"If you have something to say, stand up and say it. What does it mean to kneel down?"
Dacheng was a country of etiquette, and even between the emperor and his subjects, they did not kneel all the time. In addition, Emperor Longfeng was not an emperor who loved ostentation, so there were even fewer occasions for kneeling.
"You... beat your brother?" Emperor Longfeng thought to himself that his son was so well-behaved, so he must have done something wrong.
"Father, I am not the kind of person who disrespects my elder brother." Prince Chen said quickly, "I have done nothing recently. I kneel here to beg you because I just want to find something to do."
"What's the matter?" Emperor Longfeng looked at him suspiciously: "Is there really no trouble?"
"I'm a married man, how can I cause any trouble?" Prince Chen moved his knees: "Father, what do you think of Ming Jiuzhu?"
"You have a kind character, treat others sincerely, and have a clean family background." More importantly, she still stubbornly believes that you are the best man in the world. Even he, as your own father, cannot say such words: "The Ming family is full of loyal people. You are lucky to have such a princess."
"Father's words prove that we are closely connected and have the same ideas." Prince Chen picked up the cushion and walked to Emperor Longfeng. He threw the cushion on the ground, knelt down, and hugged Emperor Longfeng's thighs: "Since you are so satisfied with your daughter-in-law, you should make an exception and let your son bring her back to the Ming family the day after tomorrow."
Looking down at his son who was hugging his legs and acting like a spoiled child, Emperor Longfeng suddenly remembered that on the day he ascended the throne, Du Qing also acted like this and asked him to carry him on his back for fun.
Among all the princes and princesses, he was the only one who still regarded him as his father. Others looked at him as if he were the symbol of the highest imperial power.
"Does your wife want to go back?" Emperor Longfeng did not ask him to get up. He sat on the dragon chair and let his son hug his legs.
"Which new bride doesn't want to go back to her parents' home? She has a simple mind, and she won't say it even if she wants to. But who is my son? He is your son. He has learned a lot from you about loving those around him. Even if she doesn't say anything, I can see it." Chen Wang smiled at him flatteringly: "Just now, I have already boasted to her that I will take her back. You can't just watch me lose face in front of the princess."
"Nothing." Emperor Longfeng lazily took a sip of tea and said, "You live in Qilin Palace, and I can't see you when you embarrass yourself."
"Father." Prince Chen hugged Emperor Longfeng's thighs tighter: "If you don't agree to me, I will kneel here and not leave."
"You should really let others see how you act like a scoundrel." Emperor Long Feng was amused by his son and kicked him lightly with his other foot: "Hurry up, what are you doing?"
"You agree?" Prince Chen did not let go.
"The royal family's rules cannot be changed, and even you are no exception." Emperor Longfeng took a token from Liu Zhongbao and handed it to Prince Chen: "But if you take the princess out of the palace for a walk and accidentally pass by the Ming family, you can have lunch at the Ming family, and no one will complain."
"Thank you, father." Prince Chen took the token and stood up neatly: "You must be the best father in the world and the most wise emperor."
"Don't flatter me. Get along well with the princess when you go back. Husband and wife are one. If she treats you sincerely, you can't let her down." Emperor Longfeng pointed to a cushion on the ground and said, "Take this thing away too."
"Okay, father." Prince Chen picked up the cushion and said, "You are busy with government affairs, so I won't hit you..."
"Wait." Emperor Longfeng raised his hand, and Liu Zhongbao put a chair next to him.
"Take a look at these memorials and tell me how to deal with them." Seeing his reluctance, Emperor Longfeng chuckled, "I suddenly remembered that you are still being fined. I heard from the Palace Department that you have customized a lot of spring and summer clothes, and the materials used are extremely exquisite..."
"I am willing to share your worries and relieve your father's fatigue." The Prince of Chen lifted his robe and sat down: "This is an honor for me."
Alas, men who live off their parents are so compromising.
"Miss." Chunfen helped Jiuzhu take a bath and changed her palace dress that smelled like hot pot. "The Palace Department sent a new set of jewelry. They said it was made for you by the Empress. Would you like to try it on?"
In just two days, the private storehouse of Qilin Palace was almost filled with gifts. Concubines from various palaces, princes and princesses, and royal relatives all sent gifts.
Various rare items flowed into Qilin Palace like water. This was also the first time she faced the high status of Prince Chen in the harem.
"My mother specially ordered it for me?" Jiuzhu said quickly, "Bring it here and show it to me."
Opening the jewelry box, Jiuzhu found a complete set of jewelry inside, which was exquisitely crafted. Jiuzhu understood: "My mother prepared jewelry for me to wear when I return home."
Chunfen was surprised: "My Queen, did you guess that the prince would take you home?"
What surprised her even more was that the Queen guessed what the prince was going to do, and not only did she not stop him, but she also prepared everything for the young lady in advance.
The more noble a family is, the more they value rules. The Queen, as the most noble woman in Dacheng, is so considerate and tolerant to the young lady. How many mothers-in-law in the world can do this?
"Because both the Queen Mother and His Highness are gentle people." Jiuzhu stroked the gemstone on the hairpin: "Gentle and kind people have similar thoughts."
"That's great." Chunfen smiled, "The Queen and the Prince treat you so well, my husband and his wife will definitely feel relieved."
"Did my parents worry about me marrying His Highness?" Jiuzhu looked up at Chunfen in surprise: "They never told me."
"As parents, no matter who our daughter marries, we can never be completely at ease." Chunfen did not mention the rumors about Prince Chen. "But if they see that you are living a good life after marriage, they will slowly put their minds at ease."
"I understand." Jiuzhu nodded thoughtfully, "I'll know what to do when I get home the day after tomorrow."
What do you understand, miss?
Chunfen looked at the young lady in confusion, suspecting that she might have misunderstood.
Three hours later, Chunfen looked out the window and said, "Miss, it's getting dark. I don't know when the prince will be back. How about you have dinner first?"
"I'm not hungry yet." Jiuzhu shook her head: "You go eat first, you don't have to accompany me."
"Miss." Chunfen knew that she wanted to wait for Prince Chen to come back, and sighed helplessly: "I just had a meat soup, and I'm not hungry now."
"Then you can go down and rest for a while." Jiuzhu smiled: "It was like this at home before, and it's the same in the palace. You don't have to follow me all the time. I don't care about that."
"Then I'll go to the kitchen and get you a bowl of Tremella soup." Chunfen turned around and went out the door, and she felt someone blowing past her like the wind. She turned around quickly and found that it was Prince Chen who had just passed by her.
"Ming Xiaozhu, I'm back." Prince Chen walked up to Jiuzhu and found that her long hair was all spread out behind her. He withdrew his hand that was about to rub her head: "Did you take a bath?"
"Yeah." Jiuzhu nodded.
"Come here, help me wash up." After giving instructions to the palace servants, Prince Chen took out the token to leave the palace from his sleeve and said, "We will leave the palace the day after tomorrow to meet my father-in-law and mother-in-law."
He looked relaxed, as if he hadn't obtained this token by kneeling, begging, or reviewing a bunch of memorials.
"Your Highness is amazing." Jiuzhu picked up the token and took a look at it, and found a dragon mark on it.
"It's just a small matter. How could I not be able to do what I told you to do?" The Prince washed his hands in the copper basin brought by the eunuch, stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair several times, revealing a satisfied smile.
"Can I have dinner?" He straightened his messy hair and took his hand away with a hint of unfulfilled desire: "My father asked me to stay in Taiyang Palace to do something, so I came back late."
Originally, his father wanted to keep him for dinner, but he was worried that Jiuzhu would foolishly wait for him to come back for dinner, so he hurried back without stopping.
"Not yet." Jiuzhu asked the palace maid to bring the dinner: "It's just right that I can eat with Your Highness."
Prince Chen and Jiuzhu had a happy dinner. The officials who received the reply memorial found something amiss.
The handwriting on some memorials doesn't look like your Majesty's.
Why would Your Majesty allow someone else to write and review memorials for you?
As a court official, it is inevitable that you will think more. Your Majesty is in good health, and the commander of the imperial guards is loyal to Your Majesty. Logically, no one dares to review these memorials without Your Majesty's approval.
"Have you ever thought that these memorials were written by His Majesty for a certain prince to review?" An official said, "The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and the words are meaningful. It can be seen at a glance that the author is a talented person."
"Lord Wang is right." Another official nodded: "Which prince is this?"
"His Royal Highness Prince Huai is mature and steady, but I've seen his handwriting before, and it doesn't look like his."
"Your Highness Prince An has a gentle personality, but this prince's opinions are direct and harsh, which is not the style of Your Highness Prince An."
"Could it be King Jing?"
Prince Jing was a man of few words. He looked handsome, but he was far inferior to the Fourth Prince and Prince Chen. He was an ordinary person, and it was difficult for people to notice him.
As for the fourth prince, no one considered this possibility at all. His Majesty had already stripped him of his title and made him the bald prince, so how could he possibly let him get his hands on the memorial?
It seems that this person is most likely His Royal Highness Prince Jing.
"Why didn't you think it could be Prince Chen?" a young official asked, "Your Majesty loves Prince Chen the most, so it's very likely that he was the one who approved it."
"Impossible!" Several officials denied in unison: "Prince Chen is uneducated and unskilled, how could he write such beautiful characters?"
"Have you ever seen His Royal Highness Prince Chen's calligraphy?" Seeing their affirmation, the young official bowed and smiled, "I am so ignorant, I am sorry to make you laugh."
Several adults: "..."
They seemed to have never cared about Prince Chen's handwriting.
But a prince who can make his teacher faint should... probably... not be able to write well, right?
More importantly, the Prince of Chen is a pleasure-seeker and uneducated, so how could he come up with such an insightful decision?
"Impossible, impossible." They shook their heads frantically: "It can't be him."
It is better to believe that red rain will fall from the sky than to believe that an ignorant, arrogant and domineering prince can review memorials so well.
"Hello, everyone." Li En, the Minister of Rites, walked into the room and saw several officials from the six ministries who were on duty at night with serious expressions, as if they had encountered some difficulties, so he asked, "What happened?"
"Minister Li." When the officials saw Li En, they handed him a memorial: "Your Highness Prince Chen has worked in the Ministry of Rites for some time. Take a look at the handwriting on this. Does it look like what Your Highness Prince Chen wrote?"
Li En raised his eyes and nodded with a smile: "It is the handwriting of His Royal Highness Prince Chen."
Before he could finish his words, he saw several adults looking pale, as if they had been struck by lightning.
"My Lords, are you feeling unwell?"
"It's okay. It's okay."
They must stay calm and think positively.
Perhaps the decision was made by Your Majesty, and the Prince simply copied Your Majesty's words in the memorial.
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