coobybook Chapter 393: Self-righteous, ask again
Chapter 393: Self-righteous, ask again
"I dare not speak nonsense."
Zhen Huan was not so stupid that she really could not read the air, but she did not think that the emperor was angry with her. She only thought that he was angry with the author.
"No problem, just talk about it and I'll just listen."
Upon seeing this, the Emperor looked at Zhen Huan and spoke.
"In that case, let me tell you what I think."
"I think this person really didn't know that Yun would commit such a heinous crime when he wrote this collection of poems. If the emperor really wants to investigate this person's crime, wouldn't it make everyone feel insecure? This will make people think that the emperor cares too much about this matter, so he is holding on to it so tightly."
"I think it is enough to completely destroy these poetry collections and not allow them to circulate in the market."
Zhen Huan looked at the emperor with a smile on her face, her tone tentative.
She knew that the emperor was very angry, but she thought that for the sake of the emperor's reputation, it would be bad to keep holding on to this matter and let the world think that the emperor was too heartless and intolerant.
It would be better to let it go lightly, show the emperor's magnanimity, and let those who were frightened by the Yun incident feel at ease as soon as possible.
The emperor took back the poetry collection, looked down at the words on the cover, and spoke vaguely.
"That makes some sense. I'll think about it carefully."
Although he said this, the emperor was filled with deep dissatisfaction towards Zhen Huan.
After all, he himself cared a lot about this matter and hated people who wrote such poetry collections.
Even though Yun? was still Prince Dun when the author wrote this, he still believed that the other party was a complete villain at heart as he could write such a thing just to please his superiors.
Since he is a villain, why should he let him off easily?
He wanted to use his thunderous force to make these fence-sitters see clearly that this would be the end of those who dared to go against him.
As for Zhen Huan, she is just like her father, and indeed feels sympathy for those people he hates.
What? Do they think that I am a tyrant and the other party is an innocent and pitiful person?
The more the emperor thought about it, the more unhappy he felt, and his expression became even uglier.
Zhen Huan looked at the silent emperor and for a moment she didn't know whether she should say that.
But she was really doing it for the emperor's own good and didn't want him to do anything that would hurt his reputation.
In fact, what Zhen Huan said was not wrong. After all, Zhen Huan claimed that she was different from other concubines and she could give advice to the emperor.
Coupled with her father's words and deeds, she felt that since she was in such a special position, she could not just say things that the emperor liked to hear to please him like the concubines in the harem.
But the emperor did not think so. Even if he listened to some of Zhen Huan's suggestions, in the emperor's heart, Zhen Huan was still just a concubine, not a minister of his previous dynasty.
As a concubine, her first priority is to stand on the same front with him, rather than going against him. He doesn't need a loyal minister in the harem to remind him of his mistakes all the time.
"It won't be long before your canonization day comes. You should have a good rest. I will go to the Imperial Concubine to take a look."
The emperor didn't want to waste any more time talking to Zhen Huan. Since she shared the same idea as her father, it proved that everything Guaerjia Emin said was true.
After these words were spoken, Zhen Huan's face froze. She didn't expect that the Emperor would come to her palace at this time, and he would even go to the Imperial Concubine's palace. Isn't this a slap in her face?
But things had come to this point, and she had no ability to stop it, so she could only comfort herself that the emperor was just angry at the moment and couldn't figure it out.
After some time, when the emperor thinks it through, he will know that what he said was right.
Zhen Huan thought so confidently and was not too worried or afraid.
Here, the emperor came to Chengqian Palace with the collection of poems. As soon as he entered, he saw Fucha Zhixi practicing calligraphy with little Fuzhen.
The little guy's fingers are now strong enough that he can write by himself without the help of an adult.
Fu Cha Zhixi stood by and carefully guided the little one. The whole scene was warm and affectionate, which immediately relieved the emperor's depressed mood caused by Zhen Huan's answer.
"Is Fuzhen practicing calligraphy?"
The emperor smiled and stepped forward to ask.
"Greetings to the Emperor."
"Greetings to Emperor Ama."
The little fellow also jumped down from the chair with a baby voice and a stern face, and performed a standard salute to the emperor.
The emperor pulled Fucha Zhixi up with one hand and picked up the little guy with the other hand.
"Let me see how the training is going."
"It's just right, the emperor is here, so I can go and take a break."
Fu Cha Zhixi smiled and looked at the emperor and spoke.
"You."
"You're already a mother, but you still talk in such a naughty way."
The emperor looked at Fu Cha Zhixi lovingly and shook his head.
"I am indeed Fu Zhen's mother, but I am also Father's daughter, and the Emperor's concubine. Why can't I be like this?"
Fu Cha Zhixi retorted in strong disagreement.
"Just because I gave birth to Fu Zhen for His Majesty, does that mean I am no longer His Majesty's concubine?"
"I can't argue with you. You always have so many twisted ideas."
"But I like you like this."
The emperor smiled helplessly. He was always at a loss when facing Fu Cha Zhixi.
"Humph."
Fucha Zhixi snorted coquettishly.
Fu Zhen obediently continued to practice tracing and practicing calligraphy, ignoring the flirting between his father and mother.
After all, he has been seeing such scenes since he was born, so he no longer feels embarrassed or at a loss.
After the emperor accompanied Fu Zhen in practicing calligraphy for a while, Fu Cha Zhixi saw that it was time for the little guy to go to bed, so he asked Aunt Fangqiu to take him away.
"Why is the emperor here? If I remember correctly, the emperor went to Suiyuxuan today."
"You suddenly came to my palace. Could it be that you were driven out by Concubine Wan?"
Fu Cha Zhixi looked at the emperor and teased him with a smile.
"Could it be that I missed you and the child, so I came here specially?"
The emperor is no longer shocked by Fu Cha Zhixi's bold words. After all, he knows that the other party has no other intentions and is just speaking too bluntly.
"I don't believe it."
"But no matter what, I am very happy that the emperor can come to my place."
Fu Cha Zhixi first snorted to express his disbelief, but then changed the subject and said that he very much welcomed the emperor's arrival.
"I recently got a collection of poems. Take a look at it."
The emperor smiled helplessly, then handed the collection of poems in his hand to Fu Cha Zhixi and said.