Zhao Junyao teased her a few more times.
He continued until her cheeks turned red as blood.
He held her tightly.
"In the blink of an eye, I've been on the throne for a full eight years; am I not a good Emperor?!"
Xia Ruqing rubbed her flushed cheeks, thought for a moment, then nodded.
"You are!"
Wouldn't it count after exhausting himself like this?
Moreover,
Even though she couldn't gather much news of the court in the harem,
The fact that peace reigned across the Great Chu Dynasty, and the seasonal calm of the rivers and seas was known to everyone, was indisputable.
A young man in his twenties achieving such accomplishments.
It wasn't just about ability; it required a great deal of dedication.
If this isn't what a good Emperor should be,
Then what is?!
Zhao Junyao, hearing this, indeed felt quite pleased.
"In that case, I can finally rest assured beneath the Underworld, knowing that I can report to my late father!"
