Ma Zhao nodded. The purpose of the activities held during the Dai New Year is to pray for blessings, purification, and celebrate the new life.
Han Zeyu, who loves to show off, particularly likes this kind of activities. He even bought some ethnic costumes for this purpose. It's a pity that he can only wear them once a year.
Su Shien thought it was okay. Occasionally, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, someone would take off their clothes on a whim and show them to him.
Ahem, let’s get back to the topic.
"Our ancestors' rule is to establish the eldest son as the heir, but it doesn't say it has to be the eldest son!"
Ma Zhao was puzzled. What else could it be?
Han Zeyu understood: "You mean to bypass the eldest son and directly let the eldest grandson take the throne?"
Ma Zhao gasped when he heard this. The civil servants were so cruel!
Xiao Hongjin's eldest son was only fourteen years old. He was neither too old nor too young, and was just qualified to inherit the throne.
"In this case, will Xiao Hongjin take the opportunity to sideline the eldest son? If he is more ruthless, will he..."
Han Zeyu made a gesture of wiping his neck with his hand.
Ma Zhao couldn't even breathe in the cool air. It turned out that two kinds of people couldn't sleep in the same bed.
Su Shien shook his head in denial: "I meant to let Your Majesty make a feint, and use it as a bargaining chip. If Xiao Hongjin wants to succeed to the throne smoothly, he must show his sincerity."
Good student Han Zeyu raised his hand to answer: "In the adult world, if you want something, you have to exchange it for something of equal value, like paying your taxes first."
Ma Zhao left the Tongpan Mansion in a daze. He never expected that things would turn out like that.
Ma Zhuoan, who was forgotten in Tongpan Mansion, stretched out his evil little hands and fed candy to the handsome Xiao Hei.
Han Zeyu felt that Ma Zhao did it on purpose and was trying to sow discord between the father and son in a particularly sinister way.
"An An, where is your father?"
"I don't know, I don't care, it doesn't matter."
He is so talented at such a young age that Han Zeyu has to admit defeat.
Su Shien smiled kindly: "Zhuo An, how far did you get in reciting the Three Character Classic I taught you last time?"
Little An An turned stiffly around and said aggrievedly, "Master Su, my father must be looking for me everywhere. Could you trouble Brother Ze Li to send me back?"
Su Shien was speechless. Another naughty kid who hated studying...
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