[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-transmigrated-to-the-northern-song-with-them":3,"chapter-i-transmigrated-to-the-northern-song-with-them-i-transmigrated-to-the-northern-song-with-them-chapter-94":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Transmigrated to the Northern Song with Them",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2318984,4535,"Chapter 94: The Blessing of a Man with Two Wives","i-transmigrated-to-the-northern-song-with-them-chapter-94",94,"\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a perfect wedding night with Zheng Xiansu, Zhao Yu held her for a while, spoke a few private words to her, and his body was fully restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Zhao Yu was about to make love to Zheng Xiansu again, she stopped him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Majesty, we have many days ahead. Today is also the great joyous day of your two concubines. You must not expend all your energy on me—otherwise, they will surely feel regret, and how then shall I, as their elder sister, govern the Six Palaces?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, after discovering Zheng Xiansu’s secret possession of Zhao Xu’s imperial edict, Zhao Yu had considered replacing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhao Yu truly did not know who else he could make Empress—if he removed Zheng Xiansu. Would it be Zhang Chun, who coveted the Empress’s seat? Or Li Lin, who wanted to be the top lady? Or Ye Shi Yun, Ma Xiao Jiao, or Yuan Qing Cheng? How could any of them possibly become Empress?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for other women, Zhao Yu had no idea whether they could maintain harmony in his harem, ensure the prosperity of his heirs, or help him control the many cunning, unpredictable women in his court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Zhao Yu reconsidered: who does not make mistakes? As long as she sincerely repents, that is enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, that incident caused no real harm; fairly speaking, Zheng Xiansu even earned a merit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crucially, Zheng Xiansu truly and sincerely stood by him, truly and sincerely admitted her fault. Though she knew she might be punished—or even lose the Empress’s seat she was about to claim—she still chose to hand Zhao Xu’s final edict to Zhao Yu rather than burn it privately. That was the best proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘She merely lacked security, having spent too long in the treacherous harem, and momentarily lost her way.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, to be honest, perhaps because he had decided from the start to make Zheng Xiansu his Empress, Zhao Yu had genuinely developed feelings for her, and he could not bring himself to dismiss her entirely over one mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After careful consideration, Zhao Yu decided to give Zheng Xiansu another chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, as Empress, Zheng Xiansu could have enjoyed this entire wedding night alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she did not. Right after marrying, she acted to show Zhao Yu that choosing her as Empress was the right decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xiansu could have done as most of Zhao Yu’s women did—prolonging his stay with her to prove to all how deeply he favored her, especially on this night uniquely hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, if Zheng Xiansu demonstrated that she could even deprive Wang Yisu and Guo Ting—both officially wed to Zhao Yu—of their wedding nights, then no one else would dare challenge her authority. Her dominance would be instantly established.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In vivid terms, this would be tyranny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zheng Xiansu chose the Way of Kingship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Zhao Yu’s perspective, he naturally preferred Zheng Xiansu follow the Way of Kingship—it better served his goal of expanding his lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Zheng Xiansu’s choice struck exactly at Zhao Yu’s heart, confirming to him that giving her another chance was the right decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Zheng Xiansu was so considerate, Zhao Yu could not betray her, so he said: “Wait for me. No matter how late, I will return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xiansu understood: no matter how many concubines he had, no matter how many affairs he pursued, he would always come back to her—she was his true wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Zheng Xiansu, Zhao Yu needed no further words. Between them, sufficient trials had already passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, she merely nodded gently, understanding without speech, then softly, firmly opened her lips: “It is late, Your Majesty—go quickly. Do not let the two sisters wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu kissed Zheng Xiansu’s forehead, rose, adjusted his robes, and stepped out of Kunninggong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The palace at night was silent and mysterious, broken only by the footsteps of Zhao Yu and his attendants echoing down the corridors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Zhao Yu’s party arrived at Wang Yisu’s quarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhao Yu entered the bridal chamber, he saw Wang Yisu seated beside the bed, clad in her wedding attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhao Yu, Wang Yisu rose steadily and bowed: “Your servant pays homage to Your Majesty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu gently lifted her and said softly: “Today is our wedding. Do not be formal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Wang Yisu sweetly replied, then returned to the bed, following imperial protocol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu took the balance rod and lifted Wang Yisu’s veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her skin was whiter than snow, flushed with delicate pink, like the tenderest petal on a spring branch. Her eyes held pools of autumn water, glancing shyly, brimming with emotion. Her slender eyebrows arched slightly upward, like a crescent moon, radiating innate charm. Beneath her straight, elegant nose lay lips naturally red as cherries, now slightly pursed, as if holding back a thousand unspoken words. Her glossy black hair cascaded like a waterfall, a few loose strands falling softly against her pale cheeks, adding further allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu took Wang Yisu’s hand and made small talk: “I thought you had already slept.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yisu replied firmly: “My elder sister would never leave me waiting alone. So I have been waiting for Your Majesty’s arrival.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu was momentarily speechless. Indeed, had it not been for Zheng Xiansu, he would not have come to Wang Yisu tonight—she had guessed correctly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Wang Yisu’s emotional intelligence was sharp. She embraced Zhao Yu and said: “I have already spoken with my elder sister. For the rest of my life, I will do my utmost to manage Your Majesty’s harem, ensure its peace, relieve Your Majesty of all rear worries, and aid Your Majesty in expanding your lineage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhao Yu sat on the bed and patiently conversed softly with Wang Yisu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some time, Zhao Yu lay down with Wang Yisu and began their second wedding night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterwards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yisu lay contentedly in Zhao Yu’s arms for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, she cherished this warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once Zhao Yu had rested sufficiently, she resolutely left his embrace and said: “I am already utterly happy. I dare not ask for more. Please go to Sister Guo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu was tired and did not wish to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Wang Yisu kissed his cheek, then helped him rise, saying: “Do not let Sister Guo resent me or my elder sister. If Your Majesty favors me, I shall serve you wholeheartedly in the days to come. But today is Sister Guo’s great day—do not keep her waiting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Wang Yisu’s repeated urging, Zhao Yu finally rose, adjusted his robes, and, surrounded by attendants, proceeded to Guo Ting’s quarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, Zhao Yu felt deep emotion: ‘Becoming Emperor is different. Am I truly enjoying the blessings of a man with two wives?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, Zheng Xiansu’s generosity and Wang Yisu’s understanding made Zhao Yu look forward to meeting Guo Ting with greater anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhao Yu entered Guo Ting’s bridal chamber, he saw candlelight flickering, the room filled with festive warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ting, too, sat beside the bed in her wedding attire—clearly waiting for Zhao Yu to enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Zheng Xiansu and Wang Yisu’s actions were correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, if Guo Ting had sat alone all night in the bridal chamber, what would her mood have been? Would she have turned bitter, resenting Zheng Xiansu and Wang Yisu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Sometimes, a woman’s heart is finer than a man’s.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Zhao Yu’s great surprise, Guo Ting was tall and slender—easily over one meter eighty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was exceedingly rare among women, especially in this era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her height did not make her appear clumsy; rather, it complemented her wedding attire, enhancing her dignified bearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu looked closer: her waist was slender, easily encircled by a hand, sharply contrasting her tall frame, accentuating her graceful curves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu guessed she had a model’s figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, her layered skirts concealed her true form, preventing Zhao Yu from seeing her full silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even what he could see was enough to ease his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Zhao Yu’s union with Guo Ting was a true feudal marriage: two strangers, meeting for the first time, destined to mate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a man of the twenty-first century, Zhao Yu could not accept such a marriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was Emperor. Sometimes, when choosing women, he could not judge only by appearance—he had to consider their family background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Guo clan was a noble lineage. Though their status had declined somewhat, they were still far beyond the humble origins of the Zheng or Wang families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu had promoted Guo Cheng to Minister of National Defense of the Zhao Song Dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, Zhao Song might soon go to war with the Liao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If another Chanyuan Alliance occurred, Zhao Yu would rely entirely on Guo Cheng’s military prowess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these circumstances, Zhao Yu had to regard Guo Ting with higher esteem—no matter how poor she was, he had to accept her for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, seeing Guo Ting at least had a model’s figure, even if her face were unattractive, Zhao Yu could endure it. He could simply close his eyes during intimacy and imagine a beautiful supermodel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu approached Guo Ting with the balance rod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, at this final moment, Zhao Yu felt the nervousness of opening a blind box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Do I sound like a boar breeding with every sow?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Feudalism is deadly.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yu lifted Guo Ting’s veil with the balance rod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a faint, elegant fragrance filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu gazed closely: under the candlelight, Guo Ting’s face gradually became clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a stunning face—defined features, exquisite proportions. Her skin was snow-white, glowing softly. Her eyes were like pools of autumn water, luminous and tender, glancing shyly, curiously, yet with underlying anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah! A beauty!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu’s tension instantly dissolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought: ‘Guo Ting was meant to marry a Prince. How could she possibly be ugly? I overthought it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Zhao Yu did not know was that since he entered—no, since Guo Ting was carried out of the Guo household, even since the marriage was arranged—Guo Ting had been anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In appearance, Guo Ting was certainly not lacking—she was more beautiful than most women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the problem was her height.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aesthetic of this era favored restraint, gentleness, and small stature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Qingzhao’s poetry depicted women: ‘Blushing, she flees, leans on the door, turns back, and sniffs the green plum’—showing delicate, bashful beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tall stature clashed with this ideal, seen as deviating from traditional aesthetics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, women’s clothing of this era was simple and elongated—like the beizi robe, of moderate length. A tall woman in such garments often appeared proportionally unbalanced, disrupting harmony and the gentle aura. High hairdos suited petite figures; with tall women, they created unnatural head-to-body ratios.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furthermore, women’s social activities were limited; petite stature matched the ideal of ‘never stepping beyond the inner gates.’ Tall women in such contexts appeared jarring, violating societal expectations of feminine softness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, in the eyes of this era’s people, a woman’s height was not an asset—it was a flaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Ministry of Rites visited the Guo household to select brides for the princes, Guo Ting’s mother used concealment tactics to hide her daughter’s height from the officials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Guo Cheng returned home and learned of this, he scolded his wife severely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ting’s mother, Fan Shi, defended herself: the Guo family had declined; the imperial court would never notice a Guo daughter. But with the officials’ praise, Guo Ting gained a prestigious credential—making her more desirable for marriage elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Cheng thought this logic valid and dismissed the matter as trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew, shortly after, Guo Cheng achieved great merit in the Pingxiacheng campaign and caught Zhao Xu’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reward Guo Cheng’s loyalty and bravery, and to court the rising Guo clan, Zhao Xu conceived the idea of a royal marriage with the Guo family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Empress Dowager examined Guo Ting’s portrait from the Ministry of Rites: no issues—she was a beautiful, refined lady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Zhao Xu and the Empress Dowager arranged Zhao Yu’s marriage to Guo Ting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, the imperial court later changed its mind and demoted Guo Ting to concubine status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Guo Cheng was somewhat angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But thinking of his daughter’s towering frame, Guo Cheng changed his mind—perhaps becoming a concubine wasn’t such a bad thing after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet what happened next was even more absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xu died, Zhao Yu ascended the throne, and Guo Ting instantly became the prospective imperial concubine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crucially, because of Guo Ting, Zhao Yu swiftly promoted Guo Cheng to the pinnacle of military rank, making him Grand Commandant; the Guo clan was successfully revived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the nearly fallen Guo clan, this was undoubtedly a great blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the problem was, Guo Ting was a bomb—and the Guo family truly didn’t know whether, when this bomb detonated, it would blast them back to obscurity, or even convict them of deceiving the emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, an advisor suggested to Guo Cheng that Guo Ting’s marriage to Zhao Yu fully conformed to ritual propriety; even if Zhao Yu was displeased, he could not blame the Guo clan—only the Ministry of Rites officials for their negligence. Moreover, one marries for virtue, not beauty; as long as Guo Ting’s character was sound, Zhao Yu had no choice but to accept the union.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the advisor didn’t say this outright: he believed that even if Zhao Yu found Guo Ting unattractive, he wouldn’t hold Guo Cheng responsible—worst case, he’d simply ignore her. The emperor kept so many idle people; what was one more? It was merely a matter of not being favored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Cheng felt the matter wasn’t as simple as the advisor claimed, but it was too late—he could only grit his teeth and marry Guo Ting to Zhao Yu. What else could he do? Refuse the emperor’s marriage decree?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Cheng only hoped Zhao Yu would remember that generations of the Guo clan had bled for the Zhao Song dynasty, and wouldn’t pursue the matter too harshly or neglect Guo Ting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ting knew all this perfectly well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, what must be faced would be faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ting took a deep breath, slowly rose, and bowed to Zhao Yu: “Your servant, Lady Guo, pays homage to Your Majesty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Guo Ting stood did Zhao Yu realize—she wasn’t just over 1.8 meters; she appeared over an inch taller than him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu blurted: “You’re this tall?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ting’s heart shot to her throat; she hastily explained: “Your servant…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhao Yu’s tone shifted: “Marvelous! I’ve long desired a tall beauty—my concubine suits me perfectly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu wasn’t lying—he’d never bedded a woman this tall; surely it would offer a wholly new experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ting was overjoyed!!! She never imagined the massive crisis her family had feared for so long would be resolved so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ting burst into tears of joy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yu saw this and said: “My concubine, what’s this? Let us sit—not lie down—and talk at length…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2505,"2026-06-20T15:06:47.302Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bc3267a4b56bd2dd249bee7ae42caeae92e63851be80f4a3a61e79726416a023","i-transmigrated-to-the-northern-song-with-them-chapter-95","i-transmigrated-to-the-northern-song-with-them-chapter-93",348,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-transmigrated-to-the-northern-song-with-them-cover.jpg"]