Yan Cheng left happily, but someone in Xie's house felt uncomfortable.
In a secluded but exquisite pavilion, when Emperor Jingxi heard that Yan Cheng had left Xie Mansion, the curve of his mouth suddenly disappeared and became a straight line.
He cast a sharp and displeased glance at the old man next to him, whose hair was gray but whose former elegance could still be vaguely seen.
"Didn't Master Xie say that everything was arranged? Why hasn't he come yet, even though I've been waiting here for two hours?"
"…It's all my fault."
What could Prime Minister Xie do when he failed to complete the task assigned by his immediate superior? Of course, he could only admit his mistake without hesitation.
He didn't expect that his son's ability to do things was so poor that he couldn't even find a way to lure a young man to the pavilion.
He can't even do such a small thing. No wonder he is still a fourth-rank official with a nice title even though he is almost old enough to be a grandfather.
Prime Minister Xie increasingly regretted that he had spoiled his only son in his early years, which resulted in the child being neither talented in literature nor in martial arts when he grew up.
He also regretted allowing his wife to find a wife for his son who had a good family background but was noisy.
Neither of them is in tune with each other, but when they get together, the sum of their parts is greater than their two parts, which makes them even more awkward.
Just like how his own child was replaced right under his nose, and now he ignores his own bloodline and instead favors a fake.
Alas, what misfortune for this family!
No matter what, it was his family that failed to complete the task. Prime Minister Xie urgently thought of a way to remedy the situation: "Why don't Tianchen invite Second Young Master Yan to his house for a chat?"
Instead of holding a poetry reading today, why not hold a flower viewing party the day after tomorrow? The hibiscus in the garden is blooming beautifully, which is also a suitable excuse.
"No thanks, I don't have that much time to come to your house."
I wanted to meet him privately before recognizing him to see his character and ability, but I didn't expect that the Xie family was so incompetent.
He stayed in the pavilion for almost two hours and didn't see a single face.
Emperor Jingxi was greatly disappointed.
Although he hated Concubine Yun Shufei very much, he did not hate her because of the whole family, and he still valued his bloodline very much.
The Seventh Prince and Yan Cheng are the only twins he has. He finds it quite strange and wants to see how much alike they are.
If two people stand together, can he, as a father, tell who is who?
With a belated fatherly love, he excitedly put down the memorial and left the palace to "accidentally meet" his son whom he had never met before, but he ended up seeing nothing.
Emperor Jingxi: “…”
In the past, others always came to ask to see him, but now he, the emperor, took the initiative to leave the palace to see someone, but in the end he didn't even see a hair.
I heard that the child was very vigilant. Prime Minister Xie's son tried various means, even sending his own son, but failed to lure him out of the crowd.
Thinking of this, Emperor Jingxi, who was not in a very good mood, actually felt a subtle interest in his heart.
This son who grew up away from home seems to be very opinionated and is a child with ideas.
Although he felt that Yan Cheng had personality and seemed to be an interesting child, he was still a little unhappy in his heart. His son was a little too disrespectful to him.
Emperor Jingxi came with great enthusiasm but left with little enthusiasm. Feeling that he had lost face, he completely forgot one thing.
That is, he never revealed his identity to Yan Cheng.
If he openly asked someone to tell Yan Cheng that he wanted to see him, would Yan Cheng refuse?
Emperor Jingxi made his wish to meet Yan Cheng in private so secretive that Yan Cheng didn't even know that Emperor Jingxi wanted to see him until he returned home.
He thought that the strange things that happened at the poetry reading were all people trying to trick him.
Before Emperor Jingxi returned to the palace, news came from the palace that the Seventh Prince had suddenly contracted an epidemic and had a high fever that wouldn't go away. The Empress had sealed off the Beiyi Residence where the Seventh Prince lived.
"Where did the epidemic in the palace come from?"
Emperor Jingxi frowned upon hearing this, extremely displeased, his eyes fierce. He knew that the Seventh Prince had contracted the plague for no reason, and that someone must have been behind it.
He hurried back to the palace, but did not go to see the Seventh Prince. As an emperor, he certainly would not risk visiting a son who was infected with the plague.
He only ordered the Imperial Hospital to cure the Seventh Prince, otherwise he would be punished.
Then he asked people in secret to find out where the seventh prince was infected with the epidemic.
Not long after he sent the people out, he heard that Yang Guifei wanted to see him, and Emperor Jingxi's expression softened a lot.
Yang Guifei was halfway through her greetings when Emperor Jingxi called her up, "Why are you here, my beloved concubine?"
Yang Guifei bit her lip and said, "Your Majesty, I heard that the Seventh Prince has been infected with an epidemic. I have medicine to treat the epidemic here. I asked Divine Doctor Jiang for it a while ago. It may be useful."
Yang Guifei had a thirteen-year-old child, so she was no longer a young concubine, but she took good care of herself and looked to be in her early twenties.
She is a gentle beauty, and when she bites her lips, her eyes seem to be filled with moisture, and she is charming.
Even Emperor Jingxi, who was used to seeing beauties, couldn't help but be attracted by her.
However, when he heard the name of Dr. Jiang, the gentleness in Emperor Jingxi's eyes faded a little, and his mind couldn't help but recall the scenes of him competing with other men for jealousy when he was young.
He just opened the small box she handed him, looked at the few evil black pills inside, and said nothing.
Yang Guifei seemed to know that Emperor Jingxi didn't like her to talk about it, so she never mentioned the three words "Dr. Jiang" again. She only asked the imperial physician to see if the medicine could be used, and if so, to give it to the Seventh Prince.
"The Seventh Prince is only three months older than my Eighth Prince. He was healthy when he was born, but his health deteriorated after he fell into the water in winter."
Yang Guifei wiped her moist eyes with a handkerchief and said, "Now the Seventh Prince has only been well for a year, and he has been infected with the epidemic again. It is really pitiful. When I think of the Seventh Prince suffering in Beiyi, my heart is sad."
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