Yichun Palace has the means, Weiyang Palace has the foundation.

When the two empresses of the palace fight, it's inevitable that they will neglect their precious children.

Then he'll use a drastic measure to strike at the heart of the matter, directly attacking the crystal—

Ye Jingchen burst out laughing at the wishful thinking.

Chenxi was puzzled as to why he was grinning like an idiot. Seeing that it wasn't her business, she quietly retreated to her comfort zone.

Ye Jingchen, having had his fill of amusement, jumped off the bed, walked to the palace gate, pushed it open, and called for help.

"Youth".

Outside the palace gate, among the palace maids guarding the entrance, a young girl with phoenix eyes stepped forward in response to the call.

"What are your orders, Your Highness?" Fanghua asked respectfully.

"Prepare a set of writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. I'm going to visit my third brother tomorrow," Ye Jingchen instructed.

Upon hearing this, many palace maids and eunuchs showed surprise, but they quickly composed themselves and lowered their eyes.

"Yes!" Fanghua replied without changing her expression and left.

Ye Jingchen remembered that he still had things to read, and said in a serious but nonsensical tone: "Although Father Emperor has exempted me from my studies for the past few days, as the Crown Prince, I cannot neglect my studies. If I want to read, you will all stand guard outside the palace. Without my summons, you are not allowed to come in and disturb my studies!"

After saying that, without caring whether they believed him or not, he reached out and closed the palace door himself.

He then looked at the information on the personnel of the Eastern Palace. It was a thick stack of papers. Although he read it quickly, by the time he finished, it was almost dusk and the light was getting dim.

"Chenxi, put these away for now," Ye Jingchen called the person out again.

"Try to group those with problems together so that it will be easier for you to monitor them and also easier for them to cause trouble."

Of course, it makes it easier for dogs to bite each other.

Having resolved the biggest hidden danger, Ye Jingchen walked briskly to the palace entrance, opened the door, and said, "I'm hungry, please prepare a meal."

There are strict meal times in the palace, but the Crown Prince's palace has a separate kitchen with cooks always ready, so he can eat whenever he wants, especially since it is indeed time for dinner.

Life is but a mere hundred years. Apart from life and death, the most important things are eating, drinking, and having fun, with eating and drinking being the most important.

Ye Jingchen was a foodie in modern times. He spent all his money on eating and drinking, so much so that he didn't save much for a wife even at the age of thirty, and he died a single dog.

But he didn't regret it; no matter how hard life was, he couldn't let his mouth and stomach suffer!

The palace servants filed in, some lighting lamps, others tidying the desks.

However, the desk was spotless, with no signs of having been touched, whether it was the books, writing brushes, ink, paper, or inkstone. So it turned out that His Highness the Crown Prince was lying when he said he wanted to study!

Fangluo, who was in charge of tidying up the desk, smiled without changing her expression as she wiped non-existent dust off the desk with a handkerchief.

Before long, the entire palace was bathed in warm yellow light.

Next came the part that Ye Jingchen was most looking forward to.

Another table full of different dishes, each one different, with perfect color, aroma and taste; just looking at them and smelling them made my mouth water.

"Fangcao, Fangluo, come and serve me my meal," Ye Jingchen called out after taking his seat.

Fangcao is a round-faced little girl, while Fangluo has a pair of smiling eyes.

The first-class palace maids who served the original owner were mostly fifteen or sixteen years old, the most charming age, with excellent looks and temperament, and each had a very distinctive appearance.

Surrounded by beautiful women, it's naturally pleasing to the eye.

But we can only look at it, that's all.

Physically, he's still just a little kid who hasn't even grown up yet, and he's willing but unable to do much.

From a psychological age perspective, how can a thirty-year-old man have designs on fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls? It's so immoral!

Enjoying the close service of the pretty young girl with a calm mind, and savoring the delicacies carefully prepared by the chef with a joyful heart, Ye Jingchen tried hard to restrain himself and avoid overeating.

And from the moment I put down my chopsticks, I was already looking forward to breakfast the next day.

If the Crown Prince eats such luxurious meals every day, wouldn't the Emperor eat even better?

Ye Jingchen was madly in love.

As a son, he should have frequently visited the emperor to show his filial piety and maintain the father-son relationship between them, so that he could live a more stable and longer life.

How about we go and pay our respects tomorrow during mealtime?

The emperor dotes on the original owner so much that he would be very happy to see him and would definitely invite him to dine with him, so that he could legitimately enjoy the emperor's imperial cuisine.

However, one cannot go to see the emperor empty-handed.

Even when visiting a neighbor these days, it's customary to bring a small gift as a token of appreciation.

Although his main purpose in going to the emperor was to freeload a meal, the emperor didn't know that this was a perfect opportunity to improve his favor with the emperor, and he couldn't afford to waste it.

But what should I give as a gift?

Gift-giving is a complex art.

The emperor has the whole country and can have whatever he wants, so it's not easy to give him a gift that truly touches his heart.

Especially since the original owner was still a child, even if she wanted to give gifts to please the emperor, she had to be careful not to go too far, otherwise it would arouse the emperor's suspicion.

Children are innocent and naive, unaware of the ways of the world (although the original owner wasn't like this, it must have been in the eyes of an emperor who favored the crown prince). The world through a child's eyes is vibrant and colorful; birds sing, flowers smile—

Ye Jingchen hadn't been reading novels for nothing over the past decade; he now knew what to present to the emperor.

"Fangfei, what time does Father Emperor have breakfast every day?" Ye Jingchen asked.

Although I haven't gotten to know all the first-class palace maids around me yet, it's naturally the most appropriate person to ask Fangfei about this.

"His Majesty will attend court at 5:45 AM, and if all goes well, he will have breakfast at 7:15 AM," Fangfei replied.

5:00 AM - 7:00 AM

Ye Jingchen did the mental calculations: Mao Shi was 5:00 AM, and Mao Shi 2:40 AM was 5:30 AM. It was early spring, and it was still dark at 5:30 AM, yet the emperor and his ministers were about to begin their court assembly.

This is even more of a corporate slave than modern-day corporate slaves!

At least most office workers don't start work until 8 a.m.!

Indeed, being an emperor is a short-lived and high-risk profession!

If possible, he would only like to be a carefree and wealthy prince, not having to worry about anything, and simply enjoying his immense wealth.

Unfortunately, he was dressed as the crown prince, and the crown prince favored by the emperor. In the future, he would either inherit the throne or die. He had no choice at all!

"Does Father Emperor attend the morning court every day?" Ye Jingchen asked, clinging to a sliver of unrealistic hope.

“That’s natural,” Fangfei replied.

Ye Jingchen's vision went black.

His life is over!

He died suddenly in modern times, so it's unlikely that he would still die suddenly in the end after transmigrating into the book.

Moreover, at least in modern times he died from overwork while reading novels all night, doing what he loved. But later, when he became emperor, he was forced to deal with state affairs every day and then died from overwork.

So what was he trying to achieve by wearing this?

But if he didn't become emperor, he wouldn't even live to die from overwork; his brothers would be eager to kill him.

We can worry about the hardships later. Right now, it's more meaningful to please the emperor, survive, enjoy a life of wealth and luxury, and grow up safely!

"You must wake me up at 5:15 AM tomorrow morning. I need to go to Chengqian Palace to pay my respects to my father!" Ye Jingchen instructed.