Before Jiufu could finish his words, Lu Jinshu, who had been staring blankly at his daughter, suddenly turned around and glared at him. The expression on his face changed from sadness to extreme anger. "My daughter was pushed into the icy water by a villain, and now she has become so stupid. She was a smart and intelligent child, but now she can't even speak. I didn't cry and was already very restrained in my emotions, but you actually asked me to laugh. How could I laugh? Besides, if I really laughed, would I still be worthy of being a father? Would I still be a human being?"

Jiufu's eyes gradually became moist. He raised his hand and wiped away the tears on his face. His voice became louder than Lu Jinshu's, "Master! I know you are sad. Her Highness the Crown Princess has become what she is now. I know you are in so much pain that you want to jump into the lake and commit suicide. But no matter how painful it is for you, it has already happened. You must face reality and look forward to it.

Did you really not notice anything? When the princess first got into trouble, His Majesty came to visit almost every day, and he and you stayed by her bedside, sometimes staying all night. But these days, His Majesty has been coming to Chenyou Palace less and less, and even when he does, he rarely stays overnight with you, instead leaving after a short while.

Lu Jinshu said, "During this period, there have been frequent border conflicts, especially the conflict with the Qilan Empire. Your Majesty has spent almost half of the national treasury on military supplies. Your Majesty is busy with government affairs, so naturally he cannot stay in the harem often."

Jiufu nodded. "You're right. Every time His Majesty leaves Chenyou Palace, he returns to the Imperial Study to handle government affairs. If all goes well, she'll go to the Yangxin Palace to rest alone at night. If she's busy late at night, she'll simply stay overnight in the Imperial Study. This is perfectly normal."

But just yesterday, His Majesty went to the Biluo Palace late at night and had a great time with Shu Rongze. That night, he ordered the female official Shiqi to open the private treasury and rewarded Shu Rongze with a lot of things. It is obvious that he is very satisfied with Shu Rongze's service.

Jiufu's tone revealed a deep sense of urgency when he spoke of this. "Master, His Majesty is not happy with you. He feels oppressed and miserable everywhere. But he feels exceptionally comfortable with Shu Rongze. Don't you realize the seriousness of the problem?"

Jiufu's words made Lu Jinshu feel like he was slapped hard in the face. He suddenly became agitated, "Xihe is now like this. His Majesty clearly said that she is also very sad. She said that she has no intention of having fun with other men in the harem. My heart is broken into pieces. How can she still favor Pei Jiuyan as if nothing happened? Why would she favor Pei Jiuyan at this time? She let Pei Jiuyan come to Chenyou Palace to show off her power. Isn't this stabbing me in the heart?"

After Lu Jinshu asked a series of questions, he immediately realized his rudeness. He reached out to cover his face, and tears flowed through his fingers.

Ling Shumo is the Son of Heaven, the supreme ruler. Naturally, he can do whatever he wants. When his daughter got into trouble, he was the only one stuck in the quagmire, unable to get out. His Majesty will never be more heartbroken than he is.

The child was born after he carried her for ten months and risked his life. Women will never understand the feeling of the father-daughter bond because being a mother is too easy for them.

As Lu Jinshu thought about it, he felt a surge of resentment. He just wanted Ling Shumo to suffer the same pain as him, to be in the same agony as him. But reality is often cruel and unsatisfactory.

For example, the Third Princess, born to Xue Wu, was also His Majesty's daughter. However, His Majesty had already ascended the throne for two years, and the child still had no name, lonely and forgotten in a rural farm. Compared to the Third Princess, Ling Xihe, who was canonized as a princess shortly after her birth, had already received many preferential treatments from His Majesty.

A person's happiness or unhappiness is determined by comparison. After such a comparison, Lu Jinshu's slightly twisted heart finally returned to normal.

Jiufu had no idea what his master was thinking about, his expression fluttering from madness to calmness. He sighed helplessly, "I'm afraid the other servants can't handle Shu Rongze. I'll go out myself and send him away. I won't let such an unlucky person like him bother my master."

Jiufu finished speaking and walked alone towards the front hall for the reception. When he arrived, he saw Pei Jiuyan sitting bored on a round chair carved with a phoenix pattern. When she looked up and saw him, she complained with great dissatisfaction, "I came here because your majesty asked me to bring a bowl of sweet soup to the queen to calm her mind and relieve her internal heat. I had good intentions, but I didn't expect to be treated so coldly by you. It's really disheartening."

Pei Jiuyan's personal attendant, Song Shuang, saluted Jiufu. Unlike his master, he was not arrogant and asked gently, "Brother Jiufu, please go in and inform us that our master only wants to see the Queen. As soon as he is sure that the Queen is well, he will take his leave immediately and would never dare to delay her rest."

Jiufu had always been a patient person, but perhaps because of Lu Jinshu's bad mood during this period, he had become easily irritated. He angrily scolded, "I said I wouldn't see you, so I didn't see you. Don't you understand what I'm saying? Get out of here, you people from the Biluo Palace, go back to where you came from. If you don't leave on your own, I'll have people with brooms kick you all out. Let's see who will be the one to lose face in the end."

Song Shuang had never expected Jiufu to be so rude.

Pei Jiuyan was completely dumbfounded. After a moment, he regained his composure and was filled with immense anger. Ever since entering the palace, everyone had been polite to him. Jiufu was just a lackey of Lu Jinshu. How could he dare to speak to him in such a tone?