This way.
In the Emperor's bedroom.
Ye Jingyu looked at the endless stream of various delicacies being served.
Ye Jingyu frowned slightly: "Grandpa, there are so many dishes, how can the two of us finish them?"
"Hahaha! It's alright. Grandfather didn't know what you liked to eat, so he had the imperial kitchen make a little bit of everything."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. But Your Majesty, my mother said we mustn't waste food!"
"Oh, did your mother tell you that?"
"Yes! Mother said that every grain is the result of hard work, and the fruits of labor are hard-earned."
Farmers endure the scorching heat, braving snow, rain, and cold, working tirelessly under the blazing summer sun to ensure that all living beings have enough to eat.
Wasting a single grain of food is a disrespect to the hardworking farmers.
Food is the most important thing for people. Without the hard work of farmers, how could we enjoy such delicious food in peace and comfort?
The Emperor and Eunuch Yin, who was standing beside him, exchanged a surprised glance.
"Yu'er, did your mother tell you all this?"
"Yes! Grandfather, my mother also taught me a poem."
"Oh! What poem?"
"Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat drips onto the soil beneath the crops."
Who knows that every grain of rice on your plate is the result of hard work?
"This...this poem was also taught to you by your mother?"
"Yes, Grandfather."
"This... Yu'er, do you understand the meaning of this poem?"
"I understand! It means exactly what Yu'er just said."
At midday in the sweltering heat of summer, farmers are still working. They irrigate the land with every drop of sweat from their hard work, which is how they reap a bountiful harvest.
When we eat our fill, who can imagine that every grain of rice in our bowls is imbued with the hard-earned sweat and toil of farmers?
"Good, good, good! This Princess Han is truly extraordinary."
"Indeed! Your Majesty, it is truly remarkable that the Princess Consort of Han, a mere woman, possesses such a state of mind!"
The Emperor nodded in agreement.
After Ye Jingyu had finished eating...
The Emperor spoke again: "My son, your imperial grandfather wants you to go to the royal academy to study with your older brothers, sisters, and cousins. Is that alright?"
"A school?"
"Yes! You are a descendant of the royal family, and you must be learned and knowledgeable in order to serve the country and its people in the future."
"Grandpa, my mother told me that this school is just about learning poetry and the like, right?"
"good."
"Grandpa, can I not go?"
"Oh, don't you want to learn more?"
"No, Grandfather, my mother can teach me herself."
“Oh… your mother only taught you so little, unlike the teachers in the school, who are all well-read and talented.”
"Oh, I see! May I go take a look first?"
"Yes, yes, Grandpa Emperor will personally take you there tomorrow, what do you think?"
"Yes, I will do as my grandfather says."
"Hahaha! Good, truly my darling grandson."
The Emperor laughed heartily, looking at Ye Jingyu with increasing delight.
This way.
Ye Qingcheng and the others traveled without rest and soon left the capital, rushing along the official road.
They had traveled an unknown distance until they reached a dense, lush forest, when suddenly the horse cried out in alarm.
The carriage then stopped as well.
Ye Qingcheng, who had been sitting in the carriage with her beautiful eyes slightly closed, was now resting.
But the sudden stop caused her to open her eyes abruptly, her brows furrowing slightly as she called out, "What happened?"
"Dr. Ye, something's a bit strange here. Please stay inside and don't come out," the coachman outside replied respectfully upon hearing Ye Qingcheng's question.
But just then...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
A series of sharp, whistling sounds rang out, followed by the clash of swords and blades.
Then.
Ahhh!
Then they heard Hao Dao's screams again.
Hearing the sound, Ye Qingcheng lifted the curtain and looked outside.
Two of the four guards the emperor had assigned to him were fighting with more than a dozen men in black.
The other two simply shielded her carriage in the middle and did not intervene.
Bang bang bang!
The fighting grew increasingly intense with each sound.
Soon, the two guards had dealt with all the assassins.
Seeing this, Ye Qingcheng was very satisfied with the skills of the two guards.
However, when she saw that one of the guards had a cut on his arm.
She couldn't sit still any longer and quickly stepped out of the carriage, asking the guard with concern, "Are you injured?"
The guard was taken aback by Ye Qingcheng's concerned question, but quickly recovered.
"I'm fine, it's just a minor cut. Thank you for your concern, Dr. Ye."
Let me bandage you up!
"No need... thank you, Doctor Ye."
"No need for anything, come on, get off the horse, I'll bandage you up."
"This... I dare not."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just bandaging you up, what's there to be afraid of? Hurry up, we still have to get going."
“Then…then it’s Doctor Duoye.” The guard said, and dismounted.
Ye Qingcheng went up and bandaged him up.
Do you know who the other party is?
While the bandage was being applied, Ye Qingcheng asked.
The guard shook his head.
Seeing this, Ye Qingcheng didn't ask any more questions. After bandaging the wound, she got back into the carriage and continued on her way.
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