Muzong of Jing was stunned.
Only then did he notice a man standing next to the dragon bed.
He is tall and tall, with an overly handsome face. He is wearing a strange black tight-fitting dress, his hair is so short that his smooth forehead is exposed, and his entire outfit is incompatible with the Jing Dynasty.
He stared at Jiang Muyan and looked up and down for more than ten seconds, looking from his short hair to his suit, from his watch to his leather shoes, and then suddenly turned his head to look at Song Yutang, with a surprise in his expression. "Mom, this is the Black Guard of Impermanence who escorted you back, right?"
Jiang Muyan:"..."
Muzong of Jing waved his hand, full of pride. "I am the emperor, rich all over the world. As long as you are willing to let my mother stay with me, I will give you everything you want, gold and silver mountains, fiefs and titles, just ask."
Jiang Muyan opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know where to start his rant.
Song Yutang was suppressing laughter next to him, covering his mouth and shoulders shaking, and burst out laughing again before his tears dried.
Muzong of Jing Seeing that he didn't speak, he became even more sure of his guess. "What? You think I gave you too little? Then you say it yourself, I will burn whatever you want..."
"Ahem." Song Yutang finally couldn't help interrupting him and cleared his throat. "Qi'er, he is not Black Guard of Impermanence."
Muzong of Jing was stunned. "Then who is he?"
Song Yutang glanced at Jiang Muyan: "He is my... current husband."
The bedroom was quiet for three seconds.
Muzong of Jing's expression went from confused to shocked, from shocked to unbelievable, and finally settled on an unabashed disgust.
He scanned Jiang Muyan from head to toe again, his eyebrows twisted into knots. "Husband? Just him?"
Jiang Muyan raised his eyebrows, folded his arms in front of his chest, and looked at him with a half-smile.
Muzong of Jing grabbed Song Yutang's sleeve.
Although he was still in vain, his posture was sufficient, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction. "Auntie, if you want to show your face, just tell your son. I will burn the best men in the world for you. This year's number one scholar and the third most handsome man are both good, with good character and good talent and learning. Forget it, the second best man is a little fat and has pockmarks."
Jiang Muyan The corners of his mouth twitched.
Song Yutang dumbfounded. "Qi'er, don't talk nonsense."
Muzong of Jing frowned and said plausibly, "I am telling the truth. This man... wants a title but not a title, a name but not a name, a military exploit but not a military exploit. Why should he stay by my mother's side? Except for one person. He can still look at his face, but he's totally useless. He's just a pretty boy who feeds on soft food. Just like Li Zerui, he relies on my mother-in-law to give him advice and protect him from both open and covert attacks. She also turns around and thinks that we, mother and son, are an eyesore."
Jiang Muyan endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore. He cleared his throat and said seriously, "Although I don't have any fame, I have an academic degree. National University of Defense Technology Graduate student, let's find out. If my family hadn't been holding me back, I would have planned to take the Ph. D. exam. Moreover, I built a 100-billion-dollar technology empire from scratch, and am now the richest man."
Muzong of Jing was confused when he heard this, and his brows were furrowed so much that he could kill a fly. "I don't care how you are in the ghost world, anyway, in our Jing Dynasty, you are useless."
"You Jing Dynasty are too feudal and have a rigid hierarchy..."
"What is feudalism? Why do you, a white person with no official title and no title, give advice on my government?"
"I'm not pointing fingers, I'm objectively evaluating..."
"You are so impudent. This is disrespectful."
"This is an academic exchange..."
Two men in their thirties, one half-lying on the bed wearing a dragon robe, the other standing beside the bed wearing a suit, like two cocks with cross-eyed eyes, strutting their necks and going back and forth, neither one willing to let the other go.
Song Yutang watched from the side, stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The two men turned to look at her at the same time. When they saw her smile, her eyebrows were crescent, and her eyes were full of warm light, they both closed their mouths for a moment.
Muzong of Jing looked away angrily, snorted awkwardly, and muttered reluctantly after a long while, "... Okay. If my mother-in-law insists on being with this man, then... I will reluctantly make him a duke, and it will be hereditary."
He paused, looked at Song Yutang again, and suddenly became serious, with the stubbornness of a young man in his eyes. "If my mother can give me a younger brother, then I will make you a prince. I am making you a king for your brother, not my stepfather's son."
Jiang Muyan couldn't help but interject. "If you don't favor sons over daughters, it would be nice to have a younger sister."
Muzong of Jing glared at him, and then raised his chin, with a face full of pride. "If she is my sister, she must be my Jing Dynasty most beloved little princess. I will give her the best things in the world."
Song Yutang laughed for a while, finally put away his laughter, walked to the bedside, raised his hand weakly and touched the top of Muzong of Jing's head. "Stop talking like a child. You know, it's impossible for Aniang to come back again."
Muzong of Jing's smile faded little by little.
Song Yutang looked at him with tears in his eyes. "But don't worry, my mother is living a good life in another place, and has a new husband and a new family. He is very good to me, my father-in-law and mother-in-law treat me as their own, and my brother-in-law and sister-in-law also respect me."
It's not like when I was at the Eastern Palace, where I had to walk on thin ice with fear. I live in a very happy and enlightened place, with a very warm family. You don't have to worry or miss me. From now on, you have to take good care of yourself and be a good emperor."
Muzong of Jing of course knew that all this was just a dream, a ray of phantom light that he caught while he was in a daze due to illness.
But he just didn't want to wake up.
His eyes were red, tears slipped down silently, and he choked with sobs and said, "Auntie, I don't want you to go... What price do I have to pay to keep you here?"
Song Yutang gently knocked on his forehead, as if he taught him a lesson when he was a child. "You are such an old man, why are you still stupid? I am lucky to see you again in this life. I can see you growing up safely and living a good life, I feel relieved."
Muzong of Jing heard the farewell in her words and suddenly reached out to hug her.
This time, his arms actually closed together, as if some mysterious power gave them the last chance to touch.
He hugged Song Yutang tightly and buried his face into her shoulder. His tears wet the beige sweater on her shoulders, leaving a small dark stain. "Auntie, please don't leave..."