People are like this. When good things fall on their heads, they want to hold them firmly in their palms and not let go. But when they think good things are someone else's, they are righteous and demanding that the other party share good things with them.

If you don’t know that sharing is selfish, especially Jiujiu, who is a queen but is just a taboo for everyone.

Jiujiu chuckled and said to Mrs. Yan: "Mom is thinking too much. Even if I ask the emperor to choose a concubine, will those people be satisfied?"

No, if people are not satisfied with their hearts, how could Jiujiu not understand the prince? Even if the prince will select concubines, he will never favor them. If he does not favor those concubines, how can those concubines give birth to children? If they do not give birth to children, how can those ministers be satisfied?

The heart of the minister is like a bottomless abyss, and as long as you submit once, then if you refuse to submit next time, that is your wrong thing.

Mrs. Yan also knew this truth in her heart, but although the truth was this truth, she could not say it out. After all, Jiujiu is now the queen, and the queen has to consider the overall situation. She must learn to be generous, otherwise, that would be the reason why others criticize her.

"Qing'er, my mother knows that you have a good relationship with the prince, but those ministers still make some sense." Mrs. Yan said against her will: "But there is no man in the world who can't take concubines. The prince likes you now, but he can't like you forever. Instead of waiting for your face to get old and get tired of each other, it's better to fulfill him now and seek a good reputation."

"Mother?" Jiujiu looked up at Mrs. Yan in surprise, but was stunned when she saw Mrs. Yan's slightly red eyes.

Jiujiu understood why Mrs. Yan said that in her heart, but it did not mean that she would agree.

The prince is hers, so it can only be hers. Not to mention taking a concubine, she can't stand it even if she looks at other women at first sight. Jiujiu looked at Mrs. Yan and said seriously: "Mother, I know you are for my own good, but I like the prince. The prince is pleased with me. We are in love with each other, why do we compromise because of the few words of others?"

"But..." Mrs. Yan opened her mouth and wanted to say something again, but Jiujiu didn't seem to continue listening. She directly signaled Mrs. Yan not to say anything and asked Chun'er to take the child down.

Seeing that Jiujiu didn't want to say anything, and she didn't particularly want the prince to accept the concubine, Mrs. Yan remained silent and did not continue to say it. However, the atmosphere became particularly solemn because of the topic just now, and she could no longer recover from the lightness she had just now.

Mrs. Yan said a few relaxed words and felt fruitless. Knowing that she had just said something unhappy, Mrs. Yan stood up and left.

After Mrs. Yan left, Chun'er, who had been standing aside to serve, couldn't help but speak: "Empress, do you really want the emperor to give him a talent show?"

Chun'er has been serving Jiujiu, so naturally he has always been on Jiujiu's side. She has no feeling about the overall situation of those talent shows. Her most intuitive feeling is that the prince can only be Jiujiu's. So when Mrs. Yan said she wanted to give a talent show for the prince, Chun'er was unhappy in her heart. Now that she saw Jiujiu rejecting Mrs. Yan, Chun'er was particularly happy in her heart.

Jiujiu: "Of course not."

The prince is hers, no one can take it away, a talent show, a joke.

Since those people can ask her for it, it is naturally because the prince’s place doesn’t work, and the prince is unwilling to give a speech because of himself. Since the prince can offend such a group of ministers for himself, why can’t he be selfish for the prince once?

Besides, if I surrender, let alone whether the prince would favor those women, it seemed that those women were swaying in front of me and were very disturbed.

The talent show makes me trouble, and Jiujiu won’t do anything that is not worth the money.

After receiving a positive answer, Chun'er also showed a silly smile on her face. As for what she was laughing at, Chun'er didn't know, she only knew that she wanted to laugh.

Looking at Chun'er's silly smile, Jiujiu also started to laugh.

In the evening, the prince who had handled government affairs returned to Kunning Palace. Jiujiu, who used to be waiting for him at the door on time, did not wait for him outside today, but instead lay on the imperial chaise longue and read the book.

Looking at Jiujiu, who was much quieter than before, the prince was curious and asked, "Qinger was unhappy?"

Jiujiu put down the book in her hand, stood up and greeted her: "How can I see that I am unhappy?"

The prince grabbed Jiujiu's hand, looked at Jiujiu's only lips, and smiled and said, "I feel that Qing'er is unhappy today. Why? Who is making you unhappy? But Zheng'er?"

Zheng'er is the eldest prince. Although the eldest prince was born only a few minutes earlier than the eldest princess, he is particularly naughty and troublesome, so the prince has this saying.

Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, blinked her eyes and laughed out loud: "If Zheng'er had to cry until his father wronged him so much."

"Not Zheng'er?" Unexpectedly, it was not the eldest prince. The prince was really in trouble, and his eyebrows were slightly frowning.

Jiujiu laughed: "My mother is here to see me today."

"Mother-in-law, what did she say?" The prince was keenly aware of the problem.

Jiujiu nodded: "My mother wants me to give you a talent show." Speaking of the word "show", Jiujiu's eyes instantly dimmed, and her eyes that were as long as butterflies were gently stoked, looking particularly fragile.

The prince's eyes sank instantly, and he turned his head to look at Chun'er, who quickly shook his head to show his innocence.

The prince sighed, opened his arms and hugged Jiujiu into his arms, and whispered: "Qinger, I don't know how to draft."

He is not the last emperor, but only one heart. If he finds a few more women, he will disperse his heart and many people, and then he will not be a complete self.

Although you have already known the prince’s answer, Jiujiu still said: “It’s a good thing for everyone but no matter how good you are, you don’t have a hundred days of red. You are saying it’s light and you dare to say that you won’t say that I’m jealous in the future.”

When Jiujiu talked about the word jealousy, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her eyes were filled with coldness. It can be seen that she was very disgusted with the word jealousy.

The prince was stunned, and after a moment, he raised his head and laughed out loud. He looked at Jiujiu with a joke: "Is Qing'er not jealous?"

When arranging a palace for Su Wan, Jiujiu specially selected a Bixiao Palace, which is farthest from Qianqing Palace and Kunning Palace, and even exempted Su Wan from paying tribute, cutting off his proximity to Su Wan from the root. This is not jealousy or jealousy.

Jiujiu raised her hand and pushed the prince away, rolled her eyes secretly, and said, "What do you mean by this? Am I the jealous person?"

"Haha~" the prince raised his head and smiled. "My family is the most tolerant and generous. How could it be jealous? You said yes." (To be continued)
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