The Southern Emperor lay sprawled under the eaves, pen in hand, as if possessed, muttering incantations that, upon closer listening, sounded like scriptures.
He didn't even notice it after standing there for a long time.
His temples were already streaked with gray, and his clothes were rather casual, loose and baggy, stained with quite a bit of ink.
His handwriting on the paper was bold and unrestrained, a style consistent with his.
The seventh prince frowned, his frustration dissipating considerably, and suddenly turned and left.
The doors of Xuanhe Palace were closed again.
The Southern Emperor sat up, narrowed his eyes, snapped the pen in his hand in half, and gritted his teeth to suppress his anger.
"Your Highness, His Highness has gone to the main hall to reward the soldiers."
"They left Xuanhe Palace so quickly?" the Empress asked in surprise. "Did something go wrong?"
The palace maid shook her head: "Xuanhe Palace is covered with scriptures. His Highness looked at them and left without saying anything."
The Empress smiled: "Seventh Prince, your biggest weakness in this life is that you value emotions too much and are too soft-hearted."
“Your Highness, I don’t understand. If His Highness forgives the Emperor, it will not benefit us at all. Once the Emperor regains power, he will surely punish His Highness severely,” the palace maid asked.
Perhaps in a good mood, the Empress explained, "Who said the Emperor would definitely seize power? If the Seventh Prince valued power, he wouldn't hand over military command the moment he returned from every battle."
"Now that we're back, military power can't stay in the hands of the seventh prince forever. He won't agree to the emperor taking power. After weighing the pros and cons, he will definitely choose someone else."
The reason she spoke up for the Southern Border Emperor was to distract the Seventh Prince and make him feel guilty, based on her understanding of the Seventh Prince.
The seventh prince will not voluntarily take the throne.
As for who will get it, that depends on which side the Seventh Prince favors.
The palace maid still didn't understand: "Then why doesn't Your Highness support the Seventh Prince taking direct power? Wouldn't that put Your Highness at ease?"
The Empress's expression changed slightly.
How could she control an emperor who held military power?
"You've been too talkative!" The Empress glanced at the palace maid and said unhappily.
The palace maid trembled and repeatedly apologized.
The Empress waved her hand impatiently and instructed, "Send someone to keep an eye on things. The Seventh Prince's Consort may enter the palace today."
"yes."
She made two preparations.
Since Jia Huajun is mainly going to the palace, she will definitely attend.
"Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince's Consort has not entered the palace."
The Empress smiled knowingly: "It seems that what happened three years ago had a significant impact on the Seventh Prince's Consort, who doesn't even dare to step into the palace now."
The Seventh Prince's Residence
Princess Jia Hua knew that today was a victory celebration banquet, and she did not want to show her face too much. She declined the Seventh Prince's invitation and stayed at home to do what she needed to do.
"Send someone to keep an eye on things, and be sure to let me know when His Highness returns."
Xiu Shu nodded: "Don't worry, Your Highness. I have already sent someone to wait at the second gate. However, His Highness is rewarding the army today, so he may not be able to return."
Princess Jia Hua shook her head: "He will definitely come back."
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