The prince is more stable

Chapter 880 Neat and Neat
Life is inevitably full of ups and downs, but fortunately, heaven has blessed us with a loving couple.

Zhao Xiaoqian and Di Ying hugged each other tightly, forgetting time in that moment, as if the world consisted only of the two of them.

Di Ying threw herself into his arms and wailed, venting all the worries, fears, and grievances she had felt over the past few days onto Zhao Xiaoqian.

Zhao Xiaoqian gently patted her back and said softly, "Alright, it's all over now. I swear, I will never let you live such a life of wandering again. From now on, you can enjoy the good life with me."

Di Ying hummed in agreement and said, "My lord has also suffered. I really can't help you in any way..."

"Please don't help me. The cunning of a bad person is no match for the quick thinking of a fool. If you really help me, my fate will be uncertain..."

Di Ying chuckled, tears still on her face. She gave him a hard punch before reluctantly pulling away from his embrace. Then, she looked around and saw everyone smiling at her. Di Ying blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Zhao Xiaoqian then walked up to Madam Feng and knelt down on both knees.

When Zheng Chunhe and the imperial guards saw the emperor kneeling, they naturally dared not stand, so a large number of them knelt down as well.

"I have caused my mother worry. It is my fault. I will never do it again," Zhao Xiaoqian said, bowing his head.

Madam Feng smiled and helped him up, saying, "With my son's abilities, I'm not worried. I know you will succeed. No one in this world can defeat you."

"Your becoming the Emperor of the Song Dynasty will surely be a good thing for the people and the foundation of the nation. In the years to come, I will watch as the Song Dynasty under your rule moves towards a golden age."

Zhao Xiaoqian looked up at her, and a pang of sadness shot through his heart.

Although Madam Feng said she was "not worried," the wrinkles on her face and the gray hair at her temples today were many more than before she left Bianjing. It was clear that she had not been doing well these days and was more worried about her son than anyone else.

After the mother and son finished talking, the concubines, including Jiang Miaoxian, came forward one after another. The women surrounded him and hugged him, crying uncontrollably.

There were too many women; Zhao Xiaoqian couldn't even wrap his arms around them all, so he had to soothe them one by one in a low voice.

The reunion of husband and wife is a great joy in life, but Zhao Xiaoqian has too many women, and at this moment he is somewhat overwhelmed.

After a long while, Zhao Xiaoqian finally calmed his women down and caught a glimpse of his chubby son being held by Niao Niao at the back of the crowd.

The chubby son is over a year old. At this moment, he looks at him with clear, innocent eyes, his gaze quite unfamiliar, and he timidly hugs Niao Niao's neck.

Zhao Xiaoqian burst into laughter and warmly stretched out his arms to his chubby son: "Sang Biao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the women began to scold him angrily. Madam Feng even punched him hard, saying, "What kind of name is this chubby little baby? It's awful! You're not allowed to call him that again!"

Zhao Xiaoqian laughed and took Zhao Hao from Niao Niao's hands, who was rolling her eyes.

The father and son hadn't seen each other for over a year, and Zhao Hao had probably completely forgotten his father. When Zhao Xiaoqian held him in his arms, Zhao Hao was both surprised and angry. He struggled with his short legs, his little face turning bright red.

Seeing that none of his grandmother, mother, or aunts were helping him, but instead stood by laughing, Zhao Hao finally broke down, his little mouth trembling as he burst into tears.

Zhao Xiaoqian didn't care what his chubby son was feeling. The more his son cried, the happier he became, and he kissed his fair and tender face a few times.

Zhao Hao then cried even louder.

Despite the obvious fatherly love and filial piety, Zhao Hao was so uncooperative. Niao Niao was worried that Zhao Xiaoqian would feel resentful, so she carefully explained from the side, "My lord, please don't be offended. Hao'er hasn't seen his father for more than a year, so it's inevitable that he's a little shy. You'll get to know him better as you spend more time with him in the future."

Zhao Xiaoqian laughed and said, "It's alright, crying a lot won't hurt. It'll help him build up his lung capacity. In a few years, we'll hire some tutors for him to teach him to read and write."

As he spoke, Zhao Xiaoqian gave Zhao Hao, who was wailing loudly, a malicious smile: "Go ahead and cry while you're still young. When you get older, you won't be able to cry anymore because of all the homework you have to do every day."

The baby's crying was only in bursts, and Zhao Xiaoqian held him and rocked him for a while.

Zhao Hao gradually stopped crying, his big, tear-filled eyes still staring blankly at Zhao Xiaoqian, as if he was still trying to figure out who the guy holding him was. He was crying like this and no one was helping him, so the person holding him must be someone important.

Seeing that he had stopped crying, Zhao Xiaoqian pointed to his own nose and laughed, "My father, quick, call him father."

"Hey!" Zhao Hao replied cheerfully, then grinned for no apparent reason.

The crowd around him burst into laughter, and Zhao Xiaoqian laughed too, tapping his head with his finger: "You're a rebel against the Heavenly Gang! You'll have double the homework when you grow up."

As everyone was laughing, they heard hurried footsteps behind them.

Zhao Xiaoqian turned his head and saw his father running towards him, panting heavily, covered in sweat, staggering, still running, shouting loudly.

"Where is my grandson? Where is my precious grandson? Quick, quick!" Di Ying and the other women hurriedly bowed to Zhao Hao, but Zhao Hao ignored them and immediately saw Zhao Hao in Zhao Xiaoqian's arms.

Zhao Hao's eyes lit up, and he rushed over and picked up his big, fat grandson without saying a word. With a shove of his plump bottom, he sent Zhao Xiaoqian flying far away.

Looking at his chubby grandson in his arms, Zhao Hao studied him carefully for a moment, memorizing his features. His eyes reddened, and he nodded repeatedly, choking back tears as he said, "He looks just like Qian'er when he was little, like they were made from the same mold. That's right, he's my own son!"

"Haha, my dear grandson! We've finally met!" Zhao Hao laughed through tears, gave his grandson a big kiss on the cheek, and then hugged him tightly, cherishing him dearly.

"He's the only son of our Chu royal family, I treasure him to death!"

Today, Zhao Hao has experienced a series of emotional ups and downs, which has been quite exciting.

After being held and rocked by his father for a while, which calmed him down, he was then taken over by a fat old man who kept smacking his face with his short, stiff stubble, which stung his cheeks.

Zhao Hao opened his eyes wide in confusion, hesitated for a moment, then his little mouth twitched again, and then he burst into tears again. While crying, he struggled in Zhao Hao's arms, stretching his fat and short arms toward Niao Niao, begging his mother for help.

The scene of the grandmother and grandson meeting for the first time was so heartwarming, but even the mother couldn't save him. She stood aside smiling, completely ignoring her son's pleas for help.

Zhao Hao's biological father and grandfather made him cry twice before they were satisfied and handed him back to Niao Niao.

Zhao Hao looked around at his daughters-in-law and nodded with satisfaction: "It's a rare occasion for the whole family to be reunited today, so we should hold a feast to celebrate and drink to our hearts' content. So... oh?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Hao saw Feng Shi in the crowd, and his face immediately darkened. He said with displeasure, "Why are you here?"

Madam Feng's face was even uglier than his, and she said coldly, "What's it to you!"

Zhao Hao said with a gloomy face, "Our family is reunited. If you have nothing else to do, you can go back now."

Madam Feng sneered, "Qian'er is my son. Ask him if I'm an outsider."

The two started arguing as soon as they met. Di Ying and the other women looked at each other, wanting to persuade him but not daring to. So they kept giving Zhao Xiaoqian meaningful glances.

Zhao Xiaoqian sighed. These two old rivals weren't the kind of "enemies" you see in melodramatic TV shows. They might curse at each other, but they cared about each other.

He could see that the divorced parents' relationship had truly broken down, and there was absolutely no possibility of reconciliation. The "hatred" they spoke of was genuine, without any pretense.

Seeing the two men hurling insults at each other like fighting cocks, their words growing increasingly vulgar, and on the verge of physical fight, Zhao Xiaoqian had no choice but to step in and smooth things over.

"Alright, stop! That's enough! On this joyous day, you two shouldn't spoil the fun. For my sake, how about you call a truce?"

Zhao Hao and Madam Feng had no choice but to shut up, but their eyes continued to clash fiercely in the air.

The phrase "If a look could kill someone," from those domineering CEO novels, is probably something like this.

Zhao Xiaoqian was still not satisfied and carefully reminded them, "Your two precious grandchildren are watching you now. Don't let your adult grudges affect the child. Be good, smile at each other, and act out a scene of 'grandfather and grandmother being respectful' with your grandchildren..."

Zhao Hao and Madam Feng were startled. They glanced at their grandson instinctively, then forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"All done! That's a wrap. Thanks to both of you for your Oscar-worthy performances. Let's head to the Funing Palace. Old Zheng, tell the Imperial Kitchen that I'm hosting a family banquet tonight. Have the Imperial Chefs bring out their best skills and prepare some truly impressive dishes!"

Zheng Chunhe accepted the order with a smile.

The crowd followed Zhao Xiaoqian toward the Funing Palace. They saw the palace eunuchs, maids, and imperial guards bowing to Zhao Xiaoqian, each with a deep sense of awe on their face.

Di Ying and the other women were suddenly shocked to realize that their husbands were now the rulers of the world, the emperors of the Song Dynasty, and had taken the most prestigious position in the world, ruling over the world and controlling the fate of all people.

Looking at Zhao Xiaoqian's back in his yellow robe, a new and complex feeling welled up in the hearts of the women.

Upon arriving at the Funing Palace, tables and chairs had already been set out. Everyone sat down in turn. Zhao Hao gestured for Zhao Xiaoqian to sit in the head seat, but Zhao Xiaoqian shook his head, offering the head seat to Zhao Hao and Lady Feng instead.

The two naturally refused to sit. They knew the palace etiquette better than anyone else: the emperor and his subjects came first, then the father and son. This was an ironclad rule. If they were to sit in the first seat today, it would be an act of usurpation.

Zhao Xiaoqian shook his head and smiled, "In the palace, the emperor has the final say. You two are my own parents, and I have no reason to let you sit in the guest seats. Even if the emperor is greater than the heavens, he is still my son in front of you two."

Before Zhao Hao and Madam Feng could object, Zhao Xiaoqian placed his hands on their shoulders and applied slight pressure, forcing them to sit down.

Zhao Xiaoqian was satisfied. He sat down to Feng's right, picked up his chubby son, and started teasing him again.

(End of this chapter)