The Slender Waist-Chapter 818 - 579: Establish the Queen and Proclaim the King_2

Chapter 818: Chapter 579: Establish the Queen and Proclaim the King_2

Good heavens!

Everyone turned their heads to look at the person.

—Ao Zheng.

No wonder he could become Prime Minister.

The hearts of the officials were filled with mixed feelings, and then they saw a rare smile on the Emperor’s face as the Wet Nurse carried away the Little Prince. He stood up straight.

"Continue enjoying the feast, my beloved ministers. I shall go and change my attire."

The Emperor smiled.

The officials felt a sense of relaxation.

The hall was filled with laughter and joy; in this moment and scene, everyone’s hearts were captivated.

At that moment, almost everyone believed that Da Yong’s future would be as bright as the dawn of morning light.

-

That night, Feng Yun stayed, as usual, in Qianyuan Hall.

The moonlight flowed like a river, gently casting its silver glow over the red walls and green tiles.

Feng Yun changed into a soft, thin nightgown, her hair loosely tied. She leaned against the wide dragon bed, reading by the firelight, her face soft and beautiful in the candle’s glow.

"Lady Yun..." Pei Jue had drunk some wine, and even after washing up, he still carried a slight drunkenness.

It was clear that he was truly happy today, so Feng Yun didn’t ask about the matters of the registry of the Empress. She set down her book and quietly watched him.

"Shall I call someone to make a bowl of Sobering Soup for you?"

"No need." Pei Jue lowered his head, planted a kiss on her forehead, habitually pulled her close, and lay gently by her side, with a possessive air.

They locked eyes for a moment, silently.

"What are you thinking about?" Pei Jue gently raised his hand and stroked her face.

"What about you?" She smiled.

"Joyful." Pei Jue’s voice was gentle, his eyes filled with calm sobriety, reflecting her image in his dark pupils.

Feng Yun just continued smiling, her gaze deep.

He asked again, "And you, Lady Yun?"

Feng Yun gazed at him, slowly wrapped her hands around his neck, and said with a smile, "Content."

In the past, she always felt herself to be alone, battling through this chaotic world with only Wen Xingsu to count as family.

Pei Jue was one of her own, but still some distance from being family; they had obstacles and suspicions between them, barriers difficult to dissolve. Each time she wanted to accept, fear of repeating past mistakes held her back...

With the birth of Rui Bao, it seemed that barrier was suddenly broken.

The child became the strongest bond between them, not only did she have a blood relative, but the meaning of Pei Jue to her also changed...

He was the child’s father.

Even if they both had their own thoughts, their love for the child was consistent.

And Feng Yun’s last stubbornness dissolved completely with the imperial decree and the Golden Registry and Treasures.

She and Pei Jue had truly become family.

For the child, they could only share in glory and disgrace, fortune and misfortune together.

"Are you unwilling?" Pei Jue lowered his head and kissed the corner of her forehead.

"What?" Feng Yun raised her brow.

"To be my Empress. My woman."

"Haven’t I long been so?"

"It’s different."

"How is it different? Unless you always thought the wedding in Bingzhou was a child’s play, and never considered me as your wife?" Feng Yun seemed to have suddenly realized, raising her eyebrows slightly, "Is it because of the child that you had to acknowledge it? Well, well, so this is what kind of man you are."

"Nonsense." Pei Jue looked at her helplessly, reached out to smooth her temple hair, and petted her fondly, his lips curling into a faint smile, "The wedding in Bingzhou was too simple. These years, you have been wronged."

Feng Yun glanced at him and yawned.

"Now I’m not wronged. Pei Gou, you married me with the entire kingdom!"

No matter how luxurious a wedding, what could compare to an enthronement ceremony?

Pei Jue was taken aback, playfully flicking her forehead.

"Do you truly think that way?"

"What else?" Feng Yun was quite weary of social niceties, feeling a bit tired. She shifted her body and leaned against his shoulder, "Luckily, I’m strong enough, or else I’d have run away on the spot when your edict arrived."

Pei Jue smiled slightly.

Another woman saying such things would surely be considered coy.

But Feng Yun truly didn’t want to be Empress.

After all, it was half coercion, half deception that brought her to this...

"I’ll treat you well from now on. You won’t have to worry about matters of the Imperial Harem."

"The Imperial Harem?" Feng Yun raised her eyes, "You still want to have an Imperial Harem?"

Pei Jue was both amused and helpless.

He didn’t bother to explain that this term referred to something else, held her tighter, and sighed slightly. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"I won’t."

-

On the second day of the second month of The Second Year of Jingning, the spring breeze was warm, and all things were coming back to life.

In the morning, as the first ray of sunlight pierced through the thin mist, spilling like broken gold over the splendid eaves, Feng Yun had already finished her grooming.

Today was the enthronement ceremony of the Empress of the Da Yong Kingdom.

She had to attend.

When the auspicious time arrived, under the guidance of the envoys, Feng Yun, wearing a meticulously embroidered ceremonial robe, steadily climbed the steps, step by step, slowly approaching the Emperor standing high above.

The long train of her gown trailed gracefully on the ground, the phoenix crown shimmered in the sunlight, and her step shook lightly. Her posture was dignified, her steps elegant, her face calm, and her gaze determined as she walked to Pei Jue.