Chapter 80 Cooking in person
Crown Prince Jing Sixuan returned to the Crown Prince's Palace, and the desperate and helpless scene when his mother was taken away emerged in his mind. He hated himself for having no real power and being able to do nothing.
Jing Sixuan was not a mediocre person, it was just that Empress Xiao protected him too well and he lacked experience.
He was able to sit firmly on the throne of the crown prince largely due to the influence of his mother's family and the support of his father-in-law, the prime minister's party, but now both of them seem to be collapsing.
He felt a breakdown inside, and an uncontrollable anger surged in his heart. He stood up and waved his arms. With a loud "crash", all the tea sets on the table were swept to the ground. The sound of shattering ceramics echoed in the empty room.
Suddenly, a sound of light footsteps was heard. The prince looked up and saw Bai Zhuo had come in at some point and was bending down to pick up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.
"Bai Zhuo, be careful..."
Before the prince finished speaking, Bai Zhuo suddenly retracted his hand. Then, a small stream of bright red blood oozed out from his slender index finger and flowed down his fair skin.
When the prince saw this, a look of panic flashed across his face, and his originally dim eyes were instantly filled with anxiety.
He didn't have time to think about it, and ran over quickly, shouting at the top of his voice:
"Someone, come quickly, call the imperial physician!"
Bai Zhuo was stunned by this sudden change. It took him a while to realize that the prince had sent for the imperial physician because of him.
There was a barely perceptible flash of emotion in his eyes, like a shooting star across the night sky, brief but exceptionally bright.
He said to Jing Sixuan in a gentle voice: "Your Highness, it's okay. It's just a minor injury. It will be fine after applying some medicine."
Jing Sixuan anxiously took out a handkerchief from his bosom, covered his wound with it, and then pinched it with his fingers.
"How can this be considered a minor injury? You have to use this hand to play. How can you play if you are injured? Come on, sit down and wait. The doctor will be here soon."
Bai Zhuo looked up at Jing Sixuan and saw that he was frowning anxiously and looking at his wound seriously. Sometimes he gently relaxed his wound to check if it was still bleeding, and sometimes he glanced towards the entrance of the hall.
While waiting, Jing Sixuan did not forget to order the eunuchs around him to clean up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.
After half an incense stick of time, the imperial physician finally appeared with the box on his back. During this time, Jing Sixuan had been holding the handkerchief for him.
"Quick, take a good look at Mr. Bai and make sure his fingers are okay."
Jing Sixuan urged.
The imperial physician opened the handkerchief: "..."
"I obey your order."
The imperial physician wiped a cold sweat from his forehead and said: I thought it was just a minor wound.
The doctor took out the ointment, carefully applied it to his wound, and bandaged him. He then left a small bottle and said,
"Your Highness, apply this medicine twice a day. The wound will heal in seven days and there will be no scars left."
"Okay." Jing Sixuan responded simply, then signaled with his eyes to the eunuch Xiao Dezi beside him.
Xiao Dezi understood what he meant and took out a silver ingot from his pocket and placed it in the prince's hand.
The imperial physician waved his hands quickly and said, "Your Highness, my old minister only has some broken legs and feet. This..." It's not considered a treatment at all.
Jing Sixuan: "Take it. It's none of your business. Back off."
The imperial physician was helpless, shook his head, bowed, thanked him, and turned to leave.
Bai Zhuo quietly watched Jing Sixuan's every move, watched him running around for him, watched every change in his expression, and his heart was filled with an unprecedented feeling of being valued.
This feeling is like the warm sun in the cold winter, warm and comfortable.
Jing Sixuan asked with concern: "Azhuo, does it still hurt?"
Ah Zhuo?
When Bai Zhuo heard this, his nose twitched violently and tears welled up in his eyes. This was the name his father and mother often called him when he was a child.
I haven't heard it for more than ten years, but when I heard it from Jing Sixuan's mouth today, it seemed to have a sense of familiarity, just like the warmth that had gone away came back to me again.
Bai Zhuo tried hard to swallow his tears and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I am no longer in pain."
After a pause, he asked softly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince was so angry just now, why?"
Jing Sixuan hugged Bai Zhuo, put his head on his shoulder, sighed deeply and said:
"My mother was banished to the cold palace."
Then, she rubbed her face against his neck, seeking some comfort:
"Azhuo, without my mother, I will be a little alone. Will Azhuo always be with me?"
When Bai Zhuo heard this, he felt guilty, but fortunately he was facing away from the prince, thinking that his purpose of entering the palace was not pure.
But he had to admit that he felt a little guilty.
Regardless of whether the man in front of him was sincere or fake, at least he could comfort his lonely heart after years of loneliness. Bai Zhuo raised his hands and slowly stroked Jing Sixuan's back.
"...Bai Zhuo will not leave His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Upon hearing this, Jing Sixuan tightened his arms, closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder in satisfaction.
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When Jing Siye returned to Zhaonan Palace, Zhu Wenqin was sitting on the steps waiting anxiously. When he saw him, he quickly stood up and ran over, looking him up and down:
"Your Majesty, didn't the Queen Mother and the Emperor embarrass you?"
Jing Siye held his hand in his and led him towards the main courtyard.
"No, not only did the emperor not punish me, but even if Wang Zhiyan wakes up, she will not be able to escape the blame."
Zhu Wenqin: "Oh, what about the queen?"
Jing Siye: "She was banished to the cold palace."
Zhu Wenqin: “…”
[The palace is so scary,]
[One second he is supreme, the next second everyone despises him...]
[You have calculated too much. Sigh, if someone as simple as me were to go, I’m afraid I wouldn’t survive more than three days…]
[Fortunately, I am with the prince and don’t have to stay in there every day…]
Jing Siye: “…”
Entering the palace is probably a matter of time...
However, now that the trouble with Wang Zhiyan has been solved, Jing Siye can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Otherwise, he would be afraid that his little one would get angry again and run away from home.
"Qin'er, you can wander around freely in this palace from now on, but if you want to leave, you must tell me."
Zhu Wenqin nodded obediently, her eyes bright and she responded crisply:
"Understood, Your Majesty. Qin'er obeys your command."
Hearing this proper answer, Jing Siye couldn't help but smile and raised his hand to scratch his nose:
"You little devil."
Zhu Wenqin touched his nose and suddenly remembered something. His eyes lit up with excitement. He pulled Jing Siye's sleeve and said:
"Your Highness, I will cook for you tonight and make you a braised fish."
Jing Siye subconsciously wanted to refuse. In his heart, the little guy was a treasure, so how could he bear to let him do such heavy work.
But looking at Zhu Wenqin's expectant eyes, and remembering that he had spent several days learning how to cook this dish, the refusal on his lips turned into a promise. He really couldn't bear to dampen the little guy's interest, so he just took it as a chance to give him a chance to perform.
Zhu Wenqin skipped into the kitchen. Jing Siye looked at his back and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
When Zhu Wenqin disappeared behind the kitchen door, he looked stern, called Lu Bo over, and whispered:
"You are to go to the small mountain village outside the city immediately and carefully monitor the farmer's every move. If there is any movement, report it immediately."
After receiving the order, Lu Bo left quickly.
Zhu Wenqin started to busy herself in the kitchen.
Of course, the fish was killed in advance by the servants. This was Jing Siye's special instruction. He was really worried about Zhu Wenqin holding the knife, and was afraid that he would accidentally cut his hand.
Zhu Wenqin rolled up her sleeves, started a fire, poured oil, heated the pan,...
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