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

"Meow~"

Chajiu saw that Zongyue was still a little depressed, so she jumped out of his arms and ran to the bushes nearby, sticking her butt out and turning around.

Zongyue watched her movements curiously: "What are you looking for?"

After Cha Jiu pulled for a long time, he finally pulled out the golden Cuju that rolled into the bushes but was not found by Xiao Yun, and brought it to Zong Yue.

Zongyue raised his eyebrows: "You want me to play with you?"

Chajiu glanced at him and wagged his tail.

——Wrong, I am playing with you.

Since you are the son of luck, I can reluctantly give you the treatment that Xiaoyun does not have.

Zongyue picked up the Cuju, and when he saw the cat's innocent look, he started to tease it.

He deliberately hid the little Cuju in his big palm and pretended to throw the ball.

Following his movements, Chajiu's head drew a semi-arc in the air, looked at the air for a while, and then turned back to look at him.

Zongyue blinked: "I threw it away, go pick it up."

Chajiu: "..."

Forget it.

Chajiu curled his lips and rushed towards the empty grass, pretending to be busy, looking around for the Cuju that hadn't been thrown out.

Then he returned to Zongyue. The cat's eyes were blank, as if he was saying:

Where did you throw it? Why can't I find it?

After repeating this little game several times, Cha Jiu was out of breath and lay down at Zong Yue's feet.

Zong Yue could no longer suppress the smile on his lips and rubbed her little head: "What a silly cat."

Chajiu, whose hair was rubbed into a mess, said: "..."

You're not bad either, silly prince.

Fortunately, Zong Yue's mood finally improved visibly.

He hung the cleaned amber pendant back on Chajiu's neck.

"Wear this pendant. If you get lost in the future, I will have to rely on this necklace to identify you."

Zongyue said half-jokingly.

……

When Song Hui dared to attack Cha Jiu, he had already touched Zong Yue's back.

Although Zong Yue did not execute him, he ordered his right hand to be cut off and he and Xiao Wei rushed back to the south of the Yangtze River.

He also took back all the real estate, shops, and other properties given to the Wei family in Jiangnan, so that the little Wei family could have a taste of what it would be like to live without the protection and help of the palace.

Xiao Wei returned to Jiangnan with her disabled son, and found that her wealth had been lost, her life was in embarrassment, and she fell completely into despair.

As for Song Zhili, Zong Yue had long seen through her hypocrisy.

"I can give you two choices. One, enter the palace and become His Majesty's concubine. Two, go back to Jiangnan and never enter the capital."

Zong Yue sat in his seat, looking indifferently at Song Zhili who was kneeling on the ground.

Song Zhili had all kinds of thoughts flying in her heart, and he hesitated on how to speak: "I..."

"You only have one chance to make a choice, so don't say those noble and beautiful words." Zongyue mercilessly exposed her poor acting skills for wanting to act.

Song Zhili bit her lip and finally confessed her ambition: "I want to enter the palace."

If you can't marry the regent, then marry the emperor.

It is still unclear whose hands this world will ultimately fall into, but if she returns to Jiangnan, she will never have the chance to be above ten thousand people.

Zongyue said with a sarcastic smile: "I hate hypocritical fools more than greedy people."

Song Zhili happened to have all three.

Her face turned red and white.

That night, Zongyue sent Song Zhili to the palace.

The little emperor only thought that Zong Yue had sent an eyeliner to his side, and his attitude towards Song Zhili was not enthusiastic. He finished half a cup of tea, picked up his pants and left in a hurry.

He was even more infatuated with the beauty Lin who was sent by his grandfather's Lin family.

The beautiful woman Lin had a hot figure and was even more charming in bed, which made him very addicted.

During this period, the emperor fought fiercely every night, almost to the point where he drank deer blood and ginseng soup to replenish his energy at a young age.

When the news came back to the Regent's Palace, Zong Yue was painting Cha Jiu's portrait.

It was late winter, and it was rare to get a day of warm sunshine, so Chajiu lay under the pear tree to bask in the sun to get rid of the cold.

Zongyue saw her snow-white ball nestled in the golden leaves, her hair shining softly, like a soft and delicious sweet-scented osmanthus cake. He became interested and brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the pavilion to paint for her.

Several winter butterflies flew around Chajiu, as if teasing her, and stopped on the top of her head and the tip of her nose from time to time.

Cha Jiu was made to sneeze several times by the powder on the butterfly.

She was about to stretch out her paw to wave away the butterfly, but she heard a deep magnetic voice sounding from the Octagonal Pavilion: "Don't move."

Chajiu made a movement and his claws stopped in mid-air.

"Meow~" Are you ready? I’m tired of raising my hands!

Zongyue was amused by her cute appearance, and quickly added the last few strokes, and a lifelike picture of a cat playing with a butterfly was completed.

"Okay, put your hands down."

The sun was no longer shining on Chajiu, so he ran over and threw himself into Zongyue's arms, asking him to hold her and look at the freshly painted paintings.

Zongyue's brushwork is very delicate, vividly depicting the lazy and noble spirit of the cat when lying down, and the cuteness of the cat when it flutters at the butterfly.

And it is very realistic. Anyone who sees this painting will recognize that it is the same cat when they see Cha Jiu again.

Cha Jiu nodded with satisfaction.

Zong Yue said: "There is still one last step left."

Chajiu: "Meow?"

After saying that, Zongyue picked up Cha Jiu's cat paw, dipped it in paint, and pressed a small plum blossom mark on the painting.

He smiled: "This is complete."

"Meow." Chajiu calmly applied the paint from his claws to the sleeves of Zongyue's robe.

Yun An came through the corridor with a serious face and reported the news in the palace.

There is nothing surprising about the fact that the little emperor is obsessed with beauty.

In the past, when the Queen Mother was still in the palace, for the sake of his physical growth, she issued an order not to allow concubines to sleep with him in the harem.

But for more than half a month, the Queen Mother had been ill and unable to control her. Naturally, the Emperor retaliated and indulged his long-repressed desires.

But the second thing is intriguing.

The Queen Mother has returned to the palace.

Chajiu looked down at his cat body and complained to the system: "I am here, who did the emperor find to return to the palace in my place?"

Yun An also said: "My subordinates went to Taiqing Tower to investigate before, but there was no trace of the Queen Mother at all. But the person sitting in the carriage back to the palace yesterday was indeed the Queen Mother herself."

Chajiu: "It's not me, thank you."

Zong Yue sat on the stone table and lowered his eyes, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, he said slowly: "It is not impossible to disguise yourself, or even find someone who looks similar. You continue to trace the whereabouts of the Queen Mother, and don't tell anyone."

If the news of the Queen Mother's disappearance spreads, the former harem will be in chaos, and people will have many speculations, which will be detrimental to the image of the royal family.

Yun An responded and was about to leave to continue the investigation, but was stopped by Zong Yue.

"You can investigate this matter tomorrow. There will be a private banquet in the mansion today. You can stay and have a good meal with Yun Kang and the others."

Yun An suddenly realized and patted his head: "Today is the prince's birthday party, but my subordinates forgot about it."