Chu Zhaoyou looked at the Regent with a puzzled expression, as if he were looking at a fool.

Of course, after that thing, the next day, Xiao Hei still couldn’t fasten his belt buckle, and Chu Zhaoyou had to condescend to help him fasten it.

The Regent hadn’t taken off his clothes last night, and there was only one place that needed attention.

The Regent was a shrewd person, and Chu Zhaoyou was afraid of arousing suspicion, so he didn’t dare to act. He said, “I won’t,” and called Eunuch Xue repeatedly.

“I’m hungry and want to eat.” He was always eager to eat.

Just before Eunuch Xue entered, Xiao Heng had already fastened his belt buckle himself.

A paragon of grace and elegance.

Chu Zhaoyou rubbed his eyes and saw that behind Eunuch Xue was another person, Cui Geng.

What is this court historian trying to fabricate about me and the Regent?

I and the Regent are innocent.

Cui Geng took out pen and paper. “The Regent and His Majesty shared a bed, and upon waking, their clothes were disheveled, and the belts were undone. His Majesty’s cheeks were flushed with indignation. The Regent asked His Majesty to help him change, but as His Majesty had never served anyone, he called for Eunuch Xue instead. The Regent, unperturbed, dressed himself. Note: The Regent never allows anyone to serve him personally, and there were no attendants present in the room.”

Chu Zhaoyou stared at Cui Geng with a fierce gaze. Even from three meters away, he knew exactly what he was writing. He wanted to tear it up!

If he couldn’t see that Cui Geng was the Regent’s spy and fanboy, then he was a fool. Just look at his daily notes about the Regent. He wasn’t a court historian; he was a gossip columnist.

The Regent had forbidden his inclusion in the annals, and Cui Geng was sneaking in private information into his daily records!

Xiao Heng called Chu Zhaoyou several times, but he didn’t hear, so he turned to Eunuch Xue and asked, “Has His Majesty’s autumn clothes not been delivered yet?”

Eunuch Xue hesitated, but after being intimidated by the Regent, he quickly blurted out, “The Empress Dowager said that this year’s autumn clothes were of poor quality, and the palace seamstresses were lazy and didn’t measure His Majesty’s size properly, so all the clothes were sent back to be remade.”

After they were sent back, there was no further news.

Last year, the Empress Dowager had said that the Emperor should set an example for the officials by being diligent and frugal, and had cut more than half of the Emperor’s share of fabric. Chu Zhaoyou had grown taller this year, and some of his clothes from the previous year were too short.

It was clear that the Empress Dowager and Chu Zhaoyou had fallen out, and she hadn’t given him a single piece of clothing this year.

Xiao Heng’s face turned livid. “You need to go back there again today.”

He used to be too lazy to inquire about the Empress Dowager and the Emperor’s daily life, so he simply left some positions in the eunuch’s office for the Empress Dowager to place her trusted aides, who were responsible for the two of them.

It was time to replace all the eunuchs with his own people.

He wouldn’t skimp on what the little puppet ate and wore, but the Empress Dowager would.

Chu Zhaoyou shot Cui Geng a disapproving look for a while, then remembered that it was time for breakfast. There was no morning court today, so he could savor his meal.

It would be even better if the Regent wasn’t sitting across from him.

Chu Zhaoyou sat in the chair, rubbing his waist. The Regent had a strong grip, as if he were apprehending a criminal, as if he were afraid of someone escaping. With his slender fingertips, he gently relieved the soreness in his muscles and bones. His face was full of resentment, clearly directed at the Regent.

The person who had vowed to have the little puppet review the memorials yesterday was now diligently spreading out the remaining ones on the table, while the little puppet ate his meal while he read the memorials.

Xiao Heng noticed Chu Zhaoyou’s movements, and the memorials were almost crumpled.

Does it hurt a lot?

Chu Zhaoyou was clearly dressed warmly, but Xiao Heng’s mind conjured up the image he had first seen, as if the delicate brush strokes were dipped in paint, creating a vivid picture.

The Regent set down the memorials and pinched the bridge of his nose with a complex expression.

What was he thinking?

It seemed that the palace kitchen had finally remembered that it was the best in the world, as the morning meal was sumptuous.

Sumptuous only on Chu Zhaoyou’s side.

On the Regent’s side, it was just a simple meal, as was his usual morning fare.

Cui Geng began writing furiously once again.

But even after indulging in two sumptuous meals of delicacies yesterday, Chu Zhaoyou suddenly lost his appetite for breakfast. Just moments ago in the inner hall, he had been looking forward to eating, but when faced with a table full of dishes, he found himself unable to eat, despite being very hungry. He felt nauseous.

He wanted to eat what the Regent was having, as the Regent had already started his meal and looked very refined and appetizing.

But he knew that making such a request would likely result in a rebuke.

Eunuch Xue stood by Chu Zhaoyou’s side, arranging the dishes for him, but he didn’t move for a while.

Last night, when the Regent slept in the Funing Hall, Eunuch Xue’s thoughts were not as broad as Cui Geng’s. He only felt as if the sky were falling.

The Regent, for the first time, slept on the dragon bed and handled state affairs in the Funing Hall. Was this sending a signal to the outside world about usurping the throne? Would His Majesty be driven out after finishing this meal?

Both master and servant were in a state of deep concern.

Xiao Heng: “Don’t want to eat?”

Chu Zhaoyou replied indifferently, “Feeling a bit nauseous.”

As soon as the words fell, the temperature in the Funing Hall dropped suddenly, as if it were the dead of winter.

The Regent’s expression turned cold, and his brows furrowed. He had just been complaining about being hungry, and now he was deliberately trying to disgust him?

Yesterday, the storm had passed, but today, he couldn’t even eat while looking at me?

Eunuch Xue was at his wit’s end. Why did His Majesty and the Regent always end up arguing after just a few words?