strictlysupreme Chapter 372 Her Majesty's Harem 311
Chapter 372 Her Majesty's Harem 311
Yan Jiu lay leisurely on the couch for the whole day.
The next morning, the stars were still twinkling in the sky. She got up and prepared to attend the morning court in order to keep the throne.
Song Yin received the news immediately and became anxious and confused.
"My lady, why did you get up on this dark, windy, and chilly night to listen to the noisy chatter of those ministers? It will not only affect your physical and mental health, but will also disturb the child in your womb."
Song Yin was extremely anxious. He quickly changed into his court clothes and hurried towards the emperor's bedroom.
"My wife." Song Yin lowered his voice, full of affection.
Yan Jiuliu's eyebrows were raised, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily: "Song Yin, you are so bold! Who gave you the courage to call me like that?"
The voice was cold as ice and majestic.
Song Yin didn't care about the Queen's wrath at all. He stepped forward and grasped Yan Jiu's cool and tender hand as if it were a treasure. He gently pressed it into his warm chest and said softly, "Don't worry, my lady. There are no outsiders here."
His eyes were full of affection, like a bottomless pool, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he and Yan Jiu were the only ones in the world.
Yan Jiu was speechless for a moment, and after a while he scolded: "...This has nothing to do with whether there are outsiders or not. You are committing treason. Don't call me like that."
Yan Jiu frowned slightly, her face filled with a mixture of helplessness and slight anger.
Song Yin didn't care at all. He took Yan Jiu into his arms and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own flesh and blood.
"My lady, don't be shy. Since we are husband and wife, you can call me husband."
His voice was deep and mellow, like the sound of an ancient temple bell, echoing in Yan Jiu's ears, carrying a hint of bewitching magic.
Yan Jiu was speechless again, feeling mixed emotions.
Song Yin's ability is unmatched in the entire dynasty. If he wants to be emperor, he will definitely be a king who can be supported by most court officials just by sitting on the dragon throne without wearing a dragon robe.
If she wants to sit firmly on the throne, she must take down Song Yin and make him manage the dynasty for her wholeheartedly instead of taking away her throne.
After a long moment, Yan Jiu sighed softly, "...Forget it, call me whatever you want. Just move aside and don't block me from attending court."
Although Yan Jiu's tone was still firm, it contained a hint of helplessness and compromise.
Song Yin hurriedly said, "My lady, you are pregnant now. You should rest and recuperate first. Why rush to attend court? I will carefully review the piles of memorials every day. Whenever there are important military and national affairs, I will organize them clearly and report them to you one by one. Why do you have to work so hard?"
His eyes were burning with love and pity, and his hands were like iron clamps around Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu's face was solemn, and he said resolutely, "I am the Son of Heaven. If I don't attend court, how can I rule the world? These vast mountains and rivers depend on me. How dare I slack off in the slightest?"
She held her head high and chest out. Although her figure was a little thin, she exuded an unquestionable imperial aura. However, her still young and pretty face was a little out of place compared to the majestic words.
Song Yin placed his hands gently on Yan Jiu's shoulders, walked slowly with her, and said slowly: "My lady, there is no need to work so hard. You are pregnant now, so you should take good care of yourself. Going to the morning court before dawn will really affect your body and mind. It is better to move the morning court to noon."
His eyes were always focused on Yan Jiu's face, full of concern.
After hearing Song Yin's words, Yan Jiu weighed them in his mind and felt that they made a lot of sense.
She doesn't have to go to the morning court early in the morning. She can also go to the morning court.
She is the emperor and she has the final say.
"That's quite right. Then let's postpone the morning court session a little bit."
When Song Yin saw Yan Jiu's sleepy yet relieved smile, it was as if the spring sun had broken through the ice, and his heart was filled with warmth.
He smiled and thought to himself: My wife looks sleepy, just like a delicate flower in spring, so lovable. The children she will give birth to in the future will surely be as cute and lovely as her.
"My lady, it's still early and chilly outside. I'll escort you back to your bedroom and get some rest. I'll send someone to inform the ministers that today's court session will be postponed until the afternoon."