12dz Chapter 526 The Tyrant's Little Palace Maid (7)
Chapter 526 The Tyrant's Little Palace Maid (7)
He would never speak first before she did; he'd rather stay as long as possible!
Feng Qingchen acted swiftly, and the next day when the ministers submitted their proposals for the selection of concubines, he agreed. This caused a great stir in both the court and the harem.
"Wangyou, His Majesty is going to hold a selection of concubines. Don't you have any thoughts?" Aunt Qiu asked tentatively.
"What could I possibly be thinking? Oh right, it's time to take Dafu for a walk." Wangyou found the little eunuch familiarly, took the dog leash from him, and happily went to walk the dog.
"Aunt Qiu, have you asked yet?" Grandpa Pan asked furtively.
"I asked."
"The results of it?"
"Nothing came of it; she went for a walk with Dafu," Aunt Qiu said expressionlessly.
"Sigh!" Eunuch Pan sighed. What a mess this is! One is clueless, while the other is hoping the other will. They, the servants, know very well what His Majesty thinks of Wangyou, but that's why they dare not do anything else.
Why is Wangyou so arrogant and free? It's all because His Majesty spoiled her. Now look what happened, she's brought this upon herself.
Wangyou didn't know what Aunt Qiu meant. Of course she knew, but she wasn't interested. The lychees that were delivered today were delicious. She wondered if she could eat the tyrant's plate tonight.
"Dafu, Dafu, slow down, I can't run anymore." This dog is too lively all day.
Upon hearing Wangyou's voice, Dafu obediently slowed down, taking advantage of the few days when there weren't many people around to stroll around. In a few days, once the imperial concubines entered the palace, she wouldn't be able to run around so freely anymore.
After walking Dafu, the dog, Wangyou, sneakily spotted a plate of lychees on the table. It then carefully reached out and gently touched the plate, eventually managing to put the entire plate in its own hands.
The plate disappeared in the next second. "Aunt Qiu said you ate a plate today. Aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache if you eat any more?"
"Don't worry, I'm very healthy. I've basically never been sick in my life."
The tyrant tried to refute it, but found it to be true; he had been sick more often than this girl.
"You can't eat too much of that, save it for tomorrow."
"It won't be fresh tomorrow, so just let me eat it."
"What am I supposed to do with you!" Feng Qingchen sighed and handed the lychee to Wangyou.
"What did Your Majesty say?"
"It's nothing, eat slowly, don't choke. Would you like some snacks?"
"I want to eat." Wangyou rubbed her empty stomach from walking the dog and nodded decisively.
Before long, the snacks and tea were served.
Wangyou sat directly on the soft couch to the side, eating and reading a storybook at the same time, her posture even more elegant than that of the emperor.
Feng Qingchen remained silent, but fortunately, he had gotten used to it. So, one handled official business, and the other read his storybook, without disturbing each other.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Qingchen noticed that the eating sounds had stopped. He put down his pen and looked over at Wangyou, and sure enough, she had already fallen asleep.
"I just want to know if you are the emperor and I am the emperor." Feng Qingchen muttered to himself, then resignedly carried the person back to the room.
Two days later, the grand selection of concubines began. The three remaining concubines in the harem had barely even seen the Emperor, and now they were being selected for him. They were certainly not happy about it.
However, there was no other way. The Empress Dowager was initiating this selection process, and the Emperor also needed to continue his lineage. This selection was an inevitable trend, and no one could stop it.
The most noteworthy point is that Fang Miaomiao is also among those selected for this talent show. Feng Qingchen will not choose Fang Miaomiao, but it is certain that he will use Fang Miaomiao's inner thoughts to eliminate some unstable factors.
When the imperial concubine selection process reached its final stage, only those who were willing to enter the palace, those who did not want to enter the palace but wanted to become officials, or those who had someone they loved were released.
In the end, only a few remained, but they were all women from respectable families and of good character.
With everything settled, the Empress Dowager still wanted her niece from her maternal family to become Empress, but she was eliminated in the second round. Moreover, the tyrant had no intention of appointing an Empress.
Wangyou's life hasn't changed much. If there's any change, it's probably that there are a lot more people trying to bribe her. With her meager conscience, Wangyou suggested to the tyrant who he should choose to serve him in bed.
When Feng Qingchen first found out, she was furious and cursed Wangyou for being heartless. But after it happened so many times, she became numb and just let Wangyou do as she pleased.
After all, his anger didn't affect Wangyou at all; in fact, she even took over all the work in the Imperial Household Department.
Then the concubines in the harem started giving Wangyou money more and more frequently, and they would always save some of the good things for her, which she never refused.
Later, seeing Feng Qingchen's dark face, Wangyou realized that she had gone too far and, for once, had a change of heart, so she stopped accepting bribes from the harem.
However, not long after, good news came from the palace: several of the concubines had become pregnant.
Without a word from others, Feng Qingchen was the first to breathe a sigh of relief. Now she was finally free from being forced to visit the harem so often.
Pregnant in October and giving birth once.
Feng Qingchen had three sons and one daughter within a year.
"Your Majesty, did you secretly use that fertility pill?" Wangyou asked quietly.
"No, those pills for conceiving sons and daughters have been used by my people to develop animal husbandry. The rest can be used on stubborn prisoners," Feng Qingchen said with a smile.
"Your Majesty is truly remarkable, having four children all at once."
"Knowing I have a child, you should stop your private actions. I don't really want to visit the harem so often," Feng Qingchen said with a hint of helplessness.
"I know, it's because I was worried about you because the ministers kept saying you didn't have an heir. Now that you have a child, why should I worry?"
"Then should I thank you?"
"If Your Majesty truly wishes to express your gratitude, I am not opposed to accepting it."
"Dream on!" Feng Qingchen wanted to flick her forehead hard to teach her a lesson, but in reality, the flicking motion was not even as good as a tickle.
"Then I'll give you a gift."
"How strange that you would think of sending me a gift."
"Am I such an ungrateful person?" Wangyou asked incredulously.
What do you think?
"Hehe, Your Majesty, look at this. This is a repeating crossbow I designed, which can be used for siege warfare. This is a model I made." Wangyou ran back to her room, grabbed a stack of blueprints and a box, and then ran back to say this.
"How about I put you in the Ministry of Works? Your abilities far surpass those of the people in the Ministry of Works," Feng Qingchen blurted out after looking at the blueprints and models, but he immediately regretted it.
"No, I only like doing it occasionally. I'd go crazy if I had to do it every day," Wangyou refused repeatedly.
Feng Qingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then carefully examined the blueprints. When she encountered something she didn't understand, she would ask Wangyou for help. The atmosphere between the two was unusually harmonious.
Having learned of the power of this formidable weapon, Feng Qingchen immediately summoned the Minister of Works and others for a talk.
Feng Qingchen didn't take credit for Wangyou's work, saying it was Wangyou's design, and his expression was even a little proud, which made the ministers' eyes hurt.