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Seeing Mingyou lazily climbing up from the ground, Feng Xian felt a bit pressured. Although she was a bit disdainful, she still picked her up and defended her with a righteous voice. "Those who dare to mock the empress will be punished with a staff." Everyone fell silent.

Ming You returned to her senses and stood on the stone floor, blankly looking up at Feng Qian. She muttered, "She looks really good!"

Feng Xian's face was neither dark nor red. He had been raped by a three-year-old baby? Although he hadn't reached the crown yet, he was at least seven years older than her.

By his side, De Shun bowed. "Reporting to your majesty, the auspicious hour has arrived."

"Let's go, This Emperor will lead you to Supreme Splendor Hall to announce this to the world!" Feng Xian urged.

Mingyou was small and his legs were short. The steps to the Supreme Splendor Hall were too long, making it especially difficult for him to climb up. Feng Xian could not bear to see this any longer, so he picked her up and carried her along the way. Ming You heaved a sigh of relief and was extremely grateful to him. Feng Xian glanced at her indifferently and said with disdain, "Short legs, it's too time-consuming."

Mingyou pouted and looked at him angrily. Feng Xian was too lazy to respond. In the eyes of the officials, the three-year-old empress looked like she was brought up with a wine gourd hanging from her waist.

The ministers couldn't help laughing, but none of them dared to make a sound. This was already an extremely absurd matter. This 10 year old emperor was already helpless enough, and now a three year old little empress had come. Was this a country of children?

Standing on the last step of the stairs, Feng Xian was standing on the platform. A fiery red robe was fluttering in the wind, and the piece of frost on his waist was wearing a red mini robe.

Mingyou had been told countless times that she didn't need to do anything. The only thing she needed to do was to just stand there.

"Kneel!" "Long live the Emperor, long live the Empress, long live and long live the Empress."

Following that, the historian began to recite a long prayer. The sun was a bit high, and Mingyou was standing and dozing off like a chick pecking rice, bit by bit. Feng Xian glanced at her for a moment before quietly holding the dress behind her to prevent her from falling to the ground.

On the first night of their wedding, although the empress normally slept with them, the two of them were still too young, so they symbolically walked the entire journey and prepared to take away a series of things in advance.

Mingyou stood by the edge of the soft collapse, chewing on a peanut and eating with relish. The palace maid hesitated for a long time before she tried to dissuade him, "Your Highness, this thing cannot be eaten!"

Ming You's round eyes were wide open, and his white face was filled with doubt. "Is this poison?" The peanut in his mouth didn't spit it out, nor did he spit it out.

The palace maid did not expect her brain circuits to be so strange that she was momentarily at a loss for words. What kind of strange question was this? She just wanted to say that these things were customary and not meant for eating.

Feng Xian heard it just as he entered, and couldn't help laughing. He walked in, and all the ladies in the room immediately knelt down to say their goodbyes.

"I've never seen anyone more promising than you!" Feng Xian's words were filled with both mockery and disdain. Ming You saw that his expression was clearly not one of praise, but he did not make a fuss. He whispered, "What does a child like me know?" The voice was childish, but no one could tell that it was a retort.