"When will the moon be bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the sky.

I wonder what year it is in the heavenly palace … "

Qian Long said as he looked at the big moon in the sky while holding a thermos cup.

Yung Yin leaned her head on Qianlong's shoulder and asked if Qianlong missed the days in the Qing dynasty.

"It's better not to have many children. We can have our own world.

What's so good about being an emperor? It's tiring and scolding. "

However, Qian Long couldn't be the emperor even if he wanted to.

Unless the current crown prince and princess gave up their inheritance rights, and Qian Long's grandfather and uncles also gave up their inheritance rights, it would be Qian Long's mother and Qian Long's turn.

Even so, Qian Long might not be able to be the emperor again.

Who asked him to be surnamed Qian instead of Aisin Gioro? The people in the imperial family weren't fools.

Yung Yin took Qian Long's thermos cup and took two sips before saying, "But you're a rare emperor with almost no negative reviews.

Even if someone scolds you, they'll be scolded back by your little fans very quickly. "

Qian Long spent all his time in high school trying to improve his grades. In his free time, he stayed by Yung Yin's side to seek comfort. He didn't have time to look at how the history books recorded him.

Now that he was in university, he was interested and had time.

"I'm curious about how the book that praised you praised you. I guess that's what the historian wrote."

Qian Long really searched for the evaluation of Qianlong out of curiosity.

Gaozong's greatness was reflected in his vision, methods, and thoughts.

The ideas he put forward still had a profound impact on the world.

Now, historians have been very interested in the book that Gaozong brought into the mausoleum. They even set up a separate study for it.

Qian Studies.

The more you don't know, the more you want to know. Qianlong had a bad taste in his heart and thought about writing "I'm Not a Pig Trotter" again.

Although he couldn't write it word for word, the general content was pretty much the same.

When historians found out that there was a young man named Qian Long who wrote a book similar to Gao Zong's I'm Not a Pig Trotter, it would be interesting.

Maybe he could create another "Qian Xue".

Yung Yin pinched Qian Long's ear, pulling Qian Long back to reality.

Why are you looking at the moon in the middle of the night? The wind is so strong on the roof. What if you catch a cold?

Even though she no longer needed to drink the bitter medicine, the feeling of being sick was still very uncomfortable.

"Alright, then let's go down and eat mooncakes."

Since the relationship between Qian Long and Yung Yin was basically set in stone, Qian Long's parents brought Yung Yin's parents over as their in-laws to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

Yung Yin gave Qian Long a piece of mooncake stuffed with black sesame. Qian Long rubbed his head and took a bite with a smile.

Seeing that the relationship between the two children had improved by leaps and bounds, Yung Yin's parents still felt a little uncomfortable.

Qian Long's parents glanced at them and chatted with Yung Yin's parents while watching TV.

What's so good about eating mooncakes? Qian Long brought Yung Yin back to the bedroom after a while.

This was the first time Yung Yin spent the night at Qian Long's house, and she slept in the same bed as Qian Long.

But they were an old couple, so they didn't feel excited at all.

Yung Yin opened her laptop and browsed through the forum. She found a post discussing Gao Zong and clicked on it.

"Hey, someone is praising you for restoring your clothes and hairstyle. They're praising you to the heavens."

Qian Long took the laptop and casually typed a few times.

"I grew my hair because I was afraid of going bald …"