Eunuch Feng was curious as well. He looked at the widow.
"What else could it be? He will naturally have to give birth to a son so that he can make our army feel assured." Chu Yue covered her mouth and smiled before she said, "I heard that no good news has come out of the palace just yet. His Majesty has only recently been crowned emperor, so it's fine. But if this continues for a long time, things will naturally turn chaotic. So, it would be best if he sires a prince soon."
Eunuch Feng was incredibly impressed. This was the first person who ever dared to tell his master to hurry up and sire a son right in front of his face.
The monk had not guessed that this would be what the widow meant, and he especially did not expect that she would say that if he sired a son, he would be able to make the army feel at ease. It made him not know whether he should laugh or cry.
The heart of his army would not be affected by a single prince.
But speaking of children… The monk's gaze landed on the widow's face.
His gaze was too obvious, and Chu Yue touched her own face. Her foundation was still on. "Master, did I say something wrong?"
"No," the monk said.
Chu Yue then sighed softly, and the monk looked at her. "Why are you sighing?"
"I am sighing for His Majesty," Chu Yue said.
The monk quirked an eyebrow. "He stands above all people, and he enjoys all the riches in the world. Why should you sigh for him?"
"Master, you're wrong in this regard," Chu Yue said, "I might just be a woman and should not talk about this, and I know that those of us who are of low status say that those above us enjoy great glory and riches, but I know that it is not always the case. The more power you wield, the more responsibility you have. And he is the emperor.
"I would say nothing if he was a tyrant. After all, eating, drinking, and being merry is also a form of fun, but His Majesty is a wise emperor. He rules the entire country and has to make decisions over the major matters in it. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he has to work hard for the country without getting any thanks for it."
Eunuch Feng sighed in his heart. 'Where did the widow learn this?'
"He will indeed become tired." The monk looked at the widow while saying that. "But since he chose to inherit the throne and rule over the country, this is what he should do. There is no need for you to sigh for him."
"I am sighing for the fact that he is the emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty, but not himself. In fact, he cannot even look for someone that he likes. All the people in his harem are selected. His Majesty might like some of them, and some of them might be sincere to His Majesty, but most of them are there for the glory and riches in the palace," Chu Yue said.
She was different. She was there for the monk.
As for the mink cloaks and birds' nests? They were good, but even if she did not have them, she would still be fine.
The monk frowned, and Eunuch Feng shivered. 'Widow, you truly have the heart of a lion to say whatever you want. All those who enter the palace will surely treat my master sincerely! How could it be possible for them to have their loyalties elsewhere?'
Hence, Eunuch Feng interrupted the conversation.
Chu Yue smiled. "You could convince someone else with these words, but you cannot deceive me with them."
The monk frowned and looked at her.
"There are plenty of women in the palace, but His Majesty is their only one husband. Allow me to say something treacherous. Even if His Majesty beds one of them every night, how many people would be able to share his bed in a month? Those who are able to share his bed would want to secure his favor and want more, but what about those who do not manage to share his bed? Those who don't would live a tragic life.
"The servants in the palace would definitely be subservient to the ones who are in a higher position, while they suppress and bully those who are in a lower position. Some of them would definitely be unable to accept this, and they would naturally start trying to outwit others and plan every step of their lives.
"How could you say that this sort of love brought by schemes is sincere? They are all doing it to survive and so that their families and they would have better lives," Chu Yue said.
"How dare you?!" Eunuch Feng quickly shouted at her to stop talking.
Cold sweat broke out on his back. This widow was truly… audacious. How could she say something so treacherous!
Chu Yue was not terrified. She looked at him and said, "The master hasn't said anything yet."
'You stupid eunuch, you sure are putting up a convincing show. Besides, I'm giving you a chance to subject the monk to ridicule.
'Later on, when you force him to leave, you can say that we were discussing the secret history of the palace.'
But Eunuch Feng could not read her thoughts. 'Widow, why are you revealing all these things to His Majesty?!'
However, Eunuch Feng did not dare to say anything else, because his master had already cast him a glance.
Chu Yue was also looking at Eunuch Feng, who had hunched his shoulders so much that he looked like a quail. As if she had not caused enough trouble yet, she said, "Now, you understand why I am sighing for His Majesty, yes?"
"Are you saying that there are no concubines in the palace who will truly love His Majesty?" The monk looked at her.
"I can't say that for certain. There must be some who will truly love him. But if those who fall in love with His Majesty in the palace might have a hard time waking up the next day to see the sun," Chu Yue said.
Eunuch Feng sneered. 'Widow, do you know that you are treading on a thin line?'
The monk looked at her and asked, "Would you like to enter the palace?"
Chu Yue could not hold back. She laughed. "Master, whatever do you mean? I am of lowly status. There is no way I would be able to enter the palace."
"But what if you do?" the monk asked softly. "You do look beautiful."
When Chu Yue heard this, she could not help but feel a little shy. She cast a glance at the monk. "I am but a weak woman. I do not deserve your praise."
The monk's cold and hard face turned gentle. "The palace is not as terrifying as you make it out to be."
Eunuch Feng was stunned. What did his master mean? Did he mean that he wanted to let the widow enter the palace? Even when she had no filters in her mouth and said whatever she wanted?
"I do not know whether the palace is terrifying. I know that I do not have a chance to enter it. I have never thought about it," Chu Yue said nonchalantly.
The monk looked at her. Clearly, he wanted her to answer his question.
Chu Yue thought about it and said, "If I truly entered the palace, I would probably look for the cold palace and stay there. Then, I would spend the rest of my life rearing livestock and planting vegetables so that I can provide for myself."
The monk did not expect that she would have this sort of thought, and he said while looking at her seriously, "His Majesty is not as terrifying as you imagine him to be."
"His Majesty is indeed a good man, but there is something about me that you do not know, Master. I am a woman prone to jealousy. I cannot bear the thought of sharing my husband with someone.
"I am a treacherous existence. Forget about entering the palace, even normal families would not accept an existence such as mine," Chu Yue said softly.
Eunuch Feng snorted coldly. It was no wonder then why she was rejected by her husband's family. How could she say such things? Men having multiple wives was something that had been a custom since time immemorial.
'If normal men can have multiple wives, then it would only be even more so the case for the man before you, who is the most noble man in the Great Feng Dynasty.'
Eunuch Feng had regarded the widow highly before, but now, he knew that he had misjudged her. She could not enter the palace. At most, she could only be a mistress.
The monk frowned a little as well. "Why do you have such thoughts?"
Chu Yue replied honestly. "Is it wrong for me to have such thoughts?"
"Absolutely wrong." Eunuch Feng snorted.
The monk looked at the widow in front of him, and Chu Yue smiled faintly. "A woman who truly loves her husband would not accept sharing him with someone else. That is her husband, not some object that she can hand over casually. Most women are not like me, though. I am different. I am a jealous woman."