Princess stood in the imperial court. They praised the Princess, saying, ”You are filial and filial, and your character is noble. I bow to you.”

The official then kowtowed three times, and said, ”Long live the princess!”

The princess was dressed in a yellow robe with six phoenixes. Her voice was clear and melodious as she raised her hand slightly, ”Exempt.” Her posture was clear and graceful, giving her the appearance of a pine tree.

The Du Family's background couldn't even be compared to the Ji Family's, and she didn't envy Ji Quan and Ji Ming much. They dressed better than her, and ate better than her, but what could that mean? I don't mind my mother being ugly, and I don't mind my family being poor.

Wei Zhao was quite calm as he sat cross-legged on the dragon bed, deep in thought. According to the rules, the princes and princesses had to live in the East Palace of the harem. The East Palace wasn't exclusive to the crown prince.

The imperial palace of Yan Country couldn't be considered large compared to the previous dynasties, but it wasn't small either. The entire Eastern Palace was made up of dozens of palaces, and was currently being renovated.

”There are a lot of unsatisfactory places in there. I'm having some people work on them right now. Hmm, do you like to spend a little more or do you like to spend a little more trees?”

”There are more trees.”

”Why?” Emperor Qinghe was probably too bored to keep asking questions like a curious baby when he met her.

”More trees, cool in summer.” Wei Zhao pitied him a bit. How could common sense work like this? There were trees in every house in the countryside, but he had never seen anyone growing flowers like an egg.

Since the East Palace was currently cultivating, Wei Zhao was staying in the emperor's chambers.

The palace was smaller than the imperial study. It was divided into an inner and outer room. Wei Zhao stayed in the inner room, while the emperor slept in the outer room.

In the past, the children of the imperial palace were all little radishes with delicate tempers. Sometimes, they would even not buy the debt of their father. At that time, Emperor Qing He would only comfort himself and grow up. By the time Wei Zhao arrived, Emperor Qinghe had no idea how he was supposed to be his father.

After dinner, he asked Wei Zhao if he wanted to take a nap, and seeing her nod, he told him to bring him to his bedroom.

There was a palace maid in the palace. When Wei Zhao entered, these people all kneeled down, scaring her to a halt. Fortunately, she only stopped when Officer Zheng helped her sit upright before giving her a lecture, nothing more than attending to the princess.

The two palace maids at the front took off her shoes one on the left and one on the right, helping her put down her tent. The one on the left, a young girl wearing a light pink palace dress, softly asked, ”Does the princess need a servant to accompany her?”

Wei Zhao shook his head. After the tent was put down, the spacious dragon bed formed its own room. It looked like a small room, although it was called an inner room. However, it was not at the back of the outer room, but at the east side of the outer room.

Mr. Qian returned home and hurriedly went to the palace.

Emperor Qinghe received him with a face full of happiness.

Mr. Qian was worried about both the fear of Wei Zhao's death and the conflict between father and daughter when they met. With his understanding of Wei Zhao, he knew that he wasn't the type to suffer a loss if he swallowed his anger.

Seeing how calm the emperor was, the old man finally felt at ease.

”Thank you, Imperial Tutor, for these past few months!” Now that Emperor Qing He was satisfied, he naturally didn't forget to praise the meritorious officials. For Wei Zhao to be so 'considerate' in accepting his father as Emperor Qing, Mister Qian had to be grateful.

”It is all thanks to His Majesty's deep blessings. Your Highness' heart is filled with emotions, and this subject does not dare to claim credit.” The old man was quite modest.

As the duo was discussing the matter of Wei Zhao, Official Zheng came into the hall to report, ”Beauty Li and Beauty Wang requests to see Your Highness.”