Chapter 270 The Queen Mother and the Regent Who Turned into a Cat 32
The woman who was sitting outside mending clothes came in slowly.
It was Song Zhili.
But now her face is numb and haggard, no longer as pure and beautiful as before.
Although Zong Qiguang was imprisoned, since his lower body was paralyzed, Zong Yue still allowed palace servants to take care of him.
But he doesn't want anyone else, he only wants Song Zhili.
Whenever he saw Song Zhili suppressing her hatred and submitting to him, Zong Qiguang would automatically imagine Zong Yue's face and feel a self-deceiving sense of satisfaction.
"Are you deaf? I called you so many times but you couldn't hear me. Do you want me to get sick?"
While cursing, Zong Qiguang pinched Song Zhili's arm viciously.
Song Zhili finally couldn't bear it anymore.
She didn't care about the evil intentions and pressed the dirt-stained pants hard against Zong Qiguang's mouth and nose.
"You like to abuse me, you like to torture me. Today you will have a taste of what it's like!"
"Zong Qiguang, you are no longer the emperor! Why do you still call yourself "I"?
"Ugh——" Zong Qiguang's eyes widened, grabbing Song Zhili with both hands, and he was almost suffocated to death.
Song Zhili finally let go.
The deposed emperor cannot die, otherwise she will be buried with him. This is the order given by Zong Yue.
"Bitch! Bitch!" Zong Qiguang's face was full of rage, and he stared at Song Zhili with red eyes.
"Zong Yue has no descendants, and I am the only one who can continue the royal bloodline! I will still have a chance to rise to prominence! When the time comes, I will cut you into pieces..."
Song Zhili looked at him coldly: "Lu Zhaoyu has already given birth to a prince for Zong Yue."
Zong Qiguang's voice suddenly stopped, leaving only a shocked expression: "What?"
How is that possible!
There is no cure for the Emperor's drug that can end his family lineage!
Song Zhili looked at his desperate expression and felt a sense of revenge in her heart.
From then on, she would tell Zong Qiguang every news she heard about the prince, regardless of whether he wanted to hear it or not.
For example, how intelligent the prince was. He had memorized the policies of state governance at the age of three, could write articles at the age of five, and was able to attend court and put forward useful opinions at the age of eight.
The prince was also very sympathetic to the people. He often made private tours among the people to understand their sentiments and report the people's real requests to the court, asking Zong Yue to resolve them.
All the ministers admired him, and all the people loved him.
The straightforward and stupid and lazy Zong Qiguang are two extremes.
Zong Qiguang felt more and more uncomfortable as he listened, and roared at Song Zhili to stop talking.
Song Zhili spoke even more excitedly.
The two tortured each other in the small courtyard.
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The year Chengxi was born, Sheng's territory was expanding and there were more and more political affairs to deal with.
And we have to devote a lot of time and effort to cultivating Chengxi.
Therefore, Cha Jiu temporarily stopped using drugs to have children, because she was afraid that she would not be able to take care of them and neglect either of them.
When Chengxi was five years old, government affairs gradually decreased, and Chajiu gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix twins.
Sister and brother.
Cha Jiu named his sister Jingshu, and Zong Yue named his brother Chengke.
Jingshu is a calm and quiet girl. She usually plays with her fingers after eating or sleeps peacefully. Even if she wets the bed, she will hum and whine in a gentle voice, but rarely cries.
Cheng Ke is different.
He is noisy and clingy, and wants to stay by Chajiu's side even when he is asleep.
As soon as Cha Jiu left, he would sense it immediately and start crying loudly without even opening his eyes.
Jingshu, who was lying quietly sucking her thumb, was annoyed by his noise, so she put her other thumb into his mouth.
The crying stopped.
There were still tears on Cheng Ke's eyelashes, but at this moment he was holding his sister's salty hand and sucking it very sweetly.
Zong Yue looked at Cheng Ke, frowned and thought: "Whose personality is Cheng Ke more like?"
Cha Jiu waved his hands silently: "Not much like me."
Six-year-old Cheng Xi shook his head: "My brother is not like me either."
The calico cat took a step back: "Meow~"
Zong Yue: “…”
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A few more years passed and the children grew up.
Crown Prince Chengxi was intelligent and independent, and after being trained by Zongyue as a strict successor, he became more mature and stable.
Although he was only nine years old, he was already able to attend court, keep his emotions under control, and handle affairs and people with ease.
Zong Yue praised him many times for his potential to be an emperor, but he never became arrogant. Instead, he became more stable.
On the contrary, Cheng Ke was always criticized and punished.
But none of the criticism he received was innocent.
For example, his calligraphy copybook was covered with cake crumbs instead of practicing a single character, and he ate snacks during class and encouraged Princess Jiamin to eat with him...
Today, Cheng Ke was punished to stand outside the study because he failed to recite the article.
Because the sun was too hot, Cheng Ke found a cool corner to hide temporarily, but he accidentally heard someone discussing him at the window.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so amazing, why is the Second Prince so far behind?"
"I heard that the Crown Prince could memorize the entire volume of State Governance when he was only three years old, but now the Second Prince can't even recognize all the characters. He is really comparable to the deposed emperor back then."
"No wonder His Majesty loves the Crown Prince so much. He is the only one among the princes who can inherit the throne."
“…”
When the prince came to pick up his younger brothers and sisters from school, he found that Cheng Ke was a little depressed.
"What happened?" the prince wondered, was he bullied in the study?
"Brother Crown Prince." Cheng Ke suddenly said seriously, "I want to declare war on you."
The prince was even more confused: "Declare war on what?"
The four-year-old Cheng Ke was not even half the height of the crown prince, but he said solemnly: "I want to compete with you for the position of crown prince."
He was extremely polite.
Even if he wanted to seize his brother's position as crown prince, he would still address him respectfully as "you".
The palace servants around him were amused by his naive and ambitious face.
The prince did not take Cheng Ke's words as a joke. He stopped, squatted in front of Cheng Ke and asked seriously: "Why do you want to be the prince?"
Cheng Ke thought for a moment and said, "I want others to think I'm awesome."
That way no one would say he was as useless as the deposed emperor.
The prince nodded and said, "If you want to be the prince for the sake of Sheng State and the people, I support you. If you want to prove yourself to be great, then you have to work hard for a while and prove yourself to me before I will accept the challenge."
Cheng Ke scratched his head: "How can we prove it?"
The prince shook the cake crumbs stuck in the calligraphy book, and they fell into the air with a rustling sound, like snow falling.
Cheng Ke blushed a little.
Jingshu calmly brushed off the cake crumbs that fell on her body.
"First you have to finish the calligraphy." He said, "and you are not allowed to eat snacks while writing."
Cheng Ke frowned: "Is it so difficult to be a crown prince?"
The prince smiled and said, "Yes, it is difficult to be a prince."
Cheng Ke agreed reluctantly.
When he returned to Yongning Palace, he quickly finished his lunch, climbed onto the chair with the pile of blank copybooks, and began to practice calligraphy.
He just kept drawing. The ink strokes were like a hypnotic spell, making him sleepier and sleepier the more he drew.
He is still holding on.
To be a prince.
He wants to be the prince!
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Forget it, let’s go to sleep first.
With a "thump", Cheng Ke's head fell completely on the copybook, and he fell asleep with his mouth pouting and drooling.
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One chapter. I guess it will end tomorrow.
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