Jiang Yuming nodded and looked at Meng Chengye for a while before Jiang Yuming finally woke up.

"Why is the emperor here?" Jiang Yuming looked at Yang Fu who was standing aside.

Yang Fu sighed and said: "Back to my young master, today Prince Xiang went to the palace to have a drink with the emperor. The prince seemed to be in a bad mood, so he drank a little more. The emperor felt the scene and felt the same, so they drank too much together.

"

It's just that the emperor's drinking capacity is not very good. Prince Xiang is not drunk, but the emperor is drunk.

No, the emperor is drunk and looking for the imperial concubine.

He kept talking about whether the imperial concubine liked him or not.

Why does Your Majesty need to be so arrogant?

As the imperial concubine said, the imperial concubine is now the mother of three children. If she doesn't like it, can she give birth to the emperor's child?

That's definitely not possible. So, the imperial concubine likes the emperor, but I don't know why the emperor is so unsure of herself.

Yang Fu sighed again, is this a man in love?

That's all, after all, it was a hardship he couldn't endure.

"That's it." Jiang Yuming sighed with emotion, looked at Meng Chengye sitting on the ground, squatted down and said, "Your Majesty, get up quickly. The ground is cold."

Meng Chengye looked up at Jiang Yuming and said with a smile, "I knew it. You'll wake up after a while."

Jiang Yuming smiled and sighed, and said: "Your Majesty, get up quickly."

Meng Chengye took Jiang Yuming's hand and said aggrievedly: "Your Majesty? Who is your Majesty? Do you like someone else or don't like me anymore?"

Jiang Yuming glanced around subconsciously and said, "Okay, okay, Chengye, get up soon."

Meng Chengye held Jiang Yuming's hand and still refused to let go: "Who is the emperor? What kind of man is the emperor? I'm going to chop him!"

Jiang Yuming: "..."

This is the first time I have seen suicide so fresh and refined.

"Okay, okay, be good, I'll tell you who he is when you get up from the ground." Jiang Yuming coaxed patiently.

Meng Chengye hesitated for a while, looked at Jiang Yuming, tilted his head and said, "Really?"

"It's true, it's more real than gold. If you don't believe it, why don't you get up and try it?" Jiang Yuming said with a smile.

Meng Chengye then stood up holding his wine jar and looked at Jiang Yuming with a silly smile.

Jiang Yuming pulled Meng Chengye inside, turned around and ordered: "Hui Lan, go to the Taiyuan Hospital and ask for a bowl... Forget it, go get a glass of warm water and close the door behind you."

Hui Lan was blessed, but Yang Fu stood at the door consciously and did not follow her.

At this time, his keen intuition told him that he should give the imperial concubine and the emperor some private space.

After all, the emperor is drunk now and doesn't even know who he is.

But if the emperor is still thinking about the imperial concubine when he is so drunk, then he is really obsessed with the imperial concubine.

After a while, Huilan brought a glass of warm water and placed it on the table before Huilan withdrew.

Jiang Yuming handed the warm water to Meng Chengye and coaxed softly: "Chengye, take a sip."

I don’t know why, Jiang? I always feel that the emperor at this time is like a child and needs someone to coax him with him.

Meng Chengye looked at Jiang Yuming, took the glass of water and took a sip obediently, then looked at Jiang Yuming: "Who is the emperor?"

【Change later.】

September has passed by October quickly, and before I know it, it’s another birthday.

Now that Jiang Yuming has become a noble concubine and is the biological mother of the prince, this birthday banquet will naturally be a good one.

This year’s birthday banquet will still be held at Zhanghuatai.

Jiang Yuming was also prepared early in the morning. Today she is considered the protagonist, but she cannot be late or leave early.

The silk and bamboo orchestra played outside all day long, and Jiang Yuming was completely exhausted when she returned to Ganquan Palace.

Just when Jiang Yuming was about to fall asleep, Meng Chengye came over.

There was something else in her hand. Jiang Yuming was too sleepy so she couldn't see it clearly. She only knew that it was something that was slightly cool to the touch and then slowly warmed up.

The texture is quite mild.

This was Jiang Yuming's last thought before closing her eyes.

When he woke up the next morning, Meng Chengye had already gone to court.

Only then did Jiang Yuming see clearly what was in his hand. It was a tall ice-green jade pendant tied in a concentric knot.

The concentric knot is particularly exquisite, and the floating green on the head of such a beautiful high-ice jade is beautifully carved into a pair of mandarin ducks lying cross-necked.

The wonderful thing about this jade pendant is that in the entire palm-sized high-ice jade pendant, only the two mandarin ducks are floating green, and the boundaries are clear.

It looks like a pure and natural mandarin duck. I'm afraid such a jade pendant will cost a lot of money.

Even in modern times, it is probably difficult to see such a jade pendant.

Not to mention that in ancient times when mining capabilities were relatively low, such a jade pendant could be considered a priceless treasure.

"Master, you are awake. The emperor said this jade pendant in your hand is a birthday gift for you." Huizhu smiled and helped Jiang Yuming get up.

Jiang Yuming nodded: "Just find a box... and let it hang around my waist from now on."

The provincial emperor always said that she hoarded everything.

Huizhu smiled and blessed her body, and then helped Jiang Yuming change clothes and wash up.

That night, Meng Chengye arrived at the door of Tianji Pavilion carrying two jars of wine.

The Imperial Master held the black cat in his arms and looked at the slightly drunk Meng Chengye: "The Emperor is here."

"Master, I'm here to have a chat with you." Meng Chengye leaned on the threshold and burped.

"Why is this, Your Majesty?", the Imperial Master squatted in front of Meng Chengye with a smile, "I have never seen the Emperor look like this."

Meng Chengye sighed, holding the wine jar and crying faintly: "I, I don't know why, I feel that Chacha doesn't like me at all."

The Imperial Master took out a talisman from his sleeve and stuck it on his chest: "Your Majesty, that is your illusion."

What's the misconception? The imperial concubine really doesn't like you very much.

However, things cannot be so decisive, after all, who knows what will happen in the future.

Besides, no matter how much the imperial concubine dislikes you, shouldn’t she have given you three children now?

Are you still crying here?

I always felt that the emperor was showing off, but he had no proof.

Besides, aside from other things, even if the imperial concubine really doesn’t like you, don’t you still get the imperial concubine’s body?

"That's how I feel. You see, other concubines will always come to me no matter what they have to do, but Chacha never takes the initiative to come to me. It's me who goes to Chacha every time. Uh-huh... Chacha just doesn't like me.

", Meng Chengye hugged his knees and buried his head, crying with tears in his eyes.
Chapter completed!