The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was held in the Imperial Garden. The palace made many exquisite palace lanterns, which were beautiful when lit at night.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is also held in the evening.

Before dark, Yan Bao and his companions entered the palace.

The Imperial Guards looked at the badges and let Yan Bao and the others into the palace.

There is still no queen in the harem now, and the virtuous concubine is the most powerful in the palace. Although the eleventh prince has a broken hand, he is still a prince after all. Even if he has no chance of becoming the emperor, he is of royal blood.

It is also possible to be an idle prince after adulthood.

Unfortunately, the virtuous concubine was not satisfied, especially after she met her young lover, she became even more ambitious.

More than a month had passed since returning from the grassland. Not long after returning, Concubine Xian discovered that she had been pregnant for more than a month. Now she was three months pregnant and the fetal position was stable. It happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

If the pregnancy was revealed today, the emperor would definitely be very happy and would show more love to the mother and child for the sake of the fetus in her womb.

As soon as she saw the Shen family enter, Concubine Xian thought of her loyal nanny. The nanny's body was still warm, but this little girl was smiling so happily. If it weren't for her, the nanny would not have died.

Thinking of this, Concubine Xian secretly clenched her fists and had an idea. Since the fetal position was stable, why not use the fetus in her belly to teach the Shen family a lesson?

If you can't deal with Prime Minister Shen, isn't Madam Shen, a woman, difficult to deal with?

Thinking of this, Concubine Xian asked her trusted maid to whisper to her. The maid was stunned when she heard the words: "Your Majesty, please think twice."

The virtuous concubine glared at her and said, "I know my limits."

Seeing that Concubine Xian had made up her mind, the trusted palace maid knew that it was useless for her to persuade her and could only obey Concubine Xian's arrangements.

Tonight's banquet was similar to the previous ones, with the same food and drinks. The cooking skills of the imperial kitchen were just so-so after being eaten so many times, nothing new.

Yan Bao had been eating it for several years and was tired of it.

However, what she was most looking forward to tonight was the program arranged by Concubine Xian.

On the other hand, Shen Shoufu, after hearing Yan Bao's thoughts, knew that Concubine Xian was planning to plot against his wife. When he got off the carriage, he deliberately let Yan Bao kiss him. After seeing the emperor, Shen Shoufu took the initiative to shake hands with the emperor.

If you have the ability to read minds, don’t try it.

The emperor also wanted to hear what these royal relatives had to say about him, so he immediately shook Chief Minister Shen’s hand.

Many ministers saw the handshake between the two men and their mouths twitched.

Is it what they think?

That's impossible, how could they be that kind of people?

There must be some secret that they don’t know about. They are definitely not gay.

The emperor immediately heard the seventh prince's inner voice: [What's going on between Father and Prime Minister Shen? How can two old men be so twitching?]

The three words "old man" hurt my heart.

The emperor glared at the seventh prince, frightening him so much that he lowered his head in humility, feeling terrified. "Father, why are you glaring at me? I didn't say anything. Father, you can't possibly know that I'm calling him a dog emperor, an old man, and a tyrant, right?"

The emperor sneered in his heart. He didn't know it before, but he knew it now.

What qualifications does he have to be called a tyrant?

If he could keep the Seventh Prince alive, it would prove that he was not a tyrant.

It seems that he was too kind to the Seventh Prince: "Seventh Prince."

The Seventh Prince shuddered, not daring to mutter in his heart, and saluted timidly: "Your son...your son is here."

"The Seventh Prince is thirteen this year, right?" The Emperor looked at his useless son, who was such a disgrace on the grasslands, not even as good as the Thirteenth Prince, who was only seven or eight years old. He heard people from King Beiluo laugh at the Seventh Prince for being as timid as a mouse, and how he was scared to death by the fake wolf and fainted from fright.

Can't fight at all.

Shameful.

The Seventh Prince nodded and said, "This son will be thirteen this October."

"I heard that there is a drought in the Nanman area this year. I don't have time to visit. Why don't you take the trouble to go and take a look at the Nanman area for me?" The emperor said surprisingly.

Concubine Rui's face changed drastically. She knelt before the emperor and pleaded, "Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince has never been far away. The people in the southern barbarians are fierce and there are many miasma. I'm afraid the Seventh Prince is not up to the task."

The ministers did not expect that the emperor would suddenly "exile" the seventh prince.

That’s right, the southern barbarian lands are mostly places of exile.

A good prince was sent there. Isn't that exile?

The Seventh Prince's face changed drastically. He couldn't believe it. Wasn't he his father's favorite prince?

The Seventh Prince thought he had misheard: "Father..."

"You don't want to?" The emperor smiled. Didn't you say that I am a dog emperor, a tyrant, and an old man?

You don't even have the thought of being a loving father and a filial son, so why do you need my protection?

If it wasn't his biological child, he would just kill it with a knife.

The seventh prince saw through the emperor's thoughts and knew that he was unwilling, so he disobeyed the order.

On the surface it is a discussion, but in reality it is fate.

The Seventh Prince felt disheartened. How could he have offended his father and made him dislike him?

"Father, you're trying to force your son to death. You're so cruel! Even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs. You're such a cold-blooded tyrant! By treating your son like this today, aren't you afraid that he'll try to usurp the throne in the future?"

The last four words almost made the emperor sneer.

How dare you, a coward like you, seize power and usurp the throne?

The emperor was a little looking forward to it. If he had the ability, he would be willing to take another look.

The emperor hadn't relented. The seventh prince knew there was no turning back. He could only suppress his resentment and grievance and kneel before the emperor: "Your son is willing."

"Pack up tomorrow and go take a look at the Nanman on my behalf." The emperor patted the seventh prince's shoulder with satisfaction: "Don't let me down."

The Seventh Prince nodded with a look of despair: "Yes."

Chief Minister Shen didn't expect that what he wanted the emperor to hear was the voice of Concubine Xian, but who knew that the unlucky one was the Seventh Prince.

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