Consort Shu has just arrived at the meditation room.
The Prime Minister's wife walked over with Meng Wanying and a little girl who looked to be about ten years old.
"Greetings to Consort Shu! We pay our respects to Consort Shu."
Following the direction of the sound, Consort Shu turned her head. She paused slightly, as if trying to identify something.
"Why is the Prime Minister's wife here too?" Consort Shu asked in surprise.
"To be honest, Your Highness," the Prime Minister's wife said somewhat embarrassedly, "that day at the Seventh Princess's 100-day celebration, I really almost..."
"If Miss Meng hadn't been a little too quick, the person who would have been poisoned might have been the old woman."
As the Prime Minister's wife spoke, she pulled Meng Wanying, who was behind her, over: "This is my daughter Meng Wanying, and this is my niece Ji Youran. Hurry up and greet Consort Shu."
"May Your Highness, the Virtuous Consort, be blessed."
"Since this is a temple, everyone should relax and let the children play," Consort Shu said softly.
"Your Highness, Consort Xie."
Seeing that everyone had left, Mu Junxi followed them out.
I just stepped out of the meditation room.
Meng Wanying's face fell instantly: "You guys have fun, I have things to do."
Mu Junxi: ...
Such a temper.
Any young master who marries her in the future will be incredibly unlucky!
He turned his gaze toward Ji Youran.
Ji Youran was two years older than him and a little taller. Her fair and flawless skin had a faint rosy glow, making her look charming and beautiful, with a touch of heroism and boldness.
A blush crept silently onto Mu Junxi's cheeks: "Sister, shall we go play over there?"
In response to Mu Junxi's invitation.
Ji Youran not only didn't appreciate it, but a hint of impatience flashed across her face: "I know you, you are the Fifth Prince."
Mu Junxi moved his lips but hadn't had a chance to speak yet.
Ji Youran's icy words came crashing down on him.
“I don’t want to play with you. Everyone in the entire capital knows that our Yuan Kingdom’s fifth prince is an incompetent good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat chicken legs all day long.”
"At ten years old, he can't even recite the most basic Zhenguan political essentials. In the future, let alone sharing the emperor's burdens, he may not even be qualified to be a county magistrate."
"I'm going to the meditation room to copy scriptures. You can go play by yourself."
After Ji Youran finished speaking, she turned around and ran away.
It feels like staying here for even a second longer would bring bad luck.
Looking in the direction Ji Youran ran off to.
Mu Junxi stood there blankly for a long time.
Ignorant and incompetent?
A good-for-nothing who only knows how to gnaw on chicken legs?
He's not even qualified to be a county magistrate?
So that's how everyone has always seen him.
But from childhood to adulthood, all the nannies told him that as long as he ate well and grew tall and strong, he would be the emperor's good son.
Was I wrong?
Have we been wrong all along?
With red eyes, Mu Junxi rushed into the meditation room.
He lay on the bed, covered his head with the blanket, and burst into tears.
Consort Shu was completely bewildered by his crying.
"Xi'er, what's wrong?" Consort Shu tried to pull the blanket off his head. "Why are you crying all of a sudden? Tell your mother, did someone bully you?"
Mu Junxi cried even harder, pulling at the blanket with all his might, sobbing uncontrollably.
Consort Shu waited for a while before Mu Junxi's crying gradually stopped.
His eyes were swollen like walnuts from crying, and his shoulders were shaking. "Mother, am I really useless? Am I an ignorant and incompetent good-for-nothing who can only gnaw on chicken legs? Will I not even be qualified to be a county magistrate in the future?"
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