Wang An's heart shuddered and he looked towards Ren Anle ——
"Your Majesty, please don't..." Ren Anle waved her hand repeatedly, "My bandit den is far less prosperous than the imperial capital. Besides, Anle has been fighting for several years and is full of bruises and broken bones, so it is enough to retire in the capital."
The mouthful of wine in Wang An's mouth almost spat out. Ren Anle was still only eighteen years old! How could they, old men with half a foot in their coffins, be ashamed of themselves?
Emperor Jianing was also stunned, the coldness under his eyes dispersed, and his smile gently rose, "Secretary Ren is joking. You are a great talent in the country. I am very pleased that you are willing to stay in the imperial capital to assist me. You have done a great service in solving the case. If you have any requests, I will grant them."
Ren Anle is indeed talented. Moreover, her personality is to his liking.
Ren Anle's lazy sitting body suddenly leaned forward and her indifferent eyes became bright.
"Is this true, Your Majesty?"
The two could feel Ren Anle's instant joy overflowing into her words. Cold sweat broke out as Wang An thought of her marriage proposal in the imperial court three months ago.
Emperor Jianing's eyes narrowed slightly. His hand tapped on the stone table and said, "Except for one thing, the crown prince consort position is not allowed."
Ren Anle's mouth twitched and she leaned back with a sigh, "Ai, this servant knew that His Majesty was teasing this servant. Forget it, this servant has nothing to ask for."
This is not the tone of speaking to a ruler of a country, but the Emperor was extremely impressed. Seeing Ren Anle's dejected face, he said curiously, "Ren Qing, is the crown prince so good in your eyes?"
Although he was honoured by the Crown Prince's popularity, he really couldn't see how his son could make Ren Anle, who has been on the battlefield, to look like this!
Ren Anle rubbed her chin, met the eager eyes of Emperor Jianing and Wang An, and slowly said,
"His Royal Highness has a face like jade. The husband Anle has longed for since she was a child is like him."
Poof ... Wang An finally failed to keep the royal manners he had maintained for more than ten years and spewed out a mouthful of wine!
A face like jade? Emperor Jianing thought back to the Prince's resemblance to Taizu's appearance and was silent, wondering in his heart. Could it be that the taste of women from that nook in southern Jin are quite different?
As the wine was becoming intoxicating, the singing and dancing in the imperial garden ceased. The summon was quite satisfactory to Emperor Jianing, and he acknowledged Ren Anle's position in the capital. After a few words of ceremony, he let Ren Anle and Wang An withdraw.
Emperor Jia Ning remained seated on the stone chair. After a long time, the wine jug was empty. Zhao Fu Xing stepped forward and persuaded in low voice, "Your Majesty, it is late at night and it is cold, drink less."
Emperor Jianing did not speak, but suddenly raised his head and looked to the secluded northern side of the Imperial City and muttered in a quiet voice, "Zhao Fu, do you think...is Di Chengtian dead, or is she alive?"