The tyrant emperor looked over eagerly, and Xiao Wu also asked curiously: "What can Third Brother do?"

The sobbing little sweet baby looked over, a little curious.

The third prince asked someone to break off a branch as long as an arm, straightened his back, and stood upright about ten feet away from them.

His little face flushed slightly, but he raised his chin, not intending to let the little princess see that he was shy!

"I want to dance with the sword for my little sweetheart to see." The third prince said, using a branch as a sword and dancing with it.

No one had ever seen him dance with a sword except his master and mother, not even his father had the honor.

Whenever his mother is unhappy, he dances with the sword, and she will smile happily! Tianbao is also a girl, so she must like watching him dance with the sword!

With the stature of a six-year-old, he was clearly still a child.

but!

He swung a slender, leafy twig into existence, unleashing a whirring sword energy. His robe danced with his nimble movements. His body was sometimes soft and supple, like the ripples of grass in the wind, and sometimes powerful, like a mighty army roaring past. He perfectly embodied the concept of combining strength and flexibility.

Xiao Tianbao was stunned

Third brother is so handsome! So awesome!

Tyrant ruler: ⊙0⊙!

The mistress is so powerful. What’s his name? I’ll praise him later... The foolish king couldn’t remember it and started trying hard to think of a name.

Xiaowu admired the man so much that he started to imitate him unconsciously.

After finishing the set of movements, beads of sweat appeared on the third prince's forehead.

Xiao Wu excitedly took out his handkerchief and ran forward: "Third brother is so awesome! Wipe your sweat!"

The Third Prince frowned, took out his handkerchief, and slowly wiped the sweat off his face: "Father, Tianbao likes it and has stopped crying."

The tyrant emperor lowered his head and smiled with satisfaction: "You are really amazing! Since Tianbao likes to watch sword dancing, then Nianqing should dance for her more often in the future."

"Father, my name is not Nianqing." The third prince was speechless╮(︶︿︶)╭

"Uh, I remembered it wrongly. It's... Xu Panqing..." The foolish emperor called out the name in a low voice.

The Third Prince chuckled: "That's my eldest brother's name."

"Haha, I said the wrong thing, I'm calling you." The foolish monarch said the last three words feeling guilty.

He only remembered the names of his first few sons, either Pan or Zhao. His desire for a daughter could be fully reflected in their names.

The Third Prince frowned and said, "Come, my lord. You must come, my lord."

The tyrant emperor laughed shamelessly and said, "Of course I know the name I gave you. I was just joking with you."

The mistress's name is Xu Laiqing, Xu Laiqing, Xu Laiqing. The foolish king memorized it three times in his mind.

The Third Prince: Haha, I’m so tired.

Tianbao looked at the tyrant emperor with disdain: Father is so old and confused that he can't even remember the name of such a handsome third brother.

Xiao Wu was very considerate and took the initiative to explain to the emperor: "Third brother, you don't know how hard father works every day. He must be exhausted, so he mispronounced the name! I was so tired from playing slingshot the other day that I fell asleep during dinner! It's normal to mispronounce the name!"

The Third Prince glanced suspiciously at the emperor: "Father, the emperor can call the wind and rain and no one cares. What's so tiring about that?"

My mother said that when the emperor attended court, he was often late or left early. He was so bored that he went to the Xumeng Palace to do carpentry work. His sons didn't need his personal guidance; they had the Imperial Academy. The concubines in the harem didn't need his personal supervision; they had the Empress Dowager. The court officials took care of all the affairs, from the trivial to the urgent...

The Emperor's grandfather and grandmother are gone, and they no longer need my father to serve them.

He should be the freest person in the whole Nanqiao.

The emperor's heart skipped a beat, and he felt guilty, so he raised his voice several notches higher: "Of course I'm tired!"

The little sweet baby had thrown his fear to the winds long ago and began to babble in support of the tyrant emperor.

Third brother, you don’t know that father goes to court before dawn every day. It’s very tiring!

When the emperor left court, it was already past lunchtime and I often heard his stomach growling with hunger!

My father still has to review memorials at night, so I can't go to bed early...

Tianbao felt that he was very lucky to have such a hardworking emperor as his father, who must be a wise ruler who loved his people like his own children!

How could she know that the tyrant emperor suddenly became diligent after she was born.

The previous seven years were indeed too free and easy.

He did many things that wasted people's money and time and was incompetent in making judgments, otherwise how could he have earned the reputation of being a tyrant?

Xiao Wu stood beside the emperor, nodding his head. "Third brother, you don't know, but father's butt has calluses from sitting so much! It's all because he has to sit in court for so long!"

As he spoke, he figuratively spread his two little hands out to the sides.

The third prince wrinkled his nose and glanced at the tyrant emperor with disdain, as if to say, "How dare the emperor fool a four-year-old child?"

The tyrant emperor was so embarrassed that he had no place to put his old face. He simply said with a gloomy face: "Xu Laiqing! Don't be disrespectful!"

The Third Prince rolled his eyes, just like Concubine Dong: "Father must be furious because he was exposed."

Concubine Dong has always been straightforward, and he also followed this temperament.

"You!" The tyrant was furious and his voice suddenly became louder.

Tianbao didn't want his father to scold his handsome third brother, so he pouted his little mouth.

The tyrant quickly suppressed his anger, looked down at Tianbao, and smiled like a flower: "Don't be afraid, Tianbao, I promise not to lose my temper, and Tianbao, don't cry."

He raised his face with a smile, but his face was not really smiling. "Xiao San, are you itching for trouble? Am I angry out of shame? Oh, Zhang Fujin, pass on my decree. Call all the princes to Lingxiao Palace to spend the night today."

It's no use just coaxing with words, he has to let his sons see for themselves that being a good emperor is really not that easy!

In the future, don’t fight to the death for the dragon throne, making his little sweet baby suffer!

"Your Majesty, is the Ninth Prince coming too?" Zhang Fujin asked cautiously, not knowing what the foolish emperor was doing.

"Xiaojiu, there's no need. Xiaoba, that idiot, can't even walk after being pierced, so there's no need for him to come either." The foolish emperor glared at the Third Prince angrily...

Concubine Shu of Mingyue Palace was going crazy with anxiety.

Just after hearing that Yaer was captured, the Fourth Prince was called to Lingxiao Palace. He packed his clothes and said he would not be back tonight!

Yesterday, when she heard that Xiao Si wanted to go to Prince Jing's Mansion to become the Crown Prince, she was heartbroken!

Isn’t being a prince better than being a crown prince?

The prince is at most a prince in the end, but the prince has the possibility of becoming the emperor! Even if he can't become the emperor, he will definitely be a prince in the future!

She couldn't understand what her son was thinking. Xiaojiu didn't help him get it back, and his heart wasn't on her side either. It was such a waste of time to raise him!

The Fourth Prince, who had been subjected to cold violence all night, happily ran out of Mingyue Palace holding a small package of clothes.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. Concubine Shu held her forehead and said, "I have a headache. Rub it quickly."

"Your Majesty, the Madam is here." Nanny Chai led an old lady into the Mingyue Palace.

When Concubine Shu saw the old lady, her eyes immediately turned red and she cried in a trembling voice: "Mother! Save me..."

The old lady was the wife of Zhong Dequan, the then-minister of the Central Secretariat. Zhong Dequan was the head of the Secretariat, helping the incompetent emperor to handle state affairs. During the emperor's previous years, when he was lazy, power often fell into the hands of a few prime ministers, especially Zhong Dequan.