Here, Helian was happily taking advantage of the teacher, while in the palace, it was the calm before the storm.

Imperial Study

The lush birch leaves rustled in the summer breeze, and the sultry summer breeze made the already oppressive atmosphere in the palace even more stifling.

Changying stood outside the Imperial Study, his hand resting on the sword at his waist, his expression solemn, which made the two imperial guards standing a few steps away tense up.

In the imperial study, Wenren Yu casually waved the ink-wash fan in his hand, his handsome face, as if painted with ink, remained as calm and serene as ever.

He had a carefree and irresponsible demeanor, except for a pair of slightly narrowed phoenix eyes.

With an unusual seriousness, the light shone on the boy sitting quietly in his wheelchair, carrying an enigmatic gleam.

The idea of ​​spreading those rumors about the Wen family was this very one, suggested by the Second Prince. Given the current public opinion about the Wen family and Wen Changle...

The Second Prince's move was so subtle and deadly that it was inflicted damage without leaving a trace, a truly vicious act.

Sigh, how come I never noticed before that this second prince, who suffers from a leg ailment, actually has such a meticulous mind? Indeed, none of the emperor's sons are easy to mess with.

Thinking of the little princess who coveted her beauty every time she saw her, Wenren Yu couldn't help but hold the ink fan in front of her, her expression slightly unnatural.

"Your subject has one more request."

Suddenly, the boy sitting quietly in the wheelchair spoke. Wenren Yu looked in the direction of the voice, curious about what the second prince would say next.

Helian Nie, lounging lazily in the main nanmu chair, merely raised an eyebrow, his long, narrow peach blossom eyes falling on Helian Ci, his sinister voice nonchalant.

Tell me about it.

He originally thought that among his sons, the eldest was the most thoughtful, but now it seems that's not necessarily the case.

Helian Ci slightly raised his dark eyes, meeting Helian Nie's gaze with neither humility nor arrogance. Helian Nie's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of interest stirring within him, just as Helian Ci began to speak.

"I want my father to have someone heal my leg."

He no longer wanted to see that cowardly little brat being bullied while he could only watch helplessly, unable to blame himself.

"Yes, but I have one condition."

Helian Nie rubbed the jade thumb ring on his thumb, his gaze falling on a letter on the desk, and he had already made up his mind.

Wenren Yu happened to be looking at Helian Nie at that moment, and following Helian Nie's gaze, she saw that Helian Nie's eyes were on the letter.

Thinking of something, the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched violently. The Emperor wouldn't... want to send the Second Prince to the border for training, would he?

Wenren Yu guessed correctly; what Helian Nie wanted to say was that after Helian Ci's leg ailment healed, he should go to the border for training.

After all, this second son has some military strategist's mind, and he's always reading one military book after another. He'll have to put his skills to good use eventually.

His suspicions were confirmed, and Wenren Yu, a handsome man, felt uneasy, his movements as he waved his ink-painted fan much faster.

Sending an eight-year-old child, especially one who is one's own offspring, to the border is such a heinous act that probably only an emperor would do.

The Prime Minister once again felt relieved that he had taken his little rascal, You'er, back to the Prime Minister's residence to raise him.

Otherwise, the Emperor might exile his own brat to some remote border region.

Wenren Yu thought that the Second Prince probably wouldn't agree to the Emperor's harsh conditions, since the border region was far too difficult for an eight-year-old child...