Chapter 151 Waiter Laojiu is no longer annoying when he runs

Xiu Yu enjoyed Xuanye's favor and had children around her. Her greatest fear was that the Ninth Prince would follow the same path as history and side with the Eighth Prince. Therefore, she did everything in her power to get the Ninth Prince out of the Forbidden City, away from the struggles and disputes that arose there.

Granted, fate often doesn't always go our way, but Xiu Yu is no longer a commoner, and her wishes and ambitions are gradually being fulfilled. She doesn't know if her future will mirror that of Concubine Yi in history, but at least for now, the Ninth Prince has moved on from her past path and won't be burdened by the Eighth Prince.

Thinking of this, Xiu Yu was still happy.

Seeing Xiu Yu stunned, Xuanye raised his right hand and waved it in front of Xiu Yu's eyes, saying, "How could I be so lost in thought while I'm here with you? How come Yu'er has something else on her mind besides me?"

"I don't have any other worries." Xiu Yu couldn't help but roll her eyes at Xuanye. "I was just thinking that Old Nine is actually doing well now."

Xuanye deliberately snorted and said, "A prince is being sent outside the Forbidden City by a mother like you. Do you think you're doing well? In the future, he'll become a prince anyway. If he doesn't do that well, you'll see what you'll do!"

"My emperor, the third master..." Xiu Yu gently stroked Xuanye's chest, raised her head, looked into Xuanye's eyes, and said, "The ninth master is a prince, your own child. If he can't even be a prince, wouldn't it be a waste..." Xiu Yu originally wanted to say "a waste of your genes", but felt that it was not appropriate to say it, so she stopped talking.

Xuanye naturally wouldn't embarrass Xiu Yu. He simply raised his hand and gently tapped the tip of her nose, saying, "You are the only noble concubine in this harem. No matter how extraordinary things your son does, I won't find it strange."

"A dragon gives birth to nine sons, and each one is different." Xiu Yu smiled faintly: "The ninth son is my son, and your son as well. You should share the responsibility with me for what he does, right?"

Xuanye put his arm around Xiuyu's shoulders and smiled, "I love hearing that. Old Nine is our child after all. No matter what he does, I, as his father, will always bear the brunt of his actions."

Yinzhen, who was working as a waiter in the old shop opened by Xiuyu, sneezed for no reason. Looking at the plate that almost fell down but was saved by his nimble hands and feet, Yinzhen raised his eyebrows and felt that his skills had really improved a lot.

"Nineth Master..." The shopkeeper waited for Yinzhen to deliver the plate of snacks and walked back to the counter. He couldn't help but whisper in his ear: "The waiters can do these jobs. You should do less."

Seeing the shopkeeper's helpless expression, Yinzhen folded his arms, his face full of indifference: "Old Li, are you afraid that my mother will see this and have an opinion? Don't worry, my mother is not that kind of person. She would like me to do everything."

In reality, Yinzhen kept himself busy to avoid thinking about things that upset him. For example, he'd occasionally heard a little news about his eight-brother recently, and he didn't know whether the person relaying it was intentional or unintentional, but it always made him irritable. To avoid being too irritated, he kept himself on the road, and serving as a waiter was naturally a very good way to do that.