Zhao Xi has been busy with nothing but buying and decorating his new house for a while now.

  First, make a compressive cookie, then let the cookie hype up, put a self-expanding wind... He doesn't believe that smelling the stench won't attract anyone to eat meat.

  Of course, this is just within a certain range.

  For example, husbands may have some suspicions but they don't bother with such trivial matters.

  The new policy has kept them busy enough.

  Zhao Xi felt a sense of urgency, but didn't rush, after all, he was still young...

  If it can be done now, then do it; if it cannot be done, then wait for the right time.

  So he just recently asked the queen for some older palace maids... As for being "older", it simply means they are no longer favored by the old man.

  People of this kind are more down-to-earth in comparison, no longer fantasizing about entering the hall, and have also resigned themselves to their fate. Some have even found a partner and are making do with life together.

  This kind of person has an advantage, they don't have a particularly close relationship with that concubine, and relatively speaking, their social relationships are clean.

  Moreover, they all have a deep accumulation of maternal love with nowhere to express it... and Zhao Xi just happens to be the kind of person that everyone loves.

  Even if I don't have children of my own, it's still a pleasure to see kids like Prince Edward every day.

  Cookies come from these people's hands.

  What truly comforted Zhao Xixi was that this group of people didn't have a single stupid one among them, on the contrary, they were all clever and skilled, and even easier to train than those eunuchs.

  So biscuits are no longer limited to sweet and savory flavors or scallion flavor.

  Empress Cao didn't have time to bother with these things recently, as per usual, the upbringing of the imperial son is the empress's responsibility. Even if it was Consort Zhang, according to the rules, after giving birth to the imperial son, she should hand him over to Ciming Palace for nurturing.

  Although Empress Cao was uncertain whether the officials would spoil Zhang's rules or not, she had to do what she should do.

  From personal attendants to wet nurses and arrangements for the nursery, she had to take care of everything herself.

  Just today, the midwife has been inside for a long time, and at least Empress Cao feels that it's really not a short time... The news from her maternal uncle's family was brought in by someone from her own family, and they still want to get involved in the matter of the pastry. She is anxious in her heart, thinking of going to tell Xi'er about it, but she can't leave this place.

  Zhao Zhen even pushed away the imperial audience, using the excuse that it was a legitimate reason, as today is the birthday of Empress Zhang, and the officials also understood.

  "The midwife is here, and Zhang's wife has had children before, don't worry."

  "I know, I know..."

  Zhao Zhen nodded in agreement while continuing to saunter along, without stopping his footsteps at all.

  How many times has it been? Always holding onto hope and waiting, but in the end, it's always one blow after another.

  "Congratulations to the government, joy of getting tiles."

  The delivery room fell silent for a while, and the midwife came out, saying congratulations with her mouth, but the tone, intonation, and expression had no congratulatory meaning at all.

  She also knew what the officials were looking forward to, thinking that she could once again give birth to a prince like Prince E for the royal family... but it was still a girl.

  She knew that this time's reward... was just that.

  "As usual, reward!"

  Zhao Zhen suddenly lost his energy, wanted to turn around and leave, but felt it was too obvious, so he calmly ordered the saint to reward him, then sat down gloomily.

  Empress Cao felt a inexplicable sense of relief when she heard the news about Nuo Wa. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she wasn't sure if it was because she didn't have to worry about adding more people to Ci Ming Palace or if Xi Er didn't have to worry about the throne.

  This is better, and it's also less trouble for the palace.

  The midwife had packed up and left, walking away with a sullen expression. Zhao Zhen was still sitting there, looking sulky.

  The sky was already late, Empress Cao felt annoyed in her heart and had to accompany the officials, accompanying them with a stuffy feeling.

  "Your Majesty, Xi'er's dinner needs to be arranged by me, I'll head back to Ciming Palace first."

  Zhang's family was uneventful, but he had to accompany the officials in their idleness.

  "Oh... hurry back, Saint, don't make Xi'er wait."

  At this time, Zhao Zhen suddenly remembered that he still had Xier, only... only Xier was too clever, and many times, he forgot about Xier's age.

  Xī ěr seems to be completely carefree, making him unable to find that paternal feeling.

  The Zhang family gave birth to a princess, and before Empress Cao returned to Ciming Palace, the entire Bianliang City already knew about it.

  This inner courtyard leak... perhaps this matter should be so, after all, it's more or less a happy event for the official family, spreading it around won't do much harm.

  It's just that everyone has different thoughts.

  ……

  "Father, Zhang's wife has given birth to a baby girl..."

  Zhao Zongsheng just said this one sentence and didn't say anything more.

  It was always his responsibility on this side of the palace, and now that he knew Zhang had given birth to a baby girl, he didn't know whether he should be happy or disappointed.

  For almost a year now, the idea of thirteen inheriting the throne has been filled with resentment towards Zhao Xie's son.

  Liu Cheng went out and got blown away by the northwest wind in Hedong, and the carefully nurtured imperial guards were burned to death by heavenly fire. Organizing a banquet for Tong Ying was supposed to be a good thing, but it ended up displeasing Lord Jia instead.

  Zhang's pregnancy was met with great anticipation in the Wangfu, where everyone secretly hoped for a male heir. If it weren't for the unlucky number thirteen, they would have openly prayed for one.

  Now, Zhang gave birth to a baby girl.

  "Zong Chen, about what we discussed earlier, you try to arrange it."

  The Marquis of Ping's mouth twitched, his back teeth clenched, as if he was about to say something vicious.

  "Dad..."

  Must it be so? Zhao Zongting was a bit apprehensive. That was still the idea he had just put forward when Zongshi first left the palace, thinking of creating a situation where both sides would suffer losses.

  But now... that Zhao Xi young man, thinking about it also gives Zhao Zong a headache.

  "Don't ask! Just arrange it."

  Marquis Ping waved his hand and Zhao Zongcheng walked out of the house.

  ……

  "Mrs. Zhang gave birth to a baby girl."

  "This is very good. The great unity without discord can also concentrate the strength of the imperial court."

  Zhengshitang just casually said a few words, and this matter was settled.

  The implementation of the new policy has really entered the deep water area, and the originally turbid imperial court has been stirred up even more, to the point where it is impossible to distinguish each other's stance.

  The court discussions have become as noisy as a marketplace, and not a single topic can be decided in a day. That official who was particularly afraid of trouble, originally full of vigor and spirit, seems to have been doused with cold water, and no longer has the determination he had at the beginning of the year.

  In such a chaotic imperial court, who has the mind to care about the birth of a prince or princess?

  Zhao Xi also knew at this time, Wang Zhongzheng's sneaky appearance, as if it was a good thing, with a smile on his face, told Zhao Xi.

  What's the big deal? Don't mention this time, next time it will still be a girl.

  "Be upright and don't follow the example of idle people in the palace. Just do things properly and straightforwardly, don't spread rumors or speak nonsense."

  Let's not say that Lao Die was originally destined to be childless, but even if he had ten or eight... Okay, I still can't do anything to harm others. The question is, would Lao Die have ten or eight sons?

  In fact, Zhao Xi didn't know if coming over here would bring a series of changes for himself either.

  An emperor who originally had no heirs suddenly has a successor, which for the Song Dynasty is not just a butterfly but a large bird flapping its wings.

  Apart from inquiring about Zhao Zhen's life due to his name, he also knew about those Judge Bao dramas and the like, but nothing else.

  With a thousand years of experience, at this moment there is no difference with the indigenous people, equally ignorant of the future.