Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

After breakfast, Cha Jiu asked his servants to prepare a carriage and prepared to enter the palace with Shen Beizhan to meet the emperor and empress to thank him.

Shen Beizhan put on a scarlet robe embroidered with silver tiger patterns, a white jade leather belt with gold patterns around his waist, a gilt crown to tie his hair, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He looked very energetic.

He strode forward with long boots, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a majestic air. He was like a sharp blade coming out of its sheath, coming at him with a sharp aura.

It's that beard all over his face that makes people feel a little... random.

Chajiu said, "Aren't you going to shave your beard?"

Shen Beizhan raised his eyebrows: "Why do you want to shave it off? Isn't it normal for men to have beards?"

In the borderlands, men are most beautiful with thick beards and wheat-colored skin.

How could he look like a young man in the capital, who was dressed in delicate skin and tender flesh, and was particular about jade-faced and fragrant clothes. The scent of those men's clothes would make him sneeze several times when he passed by.

Having a beard can also cover up the fragrance.

Shen Beizhan stared at Chajiu warily, fearing that she would act like a princess, so he forced him to shave off his beard.

However, Cha Jiu only mentioned it and did not continue.

Shen Beizhan breathed a sigh of relief and followed her into the carriage.

There was someone around last night, so Shen Beizhan didn't sleep well. Today, when he got on the carriage, he folded his arms and leaned against a corner and fell asleep.

Agarwood and Qingdai looked at each other, the former pouting dissatisfied and the latter looking helpless.

Only Cha Jiu was very calm, holding her cheek with one hand and flipping through her storybook to relieve her boredom.

The carriage arrived all the way outside the palace gate.

Shen Beizhan jumped down from the carriage and did not walk away immediately. Instead, he raised his strong arm and motioned for Cha Jiu to help him get down.

Cha Jiu was surprised at his attentiveness.

Shen Beizhan looked at her expression, pursed his lips slightly, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm just ungrateful, but it's not that I'm ungrateful. A man supports a woman, and a husband supports his wife. I understand all this."

Chajiu smiled, her delicate and pretty face was like a slowly blooming camellia, which was both inviolable and yearning for people.

Shen Beizhan felt the slender catkin she was holding on her arm. It was delicate, delicate, and softer than any golden satin he had ever used.

His face hidden under his beard blushed again.

Sure enough, there are benefits to having a beard.

When Cha Jiu came down, Shen Beizhan coughed lightly, mounted the tall horse led by the chamberlain, and galloped away in the corridor inside the palace gate.

The palace is vast and it takes a long time to go back and forth, so the emperor gave Shen Beizhan permission to ride on horseback.

This kind of glory is the only one shared by Shen Beizhan since the founding of the dynasty.

Shen Beizhan had to meet the emperor to thank him, and Cha Jiu also had to go to the Queen's Palace to get together.

Obviously the meeting only happened a few days ago, but the queen still couldn't help but blush when she saw her precious daughter.

"Ayuan, I've wronged you."

She held Cha Jiu in her arms, patted her shoulders like she did when she was a child, and spoke softly to comfort her.

The queen only had two children, one was the prince and the other was the princess Cha Jiu, so she loved this little daughter very much.

When the emperor proposed to marry Cha Jiu to Shen Beizhan, the queen was extremely reluctant.

It is true that the Shen family worked hard and made great achievements, but Shen Beizhan was poisoned and was in bad health. He was destined to be childless. With Cha Jiu married, how could he have a future?

No matter how much wealth and glory you have while alive, you will not have your own bloodline to continue in the world after death, and you will have to endure the ridicule from others behind your back...

Every time she thought of this, the queen felt like her heart was twisting in a knife.

Cha Jiu's green and delicate face has not yet faded away from its tenderness, but she has already said profound words seriously:

"I eat the emperor's salary and worry about the emperor. I am not only the daughter of the emperor, but also the minister of the emperor. I should share his worries. Besides, it is not a bad thing for me to marry into the Shen family. There are rumors about me in the capital, which is damaging. I have the honor of being a royal family, and now that I am married, I can put an end to those speculations."

The queen said: "Are you talking about the rumors that slander you for using the power of the princess to entangle Song Heng?"

"Exactly." Cha Jiu knew that these rumors were actually spread by Song Heng himself secretly.

While seducing the princess into falling, he pretends to be a noble widower.

It's disgusting.

The queen hesitated: "Ayuan, tell your mother honestly, are you really interested in Song Heng?"

Chajiu said frankly: "It was there before, but it is gone now. Since I am married to someone else's wife, if the general does not let me down, I will only have one person in my heart in this life."

The queen sighed softly: "This is also good. Although Song Heng is talented and has a bright future, he only thinks about his deceased wife, and there is also a daughter left by his deceased wife. Even if you marry as a princess, I'm afraid you will end up in the same situation. All trouble."

Chajiu chuckled and saw clearly: "Song Heng doesn't know how to honor the princess."

What Song Heng wanted most was a powerful position and his sweetheart.

Unlike Shen Beizhan, who had military exploits and the glory of his ancestors, if he married the princess, he would be destined not to climb to a high position in the court.

Therefore, Song Heng could only continue to rely on his father-in-law, the prime minister, and did not dare to marry again or take concubines. He could only pretend to be affectionate, which really made the prime minister who loved his daughter dearly think that he was deeply affectionate and moral. He has a good temperament and has always been strongly supported by the officialdom.

The queen is also a smart person. After Cha Jiu gave a little reminder, she quickly figured out the key and became dissatisfied with Song Heng.

The two mother and daughter talked about themselves for a long time. Seeing that it was getting late, the queen was willing to let Cha Jiu out of the palace.

……

Seeing the gentle sunshine and gentle breeze, Cha Jiu waved away the sedan chair and walked leisurely along the corridor of the palace gate.

Agarwood and Qingdai followed quietly.

"Your Highness." A clear male voice sounded like jade, elegant and gentle.

Agarwood and Qingdai saluted: "Master Song."

Song Heng nodded in return, looking as humble as jade and with extraordinary bearing. Even when facing servants whose status was inferior to his, he would not be disrespectful and ignore them.

Coupled with his unparalleled handsome appearance, how could he not be tempted by all the noble ladies in the capital, and how could he be so unwilling to fall?

I'm afraid if he takes the poisoned honey and asks the original body to eat it, the original body will not hesitate.

but.

Beauty tricks are useless here in Chajiu.

She always had a pure and happy smile in the past, and she was calm when facing Song Heng: "Is something wrong?"

Song Heng was a little surprised by her indifference.

But he soon figured it out, no matter who married a vulgar warrior who had no children, he would probably not be in a good mood.

The more times like this, the more he, Song Heng, has to use his considerateness to comfort the princess's heart, and use his gentlemanly demeanor to drive Shen Beizhan into the mud, so that the princess can continue to be used by him.

"Your Highness... did you sleep well yesterday?" Song Heng had a smile on his lips, but there was a slight sadness in his eyebrows.

This seemingly simple concern contained his loneliness for her missed appointment yesterday and his sadness for her wedding night.

Cha Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What does it have to do with you whether I sleep well or not? Just take care of your late wife's incense and spiritual tablets."

Song Heng was choked by these words, and the smile on his face was a little stiff.

He thought Cha Jiu was jealous, so he softened his voice even more: "Your Highness, can you take a moment to speak?"

He wanted to reject agarwood and indigo.

A burst of rapid hoofbeats came from far away. The tall horse was reined in by someone beside Cha Jiu and Song Heng. It raised its front hooves and neighed toward the sky.

Shen Beizhan sat firmly on the horse, holding the reins with one hand, looking down at the "well-matched couple" with cold eyes.