Empress Cao sat in the sunlight of the afternoon, her mind alternating between thinking about official business and that increasingly robust Xier.

  At first, the queen was worried when she saw Zhao Xi eating so much. She usually ate less and had a light diet, so she didnt need Hawthorn water at all, but for Zhao Xi, she had to prepare it.

  The Cao imperial family was a military family, and in her own family she had also seen children with big appetites, but Zhao Xi was different... She looked at him in shock.

  Its really my good fortune Zhao Song!

  Children can eat without accumulating food, and in the end it is a good thing, especially for Zhao Xi who was originally physically weak. Such a change can be considered a blessing from heaven for the officials family.

  His kindness was finally rewarded with heavens pity.

  Originally weak Zhao Xi, these days have become more and more robust. The complexion is no longer pale, nor just a flush on the cheeks, but the whole face is rosy... This is the complexion that children should have.

  These days, even if officials come to the Ciming Palace, they are all in a hurry. The court is in chaos, either you impeach me today or I accuse you tomorrow, not a single day is peaceful.

  Another new policy is being implemented, and there are ten more articles... Alas! As a woman, its really hard to say anything.

  Yes, Officer, are you really ready to take action?

  Zhao Zhen has never been a man of firm stance, Empress Cao knew her husband well. He was soft at the root and had never been decisive in his actions, even for small matters, he would hesitate for half a day, thinking left and right, fearing that one mistake would lead to an irreversible situation.

  The vast empire is also difficult for him.

  Zhao Zhen was only a mediocre emperor. His early experiences made him lack the confidence that an emperor should have, and he has always relied on his diligence, professionalism, and tolerance to maintain the operation of the empire.

  But now, what new policy is being implemented? You officials, you are not Fan Xiang, nor are you Fu University Scholars. Hope the border is stable, otherwise, your body...

  Zhao Xi made up for the regrets of his childhood, and in these days, he played all the games that could be played, and even brought Gao Chao to become a crazy girl.

  The queen is not indulgent either, Xier is not yet of school age, and at this age, its just play.

  This child is almost three years old. Not to mention a royal family, even an ordinary farming and reading family would let their children start school now. Theres really not much time left for this kind of play.

  The royal swing doesnt just belong to children, all the idle people in the harem will sit on the swing, gently swaying back and forth, silently reciting the lyrics of "Liu San Bian" from outside the palace, indulging in a beautiful but impossible future.

  Since Zhao Xi started playing on the swing, everyone else could only be spectators. This was the future master of the entire imperial palace, and no one dared to compete with him.

  Zhao Xis small hands grasped the rope tightly, as the swing took her up and down. It was really exciting, much more fun than playing with those merry-go-rounds or puppet dolls.

  Every time he swings high, he can see the distant rooftops, as if they could take him out of this palace.

  To be honest, the imperial palace of the Song Dynasty is not that big. In just a few days, he, a two or three-year-old kid, has almost explored every nook and cranny. Of course, this only refers to the rear palace; he hasnt been to the front hall, and Empress Dowager doesnt allow him to go there either.

  Its really boring, being an emperor is also quite uninteresting. Almost a lifetime spent in this small piece of land, the so-called world, as the master of the emperor, can only see the words on paper.

  Zhao Xi has been thinking about the benefits of being an emperor these days, but apart from having more women, theres nothing that really excites him.

  Huh? Suddenly Zhao Xi felt himself flying outward... The rope broke! In an instant, Zhao Xi understood.

  "Your Highness..."

  "Sanro..."

  Things are messed up, but Zhao Xi cant help it. Who can help after flying high on a swing? Its still oneself carrying the swing and flying far away.

  Zhao Xie could feel himself flying away from the swings position and towards the nearby garden.

  Early spring, the garden hasnt had time to turn over the soil yet. Although the remaining snow has melted, the hardness of the ground hasnt alleviated much.

  While Zhao Xi was in the moment when the rope broke, the person holding the rope was thrown up at the same time, higher than the horizontal bar of a swing.

  Zhao Xi knew he had to let go of the rope at a certain point when he was thrown out. If he fell with the rope, it would be better for him to fall alone, as there would be many uncertainties about the rope and the base.

  He didnt panic and was very clear in his mind about what to do next to minimize injury.

  He needs to adjust his landing posture, avoiding his head and torso, best if he can land on both legs, then...

  Zhao Xis mind was clear about the trick of adjusting his body in mid-air, but he was uncertain whether his current body could complete the action well.

  Zhao Xi opened his eyes and looked at him. If he fell down now, he would definitely hit the ground with his head...

  He started with a slight bend of his knees, and using the momentum from bending his knees to swing his body, he arched his head back as far as possible, then bent his knees again...

  Fortunately, when Zhao Xi looked around the environment again, he knew that he had done it. At this time, he was completely standing and falling down, although there was still a forward force thrown out from the swing, at least his body posture was the least damaged.

  Its just a matter of time, and those below have already anticipated the outcome.

  One day, Zhao Xi fell in the direction of running, for example, Xiao Niangzi, who was still shouting "Xi Lang".

  Some people rushed to Ciming Palace, while others went straight to the front hall.

  Everyone is going crazy, running with all their might...

  People think differently and act differently in times of crisis.

  The key is that the imperial palace was originally a place with the most disordered thoughts.

  Zhao Zhen was at the time in the Weiyang Palace, listening to Fan Xiangong and several other prime ministers discuss the pros and cons of the new policies.

  Of course, the benefits outweigh the drawbacks. At least thats what these few people say. Whether its Fu Bian who has recently arrived at the center of power or old Premier Du Yan.

  Yesterday, Zhao Zhen was already sprayed with saliva by Xia Gong for half a day, and today its the turn of the reformists to be sprayed.

  If they werent all gathered together, then apart from mutual abuse, nothing useful could be heard.

  "Official... official residence... King of Wu... King of Wu fell from the swing..."

  The eunuch who suddenly rushed in was panting and finally managed to say his words clearly.

  Zhao Zhens brain cant hold too many things, now his brain is all about the new law. But the words "Wang Ye fell" instantly filled his mind.

  Zhao Zhen suddenly stood up and didnt even bother to greet the various gentlemen, let alone go through the formalities.

  Ordinarily weak Zhao Zhen rushed towards the rear palace like a madman...

  The gentlemen were shocked by this news, and it directly blew them out of their deductions about the new law. They followed Zhao Zhen and ran after him in a most unseemly manner...

  Its just been a few days!

  After the first day of work, I learned that King E of Wu is in good health. All the ministers and workers can breathe a sigh of relief, no longer worrying about the inheritance of Zhao Song, nor having to look at the anxious faces of their colleagues who are eager to take over.

  Its just been a few days and another mess has happened!