Prince Jing seemed to have not heard the foolish monarch's words. He smoothed the strands of hair around Tianbao's ears and said, "Tianbao is only two years old, and you can't govern Nanqiao properly. She still has to live for another ninety-eight years. Sigh... How can she have enough food and clothing in the future?"
Tianbao blinked: Ninety-eight years... ninety-nine years is not okay?
The tyrant is powerless.
This happened again! When the other brothers were still alive, the four of them always treated him as invisible, and it was normal for them not to hear what he said.
But now he is the king of a country! How dare King Jing!
The tyrant emperor couldn't help but raise his voice: "Humph! I'm busy with all sorts of affairs every day, and I may not have many years left to live. How can I care about what will happen ninety years later? I can only ensure that my sweet baby is happy and healthy while I am still alive."
"Haha." Prince Jing heard his words this time and squinted at him sarcastically. "Then I should live longer than Your Majesty. For the sake of Tianbao, Your Majesty should adopt her to me."
Why bring this up again?
The foolish emperor rolled his eyes and said, "No! She is Nanqiao's lucky star. I'm afraid that a paraplegic like you can't bear such a great blessing. In order to live longer and take care of Tianbao for a few more years, I have made a lot of efforts in the past two years."
The foolish emperor said this, glancing around, then leaned close to Prince Jing and whispered, "I've only visited you three times in the past two years. Do you believe it?"
I won’t talk about the diligence in government anymore, as it will make me proud if I talk too much about it.
Upon hearing this, Prince Jing glanced disdainfully at the emperor's position. "He has even less than me. How come no one is spreading rumors about the emperor being incompetent?"
The tyrant emperor: "...Your focus is off. I'm just too busy to do that. Doing some Yin-Yang exercises is good for longevity. Besides, I have so many children, why can't I do that?"
Tianbao interrupted in a babyish voice: "Father, Uncle Huang, what is the Yangyang Movement?"
Tyrant Emperor: ...
Prince Jing glared at the foolish emperor and explained gently, "It's about giving birth to a little brother for you. Sweet girl is too young now, she will understand it when she grows up."
Tianbao blinked his eyes, still confused.
Prince Jing used his two big hands to carefully cover her little ears, and at first glance it looked like he was holding her little head.
Only then did he speak again: "Oh, three times in two years is still okay? Can you really last for several days at a time?"
Tyrant ruler: ...Fall!
He clearly wanted to discuss the important affairs of Nanqiao Kingdom with him, so why did he bring up this topic?
He understood that men like Prince Jing, who were not considered men, would be jealous, openly or secretly, of people like him who could exercise their manly abilities.
It's normal to say a few sarcastic words.
"Huh? You just said it's less than you?" The foolish emperor looked at Prince Jing in disbelief. "After you became paralyzed, didn't you... lose the ability to be a man?"
In recent years, no one dared to say such words in front of Prince Jing.
Prince Jing's handsome face suddenly darkened, then turned red, and then white: "Who said that?!"
The tyrant knew he had spoken out of turn, but out of respect for his reputation, he continued the conversation: "Everyone says so."
Prince Jing glanced at Zhang Fujin coldly.
Zhang Fujin laughed awkwardly. It would be better for him to just quietly eat the melon. Why was he looking at him? "Your Highness, I don't know anything. I can't be a man anyway."
King Jing's face turned green and he asked someone to push the four-wheeled cart and prepared to leave.
"Hey?" The foolish emperor hurriedly blocked his way. "Isn't it okay if I don't bring this up anymore?"
"I am a complete man!"
The tyrant emperor muttered, "Why are you so upset with me? I didn't start this rumor. The reason they spread it so convincingly is because you haven't given birth to a son yet."
"...I am not interested in having a son, I only want a daughter." Prince Jing looked down at Tianbao, feeling sad.
When he seized the throne, he made a big mistake. He had to have a daughter to live with him, otherwise he would not dare to die, and he would not be able to face his ancestors after his death.
After all, before the late emperor died, he was still sighing: My biggest regret is that I couldn’t give birth to a princess. You must work hard.
It is said that almost every emperor would express such emotion before his death.
"Prince Jing, there is no room for negotiation on this matter. Since you are able to give birth, why don't you just work hard to give birth to a daughter?" The foolish emperor watched as the incense stick burned out and quickly snatched Tianbao away.
He felt that he was being wronged if Prince Jing held her for even a moment longer.
When his arms felt empty, Prince Jing came to his senses.
He stared at Tian Bao in a daze for a moment before returning to his cold demeanor. "Your Majesty wants me to be the Minister of the Central Secretariat. Has he finally discovered that there's something wrong with Zhong Dequan?"
"There is a problem. Everything I've done these past two years has been difficult. It always seems like someone is pretending to obey my orders but secretly disobeying them. Let me tell you, it feels like I've polished all the parts and am ready to assemble a chair, but at the critical moment, the tenon is missing. All my work is wasted, and I have to polish a new tenon. Then, after a while, I find another missing tenon! It's just a simple chair, but I have to assemble it three or four times before it succeeds, sometimes even seven or eight times!"
The foolish emperor became more and more angry as he spoke, but Prince Jing was speechless.
This is the king of Nanqiao, a carpenter, wow!
The foolish emperor was so thirsty from talking that he stopped to quench his thirst with tea. Prince Jing finally spoke up: "So, have you figured out who is causing trouble?"
"I suspect it's the Minister of Revenue! Two years ago, I asked him to deal with the snowstorm, and he seemed very unhappy."
"Then why did the emperor let me take over the position of Zhongshu Ling temporarily? Zhong Dequan did not do a good job?" Prince Jing glanced at the tyrant emperor with a smile, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
The foolish emperor rolled his eyes at him and said, "I want to make him a Duke. Zhong Dequan is old now, and it's time for him to slowly give up his power and enjoy his retirement."
Prince Jing suppressed his laughter and could not help but look at the foolish emperor with a new respect: "It seems that the emperor has indeed discovered that there is something wrong with him."
The foolish emperor shook his head: "I didn't notice it at first. When Zhong was banished to the cold palace, he also begged for mercy several times, but I refused to give in. After that, he never mentioned Zhong again, but I also began to feel that I could not move forward. Alas."
It is really not easy to be an emperor. He also thought about removing Zhong Dequan from his post, but he must have a decent reason, otherwise no one would dare to work for him wholeheartedly, and the court would be thrown into chaos by Zhong Dequan.
Prince Jing shook his head: "The emperor made him a duke, and acted as a good man, but let me seize his real power and become the bad guy. The emperor really looks like an emperor now."
"What are you talking about? We are brothers. I trust you so much that I resort to such a desperate measure."
"Gurgle..." Little Sweetie's stomach growled.
After hearing this, the foolish emperor stopped discussing the business and quickly asked someone to serve the meal.
Prince Jing gazed at him, lost in thought. This younger brother seemed to have always been looked down upon by his four elder brothers. Perhaps, he wasn't a foolish carpenter, but rather a man of great wisdom disguised as foolishness.
"Uncle Huang, it's time for dinner!"
A sweet voice interrupted King Jing's thoughts. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Tianbao running towards him like a little rabbit.
The little man was not even as tall as his four-wheeled cart, but he rushed to the back and tried hard to push the cart to the edge of the table.
"Hey yo! Hey yo! Uncle Huang, Tianbao is so strong!" Tianbao raised his little double chin proudly.
Prince Jing, who was arching his hips forward to try to reduce the weight, said: "Well, sweet girl is really amazing."
As the three of them were talking and laughing, a lonely figure swayed outside the Lingxiao Palace.
Shake it again.
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