What kind of Empress has two coronation ceremonies?
Is this a joke?
It’s not as if she’s being deposed and reinstated.
Regarding this, Lu Ziyuan did not insist.
Xie Wanqing noticed that this man had truly changed. Back when he was still a Little General, he was always so arrogant and self-important.
Now, as a revered figure, he surprisingly became quite obedient.
It’s as if he learned how to write the word ’concession.’
Since their reunion, in every big or small matter, as long as she made a decision, he never disagreed.
Except for once.
That was when she felt their son was still young, just a four-year-old little boy, and should stay with her for two more years rather than living alone in a palace.
On this matter, Lu Ziyuan was firmly opposed.
His reason was rather lofty: their son would need to inherit the throne in the future, so of course, he should be trained from a young age. He was already four; how could he cling to his mother’s side?
To prove he wasn’t simply annoyed by their son, he even listed several Imperial Tutors arranged for him.
They were both literary and martial.
All were pillars of the court.
Xie Wanqing had no choice but to reluctantly give in.
As much as she couldn’t bear to part with their son, she also knew he was right. A four-year-old child, even among ordinary noble families, was at the age to begin education.
Let alone a Prince.
Thus, on the first night back at the palace, their little boy, unwilling to leave his fragrant and soft mother, clung to her legs crying loudly, which made Xie Wanqing’s motherly heart melt. It was then that his stern father pried open his chubby hands and took the child away.
Lu Ziyuan wasn’t entirely devoid of paternal affection, either.
At the very least, he personally carried the child to his prince’s residence, holding the little boy in his arms the whole way and occasionally bouncing him a bit.
Lu Ziyuan wasn’t in the habit of comforting children, so he let the little boy cry his heart out, holding him as if holding a doll, seemingly unconcerned, but his large hand remained on the boy’s back in this icy world, providing him warmth.
After a while, seeing that no one was comforting him, the little boy finally quieted down, sniffling and hiccupping.
Lu Ziyuan glanced at him, "Have you cried enough?"
"..." The little boy hiccupped in grievance, "I hate you."
Despite his young age, he always remembered that this man took his mother away.
Since he appeared, it had been very hard to see his mother even once.
"I don’t need you to like me," Lu Ziyuan sneered, reaching out to ruffle his small head, "It’s enough that your mother likes me."
"Mother doesn’t like you! Mother likes me the most!"
"Oh," Lu Ziyuan raised an eyebrow and suddenly smiled mischievously, "That was before. Now that I’m here, your mother will like me the most from now on."
"..."
The crying, which had paused briefly, resumed anew.
The few officials following behind the father and son felt their brows twitch.
They never knew that His Majesty the Emperor could have such a ’childish’ side.
"Alright then, you’re four years old; how can you cry every time you hear the truth," Lu Ziyuan said, bouncing the little boy in his arms, "Tell Daddy, how have you and your mother been these years?"
In the ten days on the road, it was enough time for his people to investigate clearly how they had been living in those nearly five years.
Indeed, as his Wanwan said, their relationship was proper.
But to say there wasn’t any hint of ambiguity, ...it wasn’t entirely true either.
Lu Ziyuan was unwilling to think, if he hadn’t gone to find her, if she hadn’t dreamed of her past life.
...What would the outcome be?