princess regent lifted from her grave

Inside the palace

After Ye Lijue and Mu Fengyan learned the news, they were also very happy. It seemed that the Eighth Emperor brother's marriage was about to be put on the agenda.

Ye Lijue then ordered Qingyun to ask Mr. Li from Qintian Prison to divine an auspicious day. The sooner the better.

Mu Fengyan heard Ah Jue's explanation and suggested with a smile: "Let Mr. Zhou from the Etiquette Department also make preparations."

"Yan'er, don't worry. Master Zhou started preparations a year ago, but Miss Yun suddenly left the Holy Capital City, and Brother Eight Emperors made no progress, so they put it on hold. Now we just need to continue preparations."

Mu Fengyan nodded slightly, but gossip was already burning in her eyes, and she asked aloud: "Ajue, why did the Eighth Emperor suddenly figure it out?"

"He discovered his feelings a year ago, but unfortunately it was a step too late. Miss Yun left the Holy Capital City. Qing Feng said that after the Eight Emperors finished reviewing the memorial, he would often be alone in a daze. Sometimes he would giggle, and sometimes he would feel sad. Qing Feng was so frightened that he piled all the memorials on his desk, not giving him a chance to think wildly. At that time, I knew what Brother Eighth Emperor was thinking."

Mu Fengyan chuckled when she heard this. No wonder Ah Jue was very free at that time and often flew kites with her daughter. It turned out that Qing Feng had left all government affairs to the Eight Emperors.

Ah Jue knew the reason, but did not tell Qing Feng. Qing Feng was afraid that the Eighth Emperor Brother would have random thoughts, so he handed over all the memorials to the Eighth Emperor Brother for processing.

Ye Jinhan and Ye Xihong, who were sitting next to the two of them and had been tasting space fruits, listened to the conversation between their father and mother. Ye Jinhan's eyes like black grapes looked back and forth, and finally jumped out of their seats. Chair, she ran to her small desk with her calves, opened a delicate and beautiful wooden box, took something out of it, and ran back again.

Seeing this, Ye Lijue directly hugged her daughter into her arms and asked with a smile in her eyes: "Han'er, what is this?"

A milky voice suddenly came: "Father, is this Miss Yun you told your mother about?" Ye Jinhan unfolded the paper in his hand, and a portrait of a woman suddenly came into view.

Mu Fengyan, who was sitting aside, glanced at her and asked with a smile: "Han'er, how come you have a portrait of Miss Yun?"

"Because the Eighth Emperor was smiling stupidly at this portrait, Han'er was worried that there might be another problem here, so she secretly hid the portrait."

While Ye Jinhan was speaking seriously, he pointed at his little head. His serious look made Mu Fengyan and Ye Lijue laugh.

Ye Lijue chuckled lightly. He knew about this. The Eighth Emperor brother was anxiously looking for a portrait that day. He said it was very important. He asked Qing Feng to help him search for it, but to no avail. The son hid secretly.

Ye Jinhan thought that his father and mother did not realize the seriousness of the matter, so he continued to say seriously with a serious face:

"Father, the Eighth Emperor not only giggles, but also feels very sad at times. I feel so sad even when I look on."

Then Ye Jinhan's serious face changed, and he said happily: "However, father, emperor and mother, there is no need to worry, I have already solved this matter, and the Eighth Emperor has never giggled again."

Mu Fengyan held back her smile and asked, "How did you solve it?"

Ye Jinhan explained seriously in a childish voice: "I hid this painting first, and then asked my brother to draw many portraits of me, and then placed them in the eighth emperor's bedroom. The eighth emperor saw it when he opened his eyes. I am naturally happy..."

Mu Fengyan finally couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed out loud. It seemed that the Eighth Emperor brother had long known that his portrait had been taken away by Han'er.

Ye Xihong, who was sitting aside, continued to enjoy the space fruit. He had already known about the Eighth Emperor. At this time, he just wanted to go to his mother's space to continue practicing swordsmanship. He liked the Red Phoenix Sword very much, but Unfortunately, he is too young now and has difficulty holding it, so he can only practice with other sharp swords first.

My sister doesn't like the Red Phoenix Sword, but prefers the Guqin. Under the guidance of her mother, she has made great progress.

But what made him even more happy was that his mother began to teach them poison techniques in person. In the future, he and Han'er would study poison techniques without having to hide it from his mother.

At this time, Mu Fengyan stopped smiling and said to her daughter:

"Han'er, the woman in this portrait is the one that your Eighth Prince likes. The reason why your Eighth Prince is looking at this portrait is because he misses the person in this portrait. If they get married, will you still be there in the future? I need to call her Auntie Huang."

Ye Jinhan nodded as if he understood, but was a little worried. The Eighth Emperor's uncle couldn't help but giggle when he looked at the portrait. Would he be even more stupid if he faced Aunt Huang all day long...

However, it doesn't matter, she can prepare a decoction for the Eighth Emperor, which will ensure that the Eighth Emperor's illness will be cured.

Ye Jinhan's worried heart immediately dropped, and she began to sit in her father's arms and chat with him and her mother. She always had a way to make her father and mother happy, and then she glanced at her father who was still enjoying the fruit. The prince's brother withdrew his gaze. It seemed that the prince's brother could not count on making his father, the emperor and his mother happy...

next day

Since King Xiu entered the imperial study room with a cheerful face, he attracted frequent glances from Qing Feng and Qing Yun.

The two of them looked at each other and suddenly felt that King Xiu today... was not normal.

The smile on King Xiu's face has never disappeared since he was in the court hall. Now that he has retired from the court, the smile on the corner of King Xiu's mouth is even worse. It seems that as the emperor said, good things are coming for King Xiu.

After Ye Lijue sat down on the dragon chair, he glanced at the Eighth Emperor Brother and then looked away. He was really blind.

King Xiu took a sip of tea, suppressed his smile, then turned to look at Ye Lijue and said:

"Brother Nine Emperors, Miss Yun and I have expressed our feelings. Miss Yun is willing to marry me. I have asked the housekeeper to start preparations..."

Ye Lijue saw that the Eighth Emperor brother was so happy that he started to talk incoherently. He thought deeply, was he like this when he married Yan'er? Then he denied his thoughts. He would never be as stupid as Brother Eight Emperors at that time. He didn't notice that Qing Feng and Qing Yun started to hold back their laughter.

Ye Lijue interrupted:

"Brother Eight Emperors, I have asked Mr. Li from Qin Tianjian to divine a good and auspicious day. Once the date is determined, I will issue a decree to grant the marriage."

"Also, Mr. Zhou of the Ministry of Rites has also begun to prepare for the wedding. You only need to ask the housekeeper to clean up Prince Xiu's palace. Everything else will be planned by the Ministry of Rites. I have informed Mr. Zhou in advance and asked him to follow the highest standards of the prince system. According to the specifications, I will be engaged and married."

King Xiu was deeply moved when he heard this. He quickly stood up, cupped his hands in front of Ye Lijue and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ye Lijue raised his eyes and glanced at the Eighth Emperor Brother who was so polite, and his voice was as cold as ever:

"Is it possible that Brother Eight Emperors is about to get married, so he will become estranged from me?"

King Xiu was stunned when he heard this, and then a sincere smile appeared on his face:

"What are you talking about, Ninth Emperor Brother? Aren't you so moved by the Ninth Emperor Brother that you can't help yourself?"

Ye Lijue's thin lips curled up slightly, and the Eighth Emperor brother knew the joke. He immediately picked up the folded portrait from the dragon table and handed it over: "Give this to you."

"This is this?" After King Xiu took it, he immediately started to check it out. When he saw it was Yun Xiwan's portrait, he chuckled and said with certainty: "Han'er took it away?"

"Well, she is worried that you will become stupid if you keep looking at the portrait and giggling."