But this touch—it’s only for her. My Empress Mother is so earnestly hoping for a grandson; should I still be taking precautions? If the old lady finds out, she’ll definitely have beaten black and blue.
But he couldn’t stand her pitiful, anxious gaze. Harvard, Harvard—those two words had been driving her to distraction lately. She was like a gambler, ready to go all in. After careful consideration, this was the quickest, most efficient, and most effective way to raise her "value." If she didn’t seize this opportunity, she would be a genuine fool.
"Fool, haven’t I told you? I guarantee you’ll pass the exam."
She was suspicious. "How can you guarantee that? You’re not the one writing the exam questions. I don’t believe you."
"If worst cos to worst, and you don’t get in this year, you can try again next year..."
She was utterly speechless. Did he think she was an eighteen-year-old college entrance exam candidate? If not this year, then next year; if not next year, then the year after... Generation after generation, ad infinitum. Eventually, even soone like old Mr. Fan Jin would pass the imperial exams, right?
He laughed heartily. "Xixi, don’t worry. When I say I have a way, I really do."
Only then did she reluctantly say, "Fine, I’ll get up and study now."
But he still held her. "Sleep a little longer. It’s the weekend, and it’s not even eight o’clock yet."
She snapped, "Who was it that said, ’Unless you can make money in bed, don’t stay in bed’?"
He roared with laughter, still holding her tight. Lazing in bed wasn’t his usual style, but alas, from then on, this king no longer attended morning court.
With a seductive vixen in his arms, who could possibly exert himself to govern diligently, toiling day and night?
Luckily, he wasn’t really an emperor. He was just a common man; if he lazed in bed a little longer, the people wouldn’t suffer destitution, nor would rivers of blood flow.
Of course, at most, soone might not get into university because of it.
He grinned mischievously.
「That night, Liu Daqing and her daughter also had a heart-to-heart talk.」
Indeed, the mother and daughter hadn’t been this close for many years. This was all thanks to the power of gossip. When won start gossiping, they forget the swift passage of ti.
"Mom, are you really satisfied with Yan Xixi?"
"What do you think?"
"Well, my attitude is neutral; I neither oppose nor approve. After all, I’m his older sister; it’s not my place to decide."
"If I told you I’ve never been truly satisfied either, do you think I have any other choice?"
"..."
Wan Dongi was very curious. "Mom, did you really prepare a red envelope? I’d forgotten about that. They’ve been together for over three years, and they still need a red envelope."
Liu Daqing opened the text ssage on her phone and handed it over. "See for yourself."
The text ssage had been sent during the day: "Mother Empress, your son and servant dares to ask a favor of you. Please respect our country’s customs and prepare a red envelope for your daughter-in-law, who is coming to your ho for dinner for the first ti. The thickness of the envelope doesn’t matter, but it absolutely must be there. I am eternally grateful for your great kindness."
Wan Dongi burst out laughing.
"Mom, this Donglin, how can he be so shaless? Logically, there’s no need for it at all. It’s not like they just t; it’s been years. Besides, he’s always troubling us to arrange this and that, making Yan Xixi study—what’s all this about? What kind of man chases a woman like this? Isn’t the cost too high? Mom, are you just going to let him ask for whatever he wants?"
"Do you think I want to ddle in his affairs? It’s not like I have a choice, is it?"
Wan Dongi disagreed. "What do you an, you don’t have a choice? If you really ignored Yan Xixi, I bet she wouldn’t be able to put on airs anymore. What right does she have to act all high and mighty in our house?"
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