r18novel Chapter 1952 My Mother
Chapter 1952 My Mother
It's already chilly outside.
On nights like this, the wind carries a certain force.
The food and wine prepared by the prince were in the small flower hall in the backyard.
Zhou Ze was very familiar with this place; he had often drunk here with his uncle before.
His drinking capacity was actually intentionally developed by his uncle.
At the Prince's residence, he tasted dozens of kinds of wine.
His uncle had told him that he could stop drinking in the future, but he had to at least know how to drink, and he had to taste all the wines that he could roughly name so that he would know what they tasted like.
In the future, if he ever encounters any underhanded tactics related to alcohol, he will be able to smell them and recognize their unusual nature.
Once you swallow a drink, you should be able to tell if something is wrong, so you don't just blindly drink any kind of alcohol.
The small flower room is now lit with warm yellow lights, making it cozy but not stuffy.
There was a scent in the room that he had become somewhat familiar with over the past few days.
That's the scent of tranquilizing incense.
These past few days, it's been burning frequently in his father's palace. After all, it was bought from the First Mystic Sect at great expense, and his father is quite reliant on this incense because he has discovered that it is truly effective.
Now they burn calming incense here too.
When Zhou Ze thought that the incense was made by his aunt, he remembered the day she saved him.
"You're here? What are you standing there for? Come in." Zhou Shiyue looked up and saw Zhou Ze standing by the door, and waved him over.
Several dishes were already laid out on the table to accompany the drinks, and they were still steaming hot, so they looked like they had just been served.
Zhou was somewhat surprised.
"It seems I arrived at just the right time. But how did you know to have wine and food prepared at this hour, Uncle?"
If he had arrived half an hour later, the dishes on this table would have gotten cold, although they would still be edible.
“I don’t have that ability,” Zhou Shiyue pointed behind him, “it was your imperial aunt who calculated it.”
Zhou Ze turned his head and saw Lu Zhaoling carrying two jugs of wine as she entered.
However, there was also Qinglin next to Lu Zhaoling.
Qinglin quickly stepped forward, just in time to block Zhou Ze's gaze from looking at Lu Zhaoling.
Lu Zhaoling wasn't calculating Zhou Ze's information. She had asked Zhou Shiyue, who said that the person currently following Zhou Ze was a eunuch named Xiao Haizi. Now that his status had risen, everyone called him Eunuch Hai.
Lu Zhaoling had met Eunuch Hai, who served the Crown Prince, before, so she calculated the time when Eunuch Hai would arrive at the Prince's residence.
It seems that Zhou Ze did indeed bring Eunuch Hai with him.
The timing was perfect, and the food and wine were prepared and served on time.
Zhou Shiyue admired Lu Zhaoling's actions.
Because there are so many people in the Xuanmen (Taoist sect), but Lu Zhaoling is probably the only one who can apply Xuan techniques to all aspects of life.
"My aunt is truly amazing," Zhou Ze couldn't help but exclaim again.
"You flatter me." Lu Zhaoling put down the wine. "I warmed it up for you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"No need to thank me, we just had a handy person here tonight." Lu Zhaoling laughed.
"What is a tool?" Zhou Ze was a little confused.
"He's just a drinking companion who clinks glasses with you and drinks with you, but doesn't say a word. You can just talk to your royal uncle."
Lu Zhaoling pointed to Qinglin.
Qinglin's eyes widened.
He doesn't know about this yet.
No, he's not a big drinker, so why did you make him drink with the Crown Prince, no, with the Emperor?
"Qinglin, remember, you can only drink, you can't make a sound," Lu Zhaoling said to Qinglin.
Can't make a sound yet?
"Your Highness, I tend to talk a lot when I'm drunk," Qinglin said with a mournful face.
At this moment, Zhou Shiyue chuckled and waved.
Qingfeng strode over and, with a whoosh, struck Qinglin's pressure point, rendering him mute.
“That works,” Zhou Shiyue said.
Qinglin: Aba?
Qingfeng stepped aside.
No wonder the prince didn't punish Qinglin that day; it turns out he remembered and is now waiting here for his punishment.
However, the prince brought out some fine wine today, so it can be considered a pleasant punishment.
Qinglin does talk a lot when he's drunk, and it's really agonizing to keep him quiet right now, so let him suffer.
Zhou Ze hadn't expected his uncle to do something like this, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Then please sit down, Qinglin. Actually, I was thinking that I would drink and Uncle would just keep me company, since Uncle is not well yet."
He knew.
He didn't dare to actually let his uncle drink with him.
But having someone to accompany you for drinks is actually quite nice.
"Does Your Majesty want some?" Zhou Ze asked Lu Zhaoling.
Lu Zhaoling said, "You can have a few drinks."
Zhou Shiyue immediately replied, "Three cups."
Moreover, he had Lu Zhaoling sit next to him, slightly turned to the side, so she didn't have to keep looking at Zhou Ze.
Now that Zhou Ze is the new emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he is even more worried about Lu Zhaoling judging his appearance.
Lu Zhaoling had assured Zhou Zelai before he arrived that she would not look at anything indiscriminately.
They sat down, and once the drinks started, they drank one glass after another.
It seems Zhou really needs to vent.
Having ascended the throne, he had much to say.
He met his mother today and heard what she said, which stirred up a lot of emotions in him.
So he completely let loose, drinking one glass after another, as if he intended to get himself drunk.
Zhou Shiyue and Lu Zhaoling chatted with him intermittently.
Zhou Ze was the one who talked the most.
He's usually a man of few words, but he becomes very talkative after drinking.
"Then I'll offer a toast to my Imperial Aunt."
Zhou raised his glass and looked at Lu Zhaoling.
He got himself half-drunk before he started toasting Lu Zhaoling.
Lu Zhaoling looked up at him and saw that his face was flushed and his eyes were not as clear as before. He was indeed half drunk.
She also raised her glass.
“Aunt, my mother doesn’t want me anymore,” Zhou Ze said, tears welling up in his eyes, his expression aggrieved and vulnerable. “Although she will always be my mother, I know that’s just on the surface.”
Lu Zhaoling was stunned. She looked at Zhou Shiyue, who clicked his tongue lightly.
That kid.
“I’ve almost always regarded my uncle as my father since I was little. So, can I be his aunt or mother in the future?” Zhou Ze said pitifully.
“Zhou Ze…” Zhou Shiyue gritted his teeth.
He hadn't expected this at all; what on earth was this nonsense?
She's about your age.
Have you no shame?
Zhou said weakly, "Uncle, I know that when I say 'mother,' I don't mean I will actually call you 'aunt'. It's just in my heart, just to let me know that I am protected by someone."
“My aunt has the ability to protect me,” Zhou Ze said.
Lu Zhaoling was speechless.
Qinglin's eyes widened.
No way, really?
Your Majesty, this generational order is completely wrong! Being an imperial aunt would also protect you, why does it have to be a mother! His princess is still young and beautiful, yet he already has such a big son, you're making his princess sound old!
Qinglin had a lot of opinions, but he couldn't say anything.