Ming Dynasty: Empress Ma and I swapped clothes!

Chapter 116 Your Majesty, You Carry a Heavy Burden

At this moment, Sun Miaoran was truly exhausted.

After being reminded by Sun Miaoran, Su Qing'er belatedly realized that although her words were not inappropriate, they seemed to have stirred up some thoughts in her mistress.

So she instinctively tried to fix it, but she clearly made things worse, making things even more chaotic.

"No, while Ma Wenxiang has his unique strengths, Your Majesty also has yours. Over the years, Your Majesty has managed the palace with such order and discipline."

"If it weren't for the foundation laid by Your Majesty, how could a mere peasant boy have managed such a vast harem?"

"Everything is thanks to Your Majesty bearing the burden ahead of us."

Su Qing'er's words made a lot of sense, but Ma Xiuying's next sentence made the smile on her face freeze instantly.

"So, according to Qing'er's logic, I, as the Empress, am inferior to this young scholar in the palace? And that rascal is indeed handling things more effectively than I, the Empress?"

"That's not how it is, Your Majesty."

Su Qing'er's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

She clearly didn't mean that, so how did Your Highness interpret it that way?

She is innocent.

She was truly wronged, feeling even more wronged than Dou E. Where was the snow in June?

where is it?

At this moment, Ma Xiuying seemed to still be immersed in the emotions she had just experienced. She glanced at her leisurely and said, "Actually, Qing'er, you are right. As an empress and a mother, I am not as experienced as this young man in any aspect."

No wonder you all love him more than me in this palace. Even Xiao Er, Xiao San, Xiao Wu, and even Sun An probably adore him the most as their 'mother.'

"I usually play with them, but when it's time to be strict, I'm never absurd. Although I spoil them, it's not just about spoiling them blindly."

A bitter smile appeared on Ma Xiuying's face, followed by a soft sigh.

These words, however, terrified Su Qing'er, who inwardly cried out: "Your Majesty, this isn't true! This isn't true!" These were Su Qing'er's inner thoughts.

Ma Xiuying was unaware of this, but even if she had, she would probably have simply said, "No need to comfort me."

This is not without its twists and turns.

As the head of the six palaces and the Empress, she could see things clearly and didn't need any words of comfort from others.

At this moment, Su Qing'er looked directly at Sun Miaoran with a pitiful gaze, as if to say: Sister Miaoran, save me! I can't take it anymore! Is the Empress going to send someone to drag me out and beat me to death in a little while?

Su Qing'er's little head was buzzing; she was terrified at that moment.

So, thinking of their future sisterly bond, Sun Miaoran took the initiative to speak, her voice melodious and gentle: "Your Majesty, it's not quite like that."

Ma Wenxiang's idea was merely novel, and even if the Empress was somewhat inferior, with her intelligence, she could easily make up for it in a short time.

"Your Majesty will surely enjoy good health and longevity in the future. This is just a momentary feeling. It's never too late to mend your ways."

Sun Miaoran slowly began to speak.

have to say.

Her words were indeed pertinent and incisive, and upon closer listening, they were easier to accept.

Ma Xiuying was greatly comforted by this.

Actually, even without Sun Miaoran's words of comfort, given Ma Xiuying's temperament, she would probably be able to adjust herself in the time it takes to drink a few cups of tea. However, it is indeed a good thing to have someone comfort her when she is feeling troubled.

"Miaoran, you understand me best."

Ma Xiuying slowly began to speak.

At this moment, Su Qing'er had absolutely no desire to compete for favor. Just now, she felt as if her deceased grandfather was beckoning to her.

At this moment, he was too grateful to Sun Miaoran, how could he possibly harbor any resentment?

Absolutely not, Su Qing'er isn't that ungrateful.

However, she had nowhere to vent her grievances, and she secretly cursed in her heart: Ma Wenxiang, it's all your fault, everything is your fault.

If it weren't for you, how could I have made such a mistake?

If the Empress kicks me out of the palace, and you don't support me for the rest of my life, you're finished, completely finished.

Su Qing'er thought fiercely to herself, but the threat was really not strong, but it was the maximum she, a silly little girl, could think of.

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"What does it mean to indulge in debauchery? This is what it means to indulge in debauchery. Big places are certainly nice, but small places have their own unique charm, don't you all agree?"

At this moment, in the Feng Hua Lou, the third to last building on the sixteenth floor, Ma Wenxiang was speaking loudly in the most spacious and bright private room on the second floor.

He let out a cheer, and the surrounding privileged young masters all looked at him with fervent admiration, as if he were an idol.

There was no way around it; the variety of fun activities Ma Wenxiang had taken them out to do over the past few days had utterly astonished them. They had never imagined that there could be so many intricacies involved in having fun.

Moreover, while having fun, one can also do good deeds. In this way, even if one returns to one's own marquis's or duke's mansion in the future, one's parents will not ask about it.

They can also have enough reasons to explain, and their parents might even praise them, saying that they know how to behave and do good deeds.

After the older generation retires.

These good deeds are a great help to these new generation members who step into the court and become new powerful nobles.

This is what you call having fun and getting things done at the same time – a perfect win-win situation.

In the past few days.

Under Ma Wenxiang's leadership, they first purged the wells along the Qinhuai River in Beijing and defeated all the so-called evil forces.

As for the powerful backers behind those evil forces, they naturally had no choice but to accept it.

There's nothing we can do if it's just one or two lowly privileged young masters causing trouble.

They are considered elders, and they are still managing to hold on, albeit with difficulty.

With so many privileged second-generation nobles showing up together, any elder who had any sense of propriety would not dare to argue with them in the slightest.

It even escalated into a major incident.

They were all determined to suffer the consequences, so they had no choice but to accept their fate.

In addition to clearing out the wells along the Qinhuai River, the thieves near the capital were also directly wiped out by the elite troops secretly mobilized by Ma Wenxiang, who euphemistically called them "the young and experienced soldiers of Xun Gui's faction".

Once this excuse was given, the uncles and elders who had watched them grow up could only stare wide-eyed and join in their foolishness.

After all, this matter was indeed handled beautifully. The security in the capital and the lives of the nearby people have indeed become more peaceful and prosperous. These are all real achievements. Some people even jointly wrote to the government and sent a banner to the people to praise their great achievements.

It was as if these spoiled brats who used to only cause trouble had become heroes protecting the area.