Upon hearing the titles bestowed upon these individuals by the Emperor, the Second Prince was undoubtedly the most enraged—or rather, he should now be called the Prince of Ning. He smashed countless teacups and vases in the palace, bitterly lamenting, "Father is truly becoming more and more biased! How much have I helped him over the years, and this is how he treats me? We're all sons, so what does he take me for?"
"Your Highness, please calm down," the advisor said insincerely. His deliberately pretentious expression was seen by Prince Ning as a blatant provocation.
Hmph, what gives you, a mere advisor, the right to show such disdain to me?
"What, sir, do you have some brilliant insights?" Prince Ning couldn't help but tease her.
The man addressed as "Sir" stepped forward arrogantly and said humbly yet haughtily, "I dare not offer any profound insights, but I would like to remind Your Highness that this title does not mean anything, and everything should be based on the greater good."
"Heh," Prince Ning chuckled, a sound that was both mocking and sarcastic, "Prioritizing the greater good, sir, you say it so nicely. But do you even know what 'Chen' means? Chen represents the emperor, and Jing also signifies peace and stability for the country. Even the fourth prince got the character 'Qin,' which means wealth, honor, and longevity. Why do I only get Ning? Does Father think I'm too noisy?"
The more Prince Ning thought about it, the more troubled he became.
He could almost foresee the day when his father would pass the throne to his elder brother, but also give him a profound and unforgettable lesson.
How could he tolerate such a thing happening?
"How are your preparations going?" Prince Ning asked, having already begun preparations long ago.
He was just one opportune moment away from forcing the emperor to abdicate and seize power. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he murmured to himself, "Father, I hope you can be more rational. You can't treat us so casually just because you only like my eldest brother."
After the crowning ceremony, there will be a selection process.
The Second Prince's mother, Consort Xian, had long been eager to choose a suitable daughter-in-law.
Royal children marry young, and by the age of thirteen or fourteen, they are already aware of matters of the heart. Originally, the Emperor planned to bestow a marriage upon Feng Changgui when she was sixteen, but Feng Changgui had already donned her armor and gone to the frontier, leaving the Emperor unable to intervene.
So the matter was delayed. Feng Changgui was already twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and still had no one to serve him, which was quite rare. Prince Ning was also twenty years old, but Feng Changgui was reluctant to return to the capital and was unwilling to get married. Prince Ning, as the younger brother, could not get ahead of his older brother.
Therefore, he now has many concubines in his household, most of whom do not have any official status.
Consort Xian was eager for Prince Ning to marry a woman who could be of great help to the cause, so she naturally wouldn't agree to it casually.
Consort He also learned of this news and went to talk to Consort Xian. She wouldn't really reveal all her thoughts, only mentioning a few important points, such as which flowers in the Imperial Garden were particularly beautiful, and how adorable the kittens kept in the palace were. After going around in circles, Consort He finally got to the point: "I heard that His Majesty is preparing to select consorts, is that true?"
She nearly ground her teeth to powder. One by one, those little sluts came running out. She was now old and faded, and was destined to have no future in the money.
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