The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2762: Say What You Mean (14)

The Noble Consort Mu and others hurriedly knelt before Emperor Xuanjing to greet him.

Though the Empress Dowager was quite old, she was still sharp. She glanced up and down at Emperor Xuanjing—he didn’t seem to be indulging excessively—could there really be something else going on?

Emperor Xuanjing felt somewhat awkward under his mother’s scrutiny.

"Weiwei," the Empress Dowager sighed, "What on earth is going on these past days?"

"Mother," Emperor Xuanjing sighed, rubbing his temples with his hand, "Recently, I haven’t been sleeping well due to these dreams. I thought perhaps having someone around might help, so I summoned them to try, but it still didn’t work." That means the eight people he called weren’t the ones who cursed him.

Xinxin said he was cursed about an hour ago, so it was around last December. To be on the safe side, he had called up the list of all the concubines who had shared a bed with him from September last year onwards—when he counted, there were only twenty people in total.

"What a mess," the Empress Dowager sighed painfully. "Summoning concubines is normal, but so many at once gives a bad impression."

"Mother, your lesson is right; I was too hasty."

"Alright, since it’s a misunderstanding, just clear it up," the Empress Dowager rose to her feet, "It’s late, you should rest, tomorrow there’s morning court, I am but an old bag of bones and already weary."

"I bid farewell to Mother," Emperor Xuanjing hurriedly bowed, and then earnestly instructed his attendants to carefully escort the Empress Dowager back.

After the Empress Dowager left, the four concubines were also sent away. Only then did Emperor Xuanjing breathe a sigh of relief, unable to help but chuckle—it had been quite the exhausting two nights, but there’s no choice; the endeavor must continue.

However, Xinxin said her acupuncture would only be effective for eight hours, and by tomorrow morning it would be time to summon that girl into the palace.

The poor Emperor returned and fell into a dazed sleep for about an hour before getting up again for the morning court.

"No wonder Xinxin mocks me for looking for trouble," Emperor Xuanjing stood waiting for Eunuch Ping to dress him, unable to keep himself from complaining.

"Emperor, what does this mean?" Eunuch Ping tied the belt for the Emperor.

"That girl says, what’s good about being an emperor? Working to the point of exhaustion, too many people wanting my head," Emperor Xuanjing lowered his arm, "It’s really not as blissful as the old folks in their village," he chuckled after speaking.

"Madam Ruyi is indeed one to speak her mind," Eunuch Ping also laughed, "She even said when I am too old to serve here, she’ll go to the village, give me a small courtyard, change the dishes every meal to give me something delicious. Then every day she’ll let me stroll in the fields, fish in the river, or even tell stories to kids in the school, and gossip with the old folks in the village, guaranteeing I can live to ninety-nine."

"Really?" Emperor Xuanjing’s eyes widened, "Why hasn’t that girl ever mentioned this to me?"

Eunuch Ping chuckled to himself, thinking you are the Emperor, is it appropriate to tell you?

"No way, you go personally to bring her here. Today, I have to ask her why she hasn’t prepared a courtyard for me."

"Emperor, the land beneath the skies belongs to the kingdom, where does it need her to prepare?"

"It’s not the same," Emperor Xuanjing poutingly said, "I must see if that little girl has me, the Emperor, in her heart."