Chapter 102: Wheat Awns Against Cotton

The emperor was so angry that he pointed at Yu Yuanchao's nose and started cursing him until he couldn't lift his head. However, there was a reason for all of this.

It just so happens that Qi's mother caught a cold a few days ago, Qi's father had no case to impeach, decided to impeach the crown prince, and impeached him for several days in a row. It just so happens that the crown prince walked right into the crossfire today.

Even if the emperor wanted to favor his most beloved crown prince, he was annoyed by the constant stream of petitions.

Most importantly, these little stories never repeat themselves.

“Father, I request to go to the northern border to alleviate the famine and quell the plague.”

The figure in blue knelt upright, raised its head, and spoke quietly.

Upon hearing this, the emperor paused, his hand still in mid-air. He turned to look at Yu Shiyan, his dark eyes remaining silent for a long time, as if he had remembered something.

This was the first time in eighteen years that he had looked at his son properly.

The meekness and submissiveness in his eyes had faded, replaced by a sense of composure.

The fledgling bird, which once lived the most wretched life and struggled in the deepest swamp, has grown a set of inconspicuous fledgling feathers.

"Approved. You are granted permission to pack your bags. The situation is urgent. You will depart tomorrow."

Li Yuande, issue the order: "Prince Mu cares deeply for the people; this greatly comforts me. He is hereby awarded a thousand taels of gold and a hundred bolts of silk."

Li Yuande showed no outward expression, but sang a simple "Yes" in greeting, though inwardly he was overjoyed.

His Majesty has been troubled by matters in the North lately, but finally someone has come up with the right to take charge.

He wasn't the crown prince after all; a reward of a thousand taels of silver would be enough to appease the people, which was a fair price for an unfavored prince.

As for what might happen on the way... well, he's not exactly the crown prince, after all.

He sighed inwardly and hurriedly went to the emperor's side to smooth things over for Yu Yuanchao: "Your Majesty has been working very hard these past few days without sleep. Why don't you return to the palace to rest first? You can't ruin your health on New Year's Eve."

The emperor snorted coldly, waved his sleeve, put his hands behind his back, and walked away, still showing signs of lingering anger, his beard twitching.

Li Yuande quickly followed, exchanging a glance with the Crown Prince before leaving.

Only after the emperor had gone far away did the palace servants dare to breathe a sigh of relief and step forward to help Yu Yuanchao and Yu Yuanrong up.

Yu Shiyan didn't need anyone's help; he got up on his own and brushed away the fine dust clinging to his clothes with a slight flick of his fingertips.

"Seventh Brother is truly sincere."

Yu Yuanchao chuckled and dusted his hands off, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "You've got a good plan. If you handle this well, Father will certainly look at you differently."

I wonder if my seventh brother will be alive to receive this reward.

"Thank you for your concern, brother."

"However, I thought about it and realized that my seventh brother has lived a miserable life since childhood. He should still stand here properly. Maybe he will have some luck."

"Thank you for your concern, brother."

"Stubborn to the end... Ha, fine, I'll see how long you can keep up this stubbornness."

"Thank you for your concern, brother."

Yu Shiyan replied casually, maintaining an elegant demeanor, but he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

Yu Yuanchao was stunned. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was making him angry, but he was definitely furious.

It's like punching cotton; it's soft and you can't pull your hand out.

Yu Yuanrong wanted to laugh but dared not, her shoulders swaying. Yu Yuanchao glared at her fiercely, so she had to lower her head and restrain herself.

He is too young to leave the palace and establish his own household.

But looking at him today, it's clear that Seventh Brother isn't staying at the Prince of Limu's Mansion at all; he's obviously gone to live in the General's Mansion.

Look at that expression, that aura—she's practically identical to the eldest daughter of the Yuan family.

He's usually normal, nothing special, but when he's with his older brother, wow, it's like comparing apples and oranges.

The eldest brother was determined to stab someone, but he just couldn't manage to.