On the other hand, the Empress really asked for the position of Jingzhao Prefecture Governor for the Duke of Heng. She was very happy, but she heard the Emperor sneer, "It's good to be young, carefree, brave and fearless. He doesn't even ask for the position himself." The Empress hurriedly explained, "In fact, Shang'er is still very motivated. When he was young..."
The Emperor put the memorial in his hand heavily on the table, "It's because you spoiled him that he acted so recklessly. If he had the ambition to make progress, he would not focus on women all day and do nothing all day. Even if he was given a job, can he do well as the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture?"
The empress's face turned pale and blue, and she didn't feel any pain even when her nails dug into her flesh. She raised her head abruptly and stared at the emperor straight in the face. "Your Majesty, there is no need to be so partial. If Your Majesty were a little fair and let him be the same as other princes, would he be idle all day long? Your Majesty, every word you say is belittling him. Think about how smart he was when he was a child..." As the empress spoke, she began to list Xie Shang's great achievements when he was a child. It was because the emperor didn't like her that she innocently implicated her son and made him disliked by the emperor.
The emperor frowned, and a deafening roar resounded throughout the hall, "Have you had enough of this? You are the empress, how can this be allowed? The empress is just like this..." The Empress was trembling violently after being yelled at. She was not afraid, but because the emperor's harsh words were like sharp blades cutting into her heart, causing her to bleed. Was she hated by him like this?
With a crisp "bang", the door of the imperial study was pushed open, and Xie Shang was seen standing outside the door with a cold expression, staring blankly at the emperor beside the imperial desk.
The Empress turned around and didn't care about her sadness or poor etiquette, and hurriedly said, "Shang'er, why don't you pay your respects to your imperial father?"
Xie Shang hid the coldness in his eyes and walked in. Every step he took was heavy, until he knelt in front of the emperor, then he bowed respectfully and said, "This son pays respects to the imperial father."
The emperor stared at him with cold eyes, and his voice was emotionless, "Get up!"
"Thank you, father." Xie Shang was as respectful as ever.
The emperor had just quarreled with the Empress, and he acted as if nothing had happened, and said, "Your mother asked for an official position for you. Now the position of Jingzhao Prefecture is vacant. If you are not qualified, I will send someone else..." He thought he was going to refuse, so he said the last sentence.
"I'll take it." Xie Shang clenched his fists. He wanted to ask for a noble title for Su Tingwan, but it backfired. In the end, the decision fell into Jiang Fenghua's hands.
-After Empress Cheng left, Jiang Fenghua felt a little bored in the palace, so she asked the female servant to accompany her to the garden for a walk. It was a good time for flowers to bloom. The flowers in the garden were vying for splendor and blooming beautifully. She had a faint smile on her face. It was indeed the palace where the empress lived, with extraordinary style.
The weather was a little hot, so Jiang Fenghua asked the female servant to find her a fan. On the round fan with gold embroidery was a girl catching butterflies. The girl was light and her spinning body seemed to be dancing. Looking at this scene, Jiang Fenghua also wanted to dance lightly. She opened her red lips and began to sing: "The red dress swayed and the steps were like flowers, the makeup was beautiful and reflected the red clouds, the phoenix crown and the golden brocade dress, I am happy to marry you..." The melodious singing attracted the attention of the palace maids and eunuchs in Kunning Palace. Everyone smiled and was amazed that Heng Wangfei had such a beautiful voice and such a charming dance.
She moved her lotus steps lightly, her figure was graceful, like a willow fluttering in the spring breeze, her eyes were deep and blurred, and she sang a song "Red Makeup" with thousands of words in her eyes, completely immersed in her own world. The round fan in her hand is more like her weapon. The small garden seems to have become her battlefield. She has slender fingers and stretched arms, which are agile and light. She sometimes spins and sometimes jumps, and her purple skirt flutters, like a blooming purple peony, beautiful and intoxicating. The people around her seem to be infected by her dance and become enthusiastic and passionate.
Jiang Fenghua's every frown and smile shows her charm and shyness, which just fits her mentality when she just got married.
When Xie Shang returned to Kunning Palace, he happened to see Jiang Fenghua's graceful dance and hear her beautiful singing voice. The depression in his heart seemed to dissipate instantly, and the smile on her face seemed to melt all the coldness in the world. He only realized at this time that Jiang Fenghua also married him with good wishes. She hoped to be with her husband and have endless joy in this life.
Empress Cheng was furious and came back a step later than Xie Shang. She was in no mood to enjoy the singing and dancing. Suddenly, she saw that the garden was full of people. She didn't know what happened, and shouted angrily, "What are you all doing?"
In an instant, the surrounding maids and eunuchs dispersed, and the sound in the garden stopped abruptly. Jiang Fenghua looked up and saw Xie Shang and Empress Cheng coming. She was so frightened that she fell to the ground unexpectedly, and then she cried out in pain and her whole body went limp.
Empress Cheng approached and asked, "What were you doing just now?"
Jiang Fenghua drooped her eyebrows and answered softly, "Forgive me, mother. I saw that the garden was really beautiful and pleasant. I couldn't help dancing in the garden and accidentally fell." Empress Cheng was angry with the emperor, and she would not indulge Jiang Fenghua. She said coldly, "Get up!"
"Yes." Jiang Fenghua bit her lip and wanted to get up, but her ankle was stinging unbearably, and her face was pale with pain. She was sweating on her forehead and was at a loss.
Seeing her palm covering her ankle, Xie Shang asked in a deep voice, "Did you sprain your ankle?" Jiang Fenghua lowered her eyes, and nodded with pity, "It seems so..."
When Queen Cheng saw her son taking the initiative to care about Jiang Fenghua, a trace of joy suddenly flashed in her eyes, "Call the imperial physician." She ordered the palace maid to help Jiang Fenghua up.
She stood up with difficulty, and there was a sharp pain in her ankle. The pain made her tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't move forward at all.
Xie Shang took a step forward, picked her up and walked towards the inner hall.