The emperor was very happy by Xia Chu's words. He smiled and told Eunuch Li: "Give Chu'er a portion of all the things I like to eat on weekdays."
Eunuch Li said yes, bowed and went to do his errands.
The emperor led him to the table and motioned for him to sit down: "Let's see if your taste is the same as mine."
In Xia Chu's heart, he just hated why the imperial study room was not bigger, and why he reached the table without taking two steps. He had just quietly checked his pulse and noticed some clues, so he couldn't help but let go of his hand, but his face was still full of excitement. With a smile on his face: "The emperor's taste is naturally the most delicious. If you like to eat it, it must be extremely delicious."
The Marquis was still standing at the door, watching the two of them chatting and laughing, walking towards them with a dissatisfied look on his face, and scolded Xia Chu: "Your father still If you leave it behind, you will lead the emperor away."
The emperor laughed even more happily after hearing this: "What's so mean? I led him here. Why are you yelling at him? Look at how stingy you are."
Hearing this, Xia Chu raised his chin proudly, looking like a fox pretending to be a tiger, making the emperor laugh from ear to ear.
"Why did you enter the palace with him today?" the emperor asked Xia Chu.
"I want to be the emperor." Xia Chu blurted out.
Although the emperor sounded extremely comfortable, his face was still dubious: "Seriously?"
Xia Chu clicked his tongue and said seriously: "You will lose your head if you deceive the emperor."
The Marquis rolled his eyes, seeing for the first time his ability to tell lies with open eyes. If he hadn't suppressed it with all his strength, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
The emperor touched his forehead, looking doting on him.
Outside the house, Eunuch Li had already started to bring the maids to serve meals and dishes, setting a full table. Although Xia Chu was greedy, he really felt that there were too many...
"You have taken advantage of Chu'er today." The emperor teased the Marquis.
The Marquis could finally sneer, it had choked him to death just now.
Xia Chu, on the other hand, didn't care about feasting on the food, which made the emperor really believe that he just came into the palace to have a meal...
Xia Chu buried his head in eating for a long time, only to hear the Marquis say worriedly in his ear: "Your Majesty, why did you only use a few chopsticks? Aren't these your favorite foods?"
He then raised his head and looked at the emperor blankly with his mouth full of oil.
When the emperor saw him like this, he smiled and took a handkerchief to wipe the oil stains from his mouth.
Xia Chu could really feel the emperor's love for him, so he asked in a very sincere tone: "Is the emperor feeling unwell?"
Seeing the sincere look of worry on his face, the emperor's smile grew deeper. He put down the veil and waved his hand: "No, I just haven't had much appetite recently."
Xia Chu's eyes turned and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Does the Emperor still remember the sweetheart who followed me into the palace?"
Mr. Hou shook his hand, and the dish he held with the chopsticks fell back onto the plate.
Fortunately, the emperor was stunned for a moment and didn't pay attention. He immediately said to Xia Chu: "I remember her name is Lan Yuying. What's wrong?"
Xia Chu said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you also know that I have been recuperating in the mountains since I was weak since I was a child. The doctor who took care of me is her father. Therefore, her medical skills are also excellent. Why don't we let her enter the palace? Do you want to take a look for the emperor?"
The veins on Mr. Hou's forehead were pulsing. Just now he kept saying that cheating the king would lead to losing one's head...
Regardless of Lan Yuying's inability to heal, just her face and the person in the portrait made the Marquis feel sick in his heart.
The emperor was silent for a moment before speaking: "I'm fine and don't need to see a doctor."
Xia Chu refused, pinching the emperor's sleeve and tugging: "It's best if it doesn't matter. Then let her come into the palace to see you. Just think that she and I will accompany you for another meal."
The emperor frowned and thought. When Xia Chu saw this, he tugged on his sleeves and called coquettishly: "Your Majesty..."
The emperor nodded, pinched his eyebrows, turned to face the Marquis, and said, "How can you bear this when you are in the house every day?"
The Marquis was still worried about how Xia Chu would end up letting Lan Yuying go to the palace for medical treatment. When he saw the emperor turning around to talk to him, he also picked up a rare nice word to say: "He is just acting coquettishly towards you. The man in the house spoke to me very forcefully."
Sure enough, the emperor was very happy after hearing this, and his face was filled with uncontrollable joy.
Eunuch Li, who was standing by, also remembered Xia Chu in his heart. He thought that the Marquis was already an exception for the emperor, so he dared to speak loudly to the emperor.
I never thought that the son of the Marquis was more capable than the emperor, so I must not offend him.
Therefore, when the Marquis took Xia Chu to leave, the emperor sent Eunuch Li to escort them out of the palace.
After leaving the imperial study room, the Marquis asked Eunuch Li to go back and wait on him.
If it was normal, Eunuch Li would have responded with a smile and retreated.
But today, he refused to leave no matter what, and insisted on sending the Marquis and Xia Chu out of the palace.
The Marquis had been holding back his desire to ask about the portrait, but Eunuch Li had no idea why he was crazy today, and he had to escort them to the palace gate before leaving.
The Marquis looked at his back and pinched his eyebrows, then quickly pulled Xia Chu onto the carriage and asked impatiently: "The portrait..."
"Dad took so long, so naturally I put it back quickly." Xia Chu knew what he was worried about and quickly spoke to calm his uneasy heart.
The Marquis held his chest and let out a sigh, and then his face turned serious again: "Ying'er doesn't know medical skills. Aren't you going to be a gangster when you bring him into the palace for medical treatment?"
Xia Chu patted his hand to express comfort: "Of course I have a way, dad, don't worry about it."
The Marquis still looked worried, frowning in worry: "But her face..."
Xia Chu's face also froze: "That's why I brought her into the palace to see if I can get some clues from the emperor."
The Marquis gave him an angry look and was quite dissatisfied: "It's too radical. We still don't know what kind of entanglement the woman in the portrait has with the emperor. We should find out more about it."
Xia Chu patiently advised in a gentle voice: "You grew up with the Emperor since childhood, and you don't even know this person. Where should we start to find out?"
The Marquis was speechless by what he said, but his gentle attitude made it hard to scold him.
Seeing that he was holding his breath, Xia Chu laughed out loud and continued: "Dad, do you still remember that the emperor first met Meng An and said that she looked very much like an old friend."
The Marquis nodded. He remembered that he asked Huo Tianxiu who was present at that time, but he did not remember such an old friend.
Xia Chu sighed: "So, no one knows about this woman's existence at all. How the emperor met her and what his relationship with her is cannot be found out. He can only bring Lan Yuying into the palace. Palace, see if you can make some insinuations and find out something..."
(End of chapter)