For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on Mei Meng.
Without changing her expression, she bent down and picked up the slip of paper.
The Sovereign of Qi was standing nearby and could read its contents at a glance. A strange glint flashed through her eyes, and she hesitated to speak. Miao Ne, dressed in You Bao's armor and accompanying the Sovereign all day, also had an excellent view. As the Sovereign's "kindred spirit," she never missed the slightest change in her expression. What the Sovereign couldn't conveniently say, she could: "This handwriting seems a little familiar?"
Gongyang Yongye didn't recognize Mei Meng's handwriting, but Miao Ne did.
Thanks to Miao Ne's tireless efforts, the Sovereign of Qi genuinely trusted her. She not only let Miao Ne copy her calligraphy, but also had her write congratulatory notes to ministers for festivals and taught her, step by step, how to handle less important memorials and ease her workload. No matter how deftly Miao Ne handled things, she always respectfully asked for the Sovereign's approval. The Sovereign was pleased, but also felt a trace of regret.
What did she regret?
Naturally, she regretted that such a promising young woman wasn't her daughter.
If Miao Ne were her daughter, there would be no suspense over who would be chosen as Crown Princess, and she wouldn't have had to give birth several years in a row just to produce a talented, suitable heir. Even if giving birth wasn't much trouble for her now, and she didn't have to raise the children herself or worry about them, carrying a fetus still meant observing certain restrictions. It inevitably inconvenienced her private life.
At times like these, she regretted not being a man. Men didn't have to carry children themselves, so it was efficient and low-cost. If one