A daughter from a prominent family is desired by many, yet the daughter of the Yong family is sought by none. Noble families consider her nouveau riche and vulgar, while scholarly houses pride them...
"Your Highness, don't forget to increase the tribute tenfold next year!" someone shouted.
Tulev turned around, glared at Dorita, and said, "I keep my word, Emperor Dayong, farewell!" With that, he flicked his sleeves and left, disappearing into the uproarious laughter.
Ashamed, Dorita covered her face with the cloth again, turned around and followed them out of the Dew Palace.
"Handsome? His face is covered in pimples, he looks like a toad," someone couldn't help but say.
Zhao Shu couldn't help but laugh again. Dorita must have eaten something, because his once beautiful face was now covered with large, bright red pimples, making him look incredibly ugly.
"Bi'er, why has the Doli Tower suddenly changed its appearance?" Yi De, sitting next to Emperor Mingde, suddenly asked.
Zhao Bi turned around and gave a perfunctory bow. “Mother, you may not know this, but the climate and water of the Xiongnu are quite different from those of the capital. Dolita cherishes her appearance, so she is more delicate than ordinary people. When she suddenly came to the capital, her body was not used to the climate and water, so her face was covered with pimples.”
"So that's how it is. This is Tulev's own fault, or perhaps the Emperor is just incredibly lucky, able to expose the true nature of any evil spirits that come to the capital." She had somehow managed to twist two unrelated things together.
However, the others couldn't help but follow the same line of thought, which left Emperor Mingde speechless with admiration.
"Your Majesty, I have a request that you may make." Yi De said softly while Emperor Mingde was laughing heartily.
Emperor Mingde was in a good mood, and the more people said that Yide had cheated on him, the more he showed his affection for Yide. Now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he naturally agreed readily, "What is it? Tell me."
“Your Majesty, Bi’er is not young anymore and is capable of sharing his father’s burdens. The Crown Prince has also gone to the north to earn military merits. It’s Bi’er’s turn now. Your Majesty cannot favor one over the other.” Yi De spoke with the air of a loving mother.
As soon as she finished speaking, Consort De also spoke up, "Your Majesty, don't forget about Xiu'er. He is the eldest brother, and you can't forget him."
Zhao Shu lowered her head and listened quietly. The Crown Prince was confined to the Eastern Palace. With him absent, the Empress was anxious but could not openly oppose him. She glanced at Xie Yun, Yan Shiren, and others, but none of the ministers who were close to the Crown Prince had their heads down and no one intended to speak up for him.