The tyrant emperor usually stayed up until 5:00 a.m. on weekdays. However, in order to set a good example for his sons, he got up an incense stick's time earlier (4:30 a.m.) the next day.
When the princes were picked up, they were still dreaming.
Many of them dreamed of having a big meal, with a large pool of saliva on their pillows.
Xiaoliu was only three years old, and Xiaoqi was only two years old. The two children were dressed by their respective eunuchs. They kept their eyes closed throughout the whole process, even when they were washing, they closed their eyes and let the eunuchs help them clean.
The foolish emperor's breakfast was always simple, consisting of only eight dishes. The key point was that he stayed in bed every day and often had no time to eat.
He got up early today so he could sit down and eat his meal leisurely.
When he was almost done eating, the seven princes finally came over reluctantly. After taking a few bites, they were hurriedly rushed to the throne room by the tyrant emperor.
There were seven small chairs beside the dragon throne, and the foolish emperor sat upright.
He usually sat slumped on the dragon throne, looking boneless, the kind of slump that deserved the title of "tyrant".
It was the first time for the ministers to see the tyrant emperor bring so many princes to court. After looking at each other for a moment, they began to proceed with the process of making reports as usual.
Although the foolish emperor has started to work hard recently, he is still a long way from being truly diligent.
When he was lazy in his administration, he would not only be late, but he would also take a half-hour nap while sitting on the throne, and occasionally even sleep until the end of the court. These days, things are much better. At most, he would yawn a few times and then wander around for an incense stick before he could concentrate.
After the ministers became familiar with the process of the tyrant, they would rush to report those unimportant matters at the beginning, or take the initiative to confess the troubles related to themselves and get away with it.
Today is very different.
The first thing was the youngest son of the Minister of Revenue, who raped women, occupied land and committed crimes. The Dali Temple wanted to arrest him, and the Minister of Revenue put pressure on him. The Dali Temple and the Minister of Revenue actually found a scapegoat and released the real murderer.
The one who submitted the memorial was the Minister of War, the sworn enemy of the Minister of Revenue.
After hearing this, the Ming army found many problems in this incident, which was not what a foolish emperor would do.
The emperor listened to each of his sons very attentively. After listening, he turned to his seven sons and asked, "What are your opinions?"
The eldest prince, the second prince and the third prince had been to school after all, so they understood what was said, but they were at a loss and dared not speak.
The others were full of questions and had no idea who was right.
They are still children, what insights should they have?
The tyrant emperor looked at them with disdain: See, it’s not easy to be an emperor, right?
Finally, the Third Prince spoke hesitantly: "The real culprit should be apprehended. The emperor is guilty of the same crime as the common people. How can the son of the chancellor go unpunished?"
He wasn't quite sure, but he seemed to have just heard that the evidence was conclusive, right?
I seemed to hear it.
Um!
Just pretend you heard it!
He was quite nervous. After all, it was his first time in the Golden Palace and his first time speaking in front of so many important court officials.
The foolish emperor nodded. He didn't understand why this matter was so troublesome. "Since the evidence is irrefutable, why are you still bothering me? Arrest him!"
"Your Majesty!" The Minister of Revenue was heartbroken. "This is a false accusation! A false accusation! That day, my humble son was drunk and said rude things. He also forcibly abducted women, occupied land, and committed violence. These are all false accusations..."
The Minister of Revenue made a statement in defense, and the Minister of War argued with reason!
The foolish emperor had a headache. Under normal circumstances, he would have supported his chin with one hand and started to daydream, leaving these matters to the Secretary of State and others to handle.
But not today.
The eldest prince's face wrinkled as he listened, his mind quickly becoming confused. What were they talking about? They were rambling on and on, and his thoughts were unable to follow!
The Second Prince's expression remained unchanged, his brows slightly furrowed as he tried to analyze the situation in his little head, but his mind quickly became a mess.
The Third Prince, as usual, wore a cold expression as he glanced at the crowd below him. He had already spoken, and his father probably wouldn't ask him again next time. He just had to pretend to listen carefully.
Xiao Si blinked and slacked off. This was the throne his mother had secretly asked him to fight for. Was it time to listen to these ministers bickering every day? He might as well go back to sleep or chase butterflies in the imperial garden.
Xiaowu's little head was nodding, as if he agreed with what everyone said, but drool was flowing from the corner of his mouth. If you looked closely, you would find that his eyes were already closed.
The brothers, Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi, had already fallen asleep, their little bodies sometimes falling to the left, sometimes to the right, and occasionally bumping their heads against each other. Every time they lost their balance, they would automatically adjust themselves to sit properly, but they managed to keep their eyes closed the entire time.
Xiaoqi even held his finger in his mouth and sucked it from time to time.
A stick of incense passed.
An hour passed.
Even the well-educated Second Prince couldn't sit still because his butt hurt so much that he couldn't sit comfortably.
He glanced at the Third Prince and found that he had squatted into a horse stance at some point. His eyes lit up with joy and he followed suit.
The pain in his little butt stopped immediately. He couldn't help but wink at Xiao Si, who was feeling very uncomfortable, and asked him to squat like them.
After another cup of tea, Ma Bu gradually became exhausted.
Xiaowu, who had already taken a nap, was now feeling very uncomfortable sitting. He looked at the tyrant emperor with sympathy: No wonder my father has calluses on his buttocks from sitting so much. My father is so pitiful.
The tyrant emperor had long been uncomfortable sitting there. When had he ever sat upright for such a long time?
He felt sore all over, as if he had been trampled by several horses.
But for Tianbao, he has to endure it!
If the princes had not fought each other to the death for the throne, the Nanqiao Kingdom would have continued to prosper for a hundred years, and Tianbao would have lived a life of ease, happiness and well-being!
He had been daydreaming for so long that he had already come up with a brilliant plan to ensure that no matter which brat became emperor in the future, he would be able to protect his sweet baby for the rest of his life...
It's noon and the morning court continues.
It was past noon, but the morning court session had not yet ended.
Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi had also woken up a long time ago.
Xiaoqi's butt hurt from sitting, so he stood up secretly.
He was short, so standing in front of the chair didn't look out of place. He twitched his fingers blankly, not understanding anything. He just felt that everyone was being aggressive and noisy.
Xiaoliu held his growling belly and stood with Xiaoqi. He glanced at the tyrant emperor with a mournful look on his face. Being an emperor was so hard. You'd get calluses on your butt and go hungry every day.
At two quarter past three in the afternoon (2:30 p.m.), the emperor finally announced the end of the court session.
He looked at his seven sons with a worried look on his face and sighed, "I heard your stomachs growling. For your sake, I will leave court early today. On a normal day, I would have to stay in court for another half an hour."
Xiaoliu's eyes were red with emotion: "Father, you are so kind!"
Xiaowu and Xiaoqi nodded repeatedly to express their approval, and the four older princes also nodded hesitantly.
Seven little kids left the throne room with stiff legs.
As soon as he returned to Lingxiao Palace, Xiaowu ran towards the rocking bed.
He murmured bitterly to the sleeping Tianbao, "Tianbao, you're so comfortable. You don't have to go to court with me. My butt is all rotten from sitting here. Tianbao, I'm telling you, from now on, I'm going to get angry with anyone who asks me to be the emperor! This is my secret, you can't tell anyone else, or Mother will scold me if she hears."
"What are you dawdling about, Xiaowu? Have your meal quickly. After the meal you still have to accompany me to review memorials." The tyrant emperor was addicted.
He can’t be the only one to bear the pain of being an emperor!
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