The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Emperor Mingde was dressed in a black brocade robe with intricate cloud and water pattern embroidered on the edges. It had a faint luster, like the most distant and lonely stars in the night sky.

He stood at the cabin window with his back to the door, listening to the sound of flowing water on the river outside the window.

The words of farewell are repeated, and the sadness of separation fills the eyebrows and eyes.

"I greet the emperor. Long live the emperor." Tang Chujun bowed and saluted as she stood at the door.

It was still chilly in the spring. She wore a white double-breasted brocade jacket with delicate cloud patterns embroidered on the collar and an indigo pleated skirt with tiered hems.

The pointed toes of the embroidered shoes are revealed between the hem of the skirt, and tiny embroidered flowers can be faintly seen on the shoe surface.

When Emperor Mingde turned around, he saw his beloved, who was dressed freshly and elegantly, kneeling there.

He strode forward, stretched out his hand to help her stand up, and said with some distress in his tone, "Didn't I tell you that you don't have to kneel in private?"

Tang Chujun lowered his head, not daring to raise his eyebrows, "You are the emperor."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Mingde sighed softly, "Little Fatty, do you dare to look up at me?"

Tang Chujun looked up as he was told, and saw the cheerful fat boy mask on his face. He couldn't help laughing, and then covered his face in fear, "I don't want to wear the fat girl mask anymore!"

Emperor Mingde then took off the mask, revealing his bright and handsome face. "Well? Why don't you wear it?"

"Fat! And ugly!" Tang Chujun covered her cheeks. Her hair was tied up high and fixed with an exquisite jade hairpin. The tassels hanging from the hairpin swayed gently with her movements, shining with a warm luster. "Is this 'little fatty' thing going to be unacceptable?"

Emperor Mingde had discovered that as long as he mentioned the three words "little fat man", she would be able to get rid of her restraint and talk to him casually. So today he specially brought this mask, and it really worked.

He also laughed, "It's hard to get over it. This is the beginning of our fate."

Tang Chujun's face turned red with shame, and his eyebrows curved.

Oh, this guy, this guy! Is he so straightforward? I feel embarrassed.

Then he said, "I also want to go with you. But the country cannot be without a king. I will wait for your return in the capital."

He was afraid that the prince's current ability was not enough to control the court, and he was also very busy with official duties.

After all, he was the ruler of a country before he could have other identities. He never dared to forget this.

Emperor Mingde was looking at Tang Chujun while speaking, his eyes passing over the pearl earrings hanging on her ears, "But, Jun'er, can you do me a favor?"

Tang Chujun raised his bright eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

Emperor Mingde said, "Be my eyes and ears, help me see, hear, and feel the local customs and practices of each place, record what the people want to say most, and write about the beautiful mountains and rivers of my Northern Wing's prosperity."

What a fresh word! Tang Chujun pondered over these words, "Be the eyes and ears of the emperor?"

Emperor Mingde nodded solemnly with a sanctimonious look.

I can't just tell her directly that I just want to read your letter at any time, but I was afraid that you would be embarrassed to write, so I found a high-sounding excuse.

He said solemnly, "If it weren't for the officials submitting memorials to me in the palace, I would be blind and deaf. Don't you think that's scary?"

"Very scary." Tang Chujun really had no wrong thoughts. She nodded and immediately felt that she had a heavy responsibility on her shoulders. "Your Majesty, rest assured. I will write to you often."

It's not "often", it means writing whenever you have time, preferably every day. Emperor Mingde never said this request.

As he was speaking, Eunuch Qi smiled and brought in two bowls of hot porridge, two white flour steamed buns, and several plates of various soursop vegetables.

"Masters, please enjoy your meal." He said this and then left, considerately closing the door.

Tang Chujun wanted to say "I've eaten", but before he could say it, he heard Emperor Mingde say, "Having breakfast with Jun'er has always been my wish. I wonder if Jun'er can accompany me?"

The emperor's wish was actually this? And it had been all along... Tang Chujun's mind was in a mess, and he sat down at the table in a daze.

Two people sat opposite each other by the window, with misty waves on the river outside the window.

The breakfast of ordinary people is steaming.

Emperor Mingde put a steamed bun on the empty plate for Tang Chujun, and then picked one for himself.

In fact, he doesn't usually eat steamed buns, and she doesn't like them either.

I enjoyed the meal today.

He used the chopsticks he was using to serve her some physalis and asked her, "Is it delicious?"

She nodded, ate politely, and swallowed a small bite before replying, "It's delicious. Your Majesty, do you think it's delicious?"

He smiled, "It's delicious."

She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him. "Actually, I can make a more delicious physalis dish. I'll make it for you if I have the chance."

"Okay. I'll wait for that day." Emperor Mingde's eyes fell on her crystal white jade fingers. Thinking that those hands would one day make soup for him, he felt his heart burning.

The boat has started moving, slowly moving on the vast and misty river.

Tang Chujun was shocked for a moment, "The boat is moving, why don't you get off?"

"It's okay, breakfast isn't finished yet." Emperor Mingde wasn't eating breakfast at all, he was clearly eating to express his sorrow for parting.

Take a bite of separation sorrow and you will see Tang Chujun.

In the end, all he could see was Tang Chujun.

This meal was eaten very slowly.

After sending you thousands of miles away, we must eventually say goodbye.

Emperor Mingde put down his chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then said softly, "Earlier, I always told myself that it was good to just watch you from afar and not think about anything else. Then I told myself that it was good to just keep you in my heart, and to let you be happy and safe in the prosperous world I worked hard for, which was also a kind of happiness. But..."

He met her beautiful eyes and said, "I am still a mortal after all. I can't just watch you marry someone else."

Tang Chujun lowered his head and expressed his worries during these days, "But Beiyi can't live without you. I don't want to be a sinner in Beiyi."

Emperor Mingde had completely understood Tang Chujun's thoughts. She was not dealing with him because of the imperial power, but she had really considered this matter.

He was full of confidence. "I won't abandon the North Wing, nor will I make you wait for me too long."

Emperor Mingde stood up and pushed a box on the table in front of Tang Chujun, "This is for you, take a look at it later."

He got off the boat with Eunuch Qi.

As he watched Emperor Mingde's figure getting smaller and smaller until he could no longer be seen, Tang Chujun began to feel a sense of homesickness.

She sat down and opened the box.

There were several books inside, and when he opened them, he saw the articles she had written. He had used a red pen to polish each of them.

He also highlighted the good parts of her writing and praised them.

He was teaching her how to write a better article. In other words, he had read all the articles she had written.

He would even write his opinions at the end of the article, saying which character she had created vividly, and which character was written in too much detail and seemed to be overshadowing the main character.

Tang Chujun stayed in the cabin, forgetting to eat and sleep to read the manuscript for several days and nights, and felt like he was reborn.

I feel that life has just begun. Everything beautiful in the world is related to her.

Happiness is also waiting for her to pick it up with her own hands.

The most distinguished man in the North Wing took root in her heart at a speed that was as fast as the wind.