Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

Ever since his nephew turned 15, he and the Empress had been worried about his marriage, but every time they mentioned it, he would ruthlessly refuse.

They also knew that he was most likely completely hurt by his unreliable mother, which was why he had been refusing to get married.

He had originally thought that his nephew would be like the Crown Prince who had come to collect debts and was still unmarried at 20 to 30 years old, so he had also prepared for this.

He did not expect that on this ordinary day, his nephew would suddenly ask him for the Imperial edict of marriage. He thought in a daze, could it be a prank?

“It’s Qingqing from the Jian Family,” Ming Zhiyan said in a low and hoarse voice.

The Emperor was even more dazed. Although there was no expression on his nephew’s face, he heard a sweet, shy, and proud tone in his voice…

When had his nephew ever spoken in such a voice? He had always been indifferent and calm, as if nothing could enter his eyes. No matter how big of a

thing happened, he seemed to be unfazed.

The key was that when he heard the name from his mouth, he felt even more that this world was not real. Everything was so unreal, and his legs started to go soft. Could it be that this was all a dream? Otherwise, how could he have heard such a ridiculous thing?

The Emperor’s eyes began to lose focus. He knew that Yan had pulled him before he fell, so he asked with concern, “Your Majesty, are you alright?”

Only then did the Emperor feel that his feet had landed on solid ground. This was not a dream.

He shook his head and asked in disbelief, “W-w-w-w-who are you talking about?!”

Ming Zhiyan firmly said, “Jian Family’s Qingqing, Princess Ding’an.”

After confirming it again, the Emperor looked at Ming Zhiyan as if he was a beast and said in shock, “My Princess Ding’an is still so young! You actually dared to go after her?”

Ming Zhiyan stared at him unhappily and said, “It’s my Princess Ding’an.” The Emperor was speechless.

Looking at his eyes which looked like they were about to eat him alive, the Emperor hurriedly said, “Alright, alright, alright. Your Princess Ding’an. Tell me, when did you two get together?”

Wow, he had shocked the world with a single brilliant feat. He still felt like he was in a dream.

Ming Zhiyan pursed his thin lips and looked at him without saying a word.

The Emperor felt his hair stand on end from his stare, but he still said, “If you don’t tell me, I won’t write you an Imperial edict.”

Heh, let’s see if he can’t handle this stinky brat!

At this moment, the Emperor was very pleased with himself. It seemed like he would be able to find a way to deal with this stinky brat in the future.

The two of them persisted for a moment, but in the end, Ming Zhiyan was defeated. He lowered his head and said shyly, “The Mid-Autumn Festival.”

What! No wonder he felt weird when he saw the two of them that day! Princess Ding’an had been pouring wine into his nephew’s mouth and the two of them had a close relationship. He had thought that the two of them only had a good relationship, but he did not think that this was the truth!

It seemed that everyone had been deceived by these two!

But that’s right, the age difference between the two was so big, who would have thought that the two had already secretly done it in private!

However, it was a good thing that his nephew finally had someone he liked. The Emperor was so excited that his face turned red. He waved his hand and said, “Alright, alright, I’ll write you an Imperial edict of your betrothal.”

Unexpectedly, Ming Zhiyan threw out another big news.

In the next moment, he said, “Your Majesty, what I want is the Imperial decree to become Princess Ding’an’s Prince Consort.”

Before the Emperor could understand what he meant, he subconsciously said,

“Isn’t the princess’s husband the Prince Consort?”