Chapter 307:
Which empress holds two coronation ceremonies.
Are you joking around?
It’s not like she was deposed and reinstated.
Regarding this, Lu Ziyan did not insist.
Xie Wanning discovered that this man had truly changed; back when he was still a young general, he had been arrogant and self-centered.
And now as the Nine-Five Supreme, he had surprisingly become very obedient.
It was as if he had learned how to write the two words “yielding.”
Since their reunion, for every big or small matter, as long as she made a decision, he never once objected.
Except for one.
That was her belief that their son was still young, just a four-year-old little bean who should stay by her side for her to accompany for two more years, rather than living alone in a palace now.
Regarding this, Lu Ziyan firmly refused.
His reason was also particularly high-sounding, namely that their son would need to inherit the throne in the future, so of course he had to be cultivated from a young age; at four years old, how could he cling to his mother.
To prove that he did not actually find his son annoying, he even listed several grand tutors he had arranged for the son.
Both civil and military.
All were pillars of the imperial court.
Xie Wanning could only reluctantly give up.
No matter how reluctant she was to part with her son, she knew he was right; a four-year-old child, even among ordinary prominent families’ children, had reached the age of enlightenment.
Let alone a prince.
Thus, on the first night back at the palace, when the little bean, reluctant to leave his fragrant and soft mother and hugging her leg while wailing, nearly melting this old mother’s heart, his iron-faced father forcibly pried open the little chubby hands and carried the child away.
Lu Ziyan was not truly without any paternal affection.
At least he personally carried the child all the way to his prince’s residence, holding the little bean in arms and occasionally bouncing him.
Lu Ziyan had no habit of coaxing children; he let the little bean cry with tears streaming, holding the child like a doll, seemingly indifferent, but his broad palm stayed pressed to the child’s back, infusing him with a warm current in this icy, snowy world.
After a long while, the little bean realized no one was coaxing him and finally quieted down a bit, hiccuping sobs.
Lu Ziyan glanced at him, “Cried enough?”
“…” The little bean hiccuped a sob, looking aggrieved: “I hate you.”
Don’t let his young age fool you; he always remembered in his heart that this man had snatched away his mother.
Ever since he appeared, for so many days, he had hardly seen his mother even once.
“I don’t need you to like me,” Lu Ziyan scoffed, reaching out to ruffle his little head, “As long as your mother likes me.”
“Mother doesn’t like you! Mother likes me the most!”
“Oh,” Lu Ziyan raised his brow slightly, suddenly grinning wickedly: “That was before; now that I’ve appeared, from now on the person your mother likes most will become me.”
“…”
The crying that had just quieted down soon started again.
The several attendants following behind the father and son had twitching brows.
They had no idea that His Majesty the Emperor had such a “childish” side.
“Enough, you’re four years old now; why cry just because you heard the truth,” Lu Ziyan bounced the little bean in his arms, “Tell Daddy, how have you and your mother been these past few years?”
The ten or so days on the road had been enough time for his people to investigate clearly how they had gotten along during those nearly five years.
It was indeed as his Wanwan had said, arising from affection but stopping at propriety.
But to say there was not the slightest ambiguity… was also not entirely true.
Lu Ziyan did not want to think about what the outcome would be if he had not gone to find her, if she had not dreamed of her past life.
……What would the ending be.
