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Chapter 1255 I give her freedom

Chapter 1255 I give her freedom

"Ok."

Jiang Wan twitched her mouth speechlessly. She was a modern person after all, so her thinking was still modern.

In fact, in ancient times, it was common to have three wives and four concubines.

Perhaps in the emperor's heart, being able to give Fusang this position was already a favor to her.

"The queen must be from a wealthy family and she must help the emperor secure his throne."

Song Jiuyuan and Jiang Wan analyzed, "So no matter how much he loves Fusang, the most he can do is give her the status of a noble concubine."

"He will also become a living target in everyone's eyes."

Jiang Wan shook her head, "Entering the palace is really not something people do. It's hard to get a good night's sleep."

"Yes."

Song Jiuyuan suddenly felt lucky that he was just an idle prince, otherwise Wanwan would not look down on him.

Of course, for the sake of responsibility, it seems that he cannot be the only one like now.

The two chatted outside for a while, and after a while, Fusang saw the emperor out.

The emperor's face didn't look good, so it seemed that the two of them were not talking harmoniously.

"The common people send you your Majesty's Majesty and Princess."

Fusang had a dull look on her face, and Jiang Wan thought she was angry until the emperor left angrily and Song Jiuyuan chased after him.

Fusang took Jiang Wan's hand and said, "Thank you, Princess, I know you are thinking about me.

But I can't get you involved. Since he knows I'm in Jiuzhou, he must have spies keeping an eye on me. "

"You."

Jiang Wan felt extremely distressed, "Then what are your plans next? Do you want to go back to the palace with him?"

The emperor came here in person, presumably wanting to take Fusang back to the palace.

"I have pretended to be dead in the palace, and now I am free."

Fusang said this, a look of loneliness flashed across his eyes, "I only have one life.

If he takes me away by force, he will risk his life. "

"Don't say such things."

Jiang Wan covered her mouth, "Life is so precious, let's think of other ways."

"Princess, please tell Sang Tian not to come looking for me recently."

Fusang was worried that Sang Tian would be harmed, and it would be fine for her to be alone.

But she was afraid that this matter would affect the prince and princess, and she was filled with guilt.

"Okay, I will tell someone to tell her."

Jiang Wan nodded in agreement, then turned around and left. In the carriage, the emperor had a dark face and Song Jiuyuan accompanied him.

"Sister Huang, am I not good enough for her?"

The emperor showed his fragile side in front of Jiang Wan, and he no longer called himself me.

"Your Majesty, there is nothing right or wrong about feelings."

Jiang Wan was also helpless. Aren't relationships just full of frustrations?

But the difference in status between the two is so great that it is inherently difficult to achieve equality.

"She wants freedom, so I allow her to leave the palace once a month. She wants status, so I allow her the title of concubine."

The emperor rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, "Even her former Xingyue Tower ingredients were concealed by me.

Many people in the previous dynasty had objections to this, so how dare I make her my queen? "

As an emperor, he has indeed done a lot.

It's just something that an ordinary man can do, but he has to pay a big price to do it.

"Your Majesty, please take a moment."

Jiang Wan didn't know what to say, probably because she was a woman and couldn't empathize with him.

Song Jiuyuan, on the other hand, sympathetically handed the emperor a pot of fruit wine.

"Drink some."

"Ugh!"

The emperor took a sip of wine and leaned against the wall of the carriage. "Sister, do you think she will hate me if I forcefully take her back to the palace this time?"

He asked seriously, probably testing Jiang Wan's attitude.

Because he knew that Jiang Wan and Fusang had a good relationship, he might reveal some ideas to her.

Jiang Wan thought for a while, risking being bored by him, and said:

"Yes, maybe it will push her further and further away. If you take her away by force, it will only be counterproductive."

She was already aware of Fusang's attitude, so she conveyed it to him tactfully.

"I see."

The emperor gently closed his eyes, his eyes full of pain, "Sister Huang, I want to drink the porridge you made."

Although the identities of both parties had changed, he was also wary of Song Jiuyuan.

But in front of Jiang Wan, he could be as vulnerable as a child.

He really regarded Jiang Wan as a sister.

"Okay, I'll do it for you."

Jiang Wan finally relented and remembered the scene when she first met the emperor.

He was still a child at that time, but now he has grown into an emperor who can take charge of his own affairs.

Back at the palace, Song Jiuyuan arranged a residence for the emperor, while Jiang Wan went to the kitchen.

According to her request, Jiang Wan made porridge and side dishes, using high-quality ingredients.

Many of them were taken out of space.

Seafood abalone porridge with cold cucumber, Jiang Wan also made a few specialty side dishes.

When the dishes were served, Song Jiuyuan had already drank a small pot of fruit wine with the emperor.

"Stop drinking. Drinking too much is bad for your health. Let's have some porridge."

Jiang Wan walked over and sat down, while Chuntao packed and laid out the porridge Jiang Wan had prepared.

Song Jiuyuan and the emperor then came over and sat down together.

"Taste it."

The tenderness in Jiang Wan's eyebrows made the emperor feel a little dazed, and he was reminded of the scene when Jiang Wan went to bring him food.

At that time, he was still a down-and-out prince. If he hadn't met the couple, he might have been executed by his brothers long ago.

The emperor thought so, took a spoon and gently took a mouthful of porridge and put it in his mouth. It was as warm as ever.

There is the warmth of home.

He was on the verge of tears.

"Delicious."

Song Jiuyuan hasn't eaten anything made by Jiang Wan for a while.

He moved the chopsticks in his hand quickly, as if trying to grab something.

When the emperor saw this, he and Song Jiuyuan fought over it. Their childish behavior made Jiang Wan dumbfounded.

But she didn't say anything, but watched them eat silently.

She had already eaten some food when she came just now, so she wasn't too hungry.

The porridge stewed in the casserole was quickly snatched up by Song Jiuyuan and the emperor.

After finishing the supper, the emperor's mood improved a little and he no longer cared about the depression caused by fusang.

"It's still more comfortable to have the imperial sister around."

"But you can't be too greedy for this comfort."

Jiang Wan said somewhat disappointedly: "You have a different status now, and the people of Dafeng are pointing to you to live a good life."

"I know, Sister Huang."

The emperor sighed, "I am here mainly for business this time, as for Fusang.

I just figured it out, maybe she is also nostalgic for the free days outside.

Then I will give her freedom. If she wants to go back to the palace, she can go back with me. If she doesn't want to go back, she can just play outside.

But she will always be my concubine. When I get tired of playing, I will wait for her in the palace. "

He looked outside the wall with long eyes, "I hope she will see all the human scenery that I can't see."

It can be regarded as a different kind of understanding of people's sentiments.

Ask him to give Fusang to others, he can't do it.

"If you think so, Fusang must be very happy."

Jiang Wan didn't expect him to figure it out, and was quite happy for Fusang.

After running all the way here, Song Jiuyuan did not delay the emperor's rest, and quickly took Jiang Wan back to his small courtyard.

But early the next morning, everyone in the palace knew that the emperor was coming, and were hesitating whether to go and see him.

The emperor sat at their breakfast table like one of his own family and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Hasn't dinner started yet?"