"If you have something to say, stand up and say it. What does it mean to kneel down?"
Dacheng is a country of etiquette. Even between the emperor and his subjects, they do not have to kneel back and forth all the time. In addition, Emperor Longfeng was not an emperor who liked to show off, so there were even fewer occasions for him to kneel down.
"You... beat your brother?" Emperor Longfeng thought to himself that his well-behaved son must have done something strange.
"Father, I am the kind of person who doesn't respect my elder brother." Prince Chen said quickly, "I haven't done anything recently. I'm kneeling here to beg you because I just want to find something to do."
"What's the matter?" Emperor Longfeng looked at him suspiciously: "You really didn't cause any 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 connected and have the same ideas." Prince Chen picked up the futon, walked to Emperor Longfeng, threw the futon on the ground, knelt down, and hugged Emperor Longfeng's thighs: "Since you are so satisfied with your daughter-in-law, please 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 a spoiled child 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 throne and let his son hold his legs.
"Which newlywed doesn't want to go back to her parents' home? She is simple-minded, and she won't say it even if she wants to. But who is my son? He is your son. He has learned from you that he loves the people around him. Even if she doesn't say anything, I can see it." Chen Wang smiled at him flatteringly: "Just now, I have boasted to her that I will take her back. You can't watch me lose face in front of the princess."
"It's okay." 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 Longfeng was amused by his son and kicked him lightly with his other foot: "Hurry up and get up, what a shame."
"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, and have lunch at the Ming family, no one will complain."
"Thank you, father." Prince Chen took the token and stood up decisively: "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. She treats you sincerely, so you can't betray her." 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 that he was unwilling, Emperor Longfeng chuckled and said, "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..."
"Your Highness is willing to share your worries and relieve your father's labors." Prince Chen lifted his robe and sat down: "It is your honor."
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 custom-made for you by the Empress. Would you like to try it on?"
In just two days, the private treasury of Qilin Palace was almost filled with the gifts sent. The concubines in various palaces, the princes and princesses, and the royal family members all sent gifts.
Various rare objects flowed into Qilin Palace like running water. This was also the first time she faced directly how high the status of Prince Chen was in the harem.
"My mother specially ordered it for me?" Jiuzhu said quickly, "Bring it here and show it to me."
When she opened the jewelry box, she found a complete set of jewelry inside, which was exquisitely crafted. Jiuzhu realized, "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 Mother guessed what the Prince would do and not only did not stop him, but instead prepared everything for the young lady in advance.
The more noble a family's status, the more they value rules. The Queen is the most noble woman in Dacheng, but she 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 gem on the phoenix hairpin: "Gentle and kind people have the same thoughts."
"That's great." Chunfen smiled: "The Queen and the Prince treat you so well, the Master and the Madam will definitely feel relieved."
"Could it be that my parents were worried 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 outside: "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 go home the day after tomorrow."
What do you understand, miss?
Chunfen looked at the young lady in confusion, suspecting that she might have had the wrong idea.
Three hours later, Chunfen looked out the window and said, "Miss, it's getting dark. I don't know when the prince will come 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 go down and rest for a while." Jiuzhu smiled: "It was the same as before at home. We are still 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 bring you a bowl of Tremella soup." Chunfen turned around and went out, and she felt someone blowing past her like the wind. She quickly turned around 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 took back his hand that was about to rub her head and said, "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, "The day after tomorrow we will leave the palace to meet my father-in-law and mother-in-law."
He looked relaxed, as if this token was not obtained by him through kneeling and begging, or by reviewing a pile of memorials.
"Your Highness is so powerful." Jiuzhu picked up the token and took a look at it, and found a dragon mark on it.
"It's a small matter. How could I not be able to do what I told you?" Prince Chen 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 you have dinner?" He straightened his messy hair and took his hand away with a reluctant look: "Father asked me to do something in Taiyang Palace, 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 eat, so he hurried back without stopping.
"Not yet." Jiuzhu asked the palace servants to bring the dinner: "It's just right for me to eat with His Highness."
Prince Chen and Jiuzhu had a happy dinner. The officials who worked overtime late into the night received the returned memorials and found something wrong.
The handwriting on some of the memorials doesn't look like your Majesty's.
Why would Your Majesty allow someone else to write and review memorials on your behalf?
As a court official, one can't help but think more. Your Majesty is in good health and the commander of the Imperial Guard is loyal to Your Majesty. Logically, no one dares to review these memorials without Your Majesty's permission.
"Haven't you ever thought that these memorials were reviewed by a certain prince under the command of His Majesty?" 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 talented."
"Lord Wang is right." Another official nodded: "Which prince is it?"
"His Royal Highness Prince Huai is mature and steady, but I've seen his handwriting, and it doesn't look like his."
"Your Highness Prince An has a gentle personality, but this prince's opinions are direct and sharp, which is not His Highness Prince An's style."
"Could it be Prince Jing?"
Prince Jing is a man of few words, and his appearance can barely be described as handsome, but compared to the Fourth Prince and Prince Chen, he is far inferior. He is an ordinary person and it is difficult for people to notice him.
As for the Fourth Prince, no one considered this possibility at all. Your Majesty has already stripped him of his title and made him the bald prince, so how could he possibly let him touch the memorials?
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 would review it."
"Impossible!" Several officials denied in unison: "Prince Chen is ignorant and unskilled, how could he write such beautiful characters?"
"Have you seen His Royal Highness's calligraphy?" Seeing their affirmation, the young official bowed and smiled, "I am sorry for my ignorance, my Lords."
Several adults: "..."
They seemed to have never cared about Prince Chen's handwriting.
But a prince who can make his teacher faint with anger should... probably... not be able to write well, right?
More importantly, the Prince of Chen is a pleasure-seeking person with no knowledge or skills. How could he possibly 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 unlearned, 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 been 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 glanced up 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 have to stay calm and think positively.
Perhaps the decision was made by Your Majesty, and the Prince simply copied Your Majesty's remarks in the memorial.
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