Back then, pushing Su Xingqiao onto the throne was really because they had no other choice. So many years have passed since, and the world is peaceful. If there were a more suitable candidate, Han Jing wouldn’t want Su Xingqiao to continue being so unhappy.
Su Yaogeng nodded: "You should talk to him properly. Qiao’er is a good Emperor, but his temperant is ultimately too straightforward. Being an Emperor, the responsibilities are too heavy, there are so many things beyond his control that require balance. The matter of establishing an Empress or choosing concubines, though it’s his personal affair, is a national matter as well. If he truly does not wish to do so, he should at least start preparing, whether to adopt, or find another capable person to take over the throne, plans must be made early."
"There are so words I am not in a position to say to him. Since you are back, talk to him well." Although Su Yaogeng is in the Capital City, she is ultimately Su Xingqiao’s aunt. From her position, if she says too much, it would be interfering with politics. Even if Su Xingqiao does not mind, if it reaches the ears of the interested, it will cause a disturbance.
Han Jing replied: "I understand, Mother, you haven’t had lunch yet. I’ll ask Aunt Xi to bring so food over, you rest for a while, and think over what I’ve said!"
Han Jing winked at Su Yaogeng before standing up.
Su Yaogeng gave her a reproachful glance and smiled helplessly.
Neither of them noticed there was soone standing outside the door, silently watching them.
Han Jing returned to the hall, where Xiao Xue was still eagerly eating. Lianwu was quietly serving her food, with servants occasionally bringing in more dishes.
Han Jing went over and sat down next to Xiao Xue, glancing at her: "Haven’t you had enough? How much have you eaten?"
Xiao Xue burped: "Uh, Mother, I’m full, but there’s still so much delicious food, hic, it would be wasted if I don’t eat it!"
Lianwu handed her a cup of water.
Han Jing rubbed her forehead, looking at Lianwu: "I say, respected Ghost King, you are the Ghost King, you can’t be spun around by a little child. She wants to eat and you really let her eat? If she becos round and can’t get married, what would you have do?"
Lianwu looked at Han Jing with utmost composure: "What does getting round have to do with not being able to marry? She said she lost too much blood, and only by eating more can she replenish, otherwise she would be weak."
Han Jing twitched her mouth: "You believe her? Three drops of blood a day, how is she weak? Her figure is a woman’s capital. If she keeps being unable to control her mouth, she really won’t be able to marry! I’ll have to support her for a lifeti!"
She’s really about to be driven mad by their little foodie maid, where did she inherit this from, eating so much, look at those empty plates on the table, a five-year-old child ate more than two adults, if she keeps eating like this, it’s no wonder she’ll beco round! The key is, eating so much, can she digest it?
Xiao Xue stared at Han Jing with a look of grievance, pouting: "Mother, are you starting to dislike ?"
Han Jing: "I don’t dislike you, dear, but your future husband will definitely dislike you. If you keep getting fatter, when you grow taller, you’ll beco tall and big, and your husband certainly won’t be able to lift you. So, baby, are you planning not to get married?"
"I can lift her."
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