When Feng Qi was named crown prince, he was only six years old. He had two older brothers who were still alive, but he was the crown prince.

He always heard others say how much his mother was loved by his father and how much he was valued by his father, but he never took these words to heart. The only thing he remembered was what his mother said when he became the crown prince.

My mother said, you are the crown prince now, but you must remember that you are a son.

When he was young, he thought his mother was telling him to be filial, but later he realized that his mother was reminding him how to be a good prince.

His mother never asked him to do anything, but asked him what he wanted to do. His childhood was not as stressful as others imagined, but rather very happy.

His father once said that he had something that he didn't have. He still didn't understand what his father said. His father's words were always a little profound, but they were good to him.

He was only seven years old when the Queen Mother passed away. She was indifferent to his mother but nice to him. On the day of her burial, he noticed a kind of sadness on his father's face that he did not understand. Later he asked his mother about it, and she said she did not understand it either.

The year when his mother was seriously ill, he first understood what sadness was. He heard the palace servants say that without his mother, his father would treat him coldly and that without his mother, he would be framed by other concubines. In fact, he was not afraid of these, because his mother once said that when faced with difficulties, truly capable people should solve the problem instead of worrying about how others will treat them.

But he was afraid of his mother leaving. He liked his mother to prepare food for him in different ways, to tell him stories, to teach him how to write, and to see her gentle face when she called him "baozi". His father had many concubines, but he only had his mother.

On the day his mother woke up, he seemed to see his father's eyes turn red, but then he thought, how could a man as upright as his father have red eyes?

There were many women in the harem. Sometimes he would hear that his father had gone to see another woman. Whenever this happened, he would ask his mother to tell him stories. The stories his mother told were very novel and interesting. His mother's expression was also very gentle, as if she was not sad because his father was not around.

"Mother, today the Grand Tutor explained the "Doctrine of the Mean" to me. I feel that the doctrine of the mean is not suitable for me. I am the crown prince. If I also stick to the doctrine of the mean, what can I achieve?" After saying this, he found that his mother looked a little strange, as if she remembered something.

"The Four Books and Five Classics are only to help you understand some of the principles in the books, but how to do it is up to you to figure out," the mother's hand on his head was warm, "as long as you figure out whether doing this is beneficial and whether it is suitable for the current environment."

He nodded obediently, "Isn't this what we call thinking before doing, and observing after doing?"

Then he saw his mother's appreciative smile, and he immediately felt motivated to continue studying hard. How could he bear to let his mother look disappointed?

After he was six years old, he had more teachers, but he did not find these books difficult. He also did not understand why those teachers always told his father that they were geniuses. Some of the stories in these books were very simple and easy to understand, but they explained them in a very profound way.

One winter day in the 19th year of Chengxuan's reign, his eldest brother was named King Ping and left the palace to build his own mansion. His eldest brother was eight years older than him. It was said that his biological mother was a concubine who died early. Later, he was raised by Concubine Xian for a few years and then lived alone in the palace. After Concubine Xian passed away three years ago, his eldest brother became more and more silent.

He was not familiar with his eldest brother, but when his eldest brother built his mansion, he still took a carriage to join in the fun.

Although the eldest brother was the King of Ping, he only had the title but no fiefdom or troops. After he presented the gift, the eldest brother suddenly said something.

"Sometimes, Big Brother really envies His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Although he was only nine years old, he understood what his elder brother meant. As the only prince with a mother, he was the high and mighty crown prince, the heir apparent to the throne, while his elder brother was just a powerless prince with the title of "Ping".

"Do you know where your second brother is?" King Ping looked at him with a smile, his smile calm but cold, "He is fifteen years old this year, but he still lives in the palace outside the capital."

Feng Qi had indeed never met this second brother. Even at his father's Wanshen Ceremony, his second brother was not recalled to the palace. He heard that his father was very displeased with his second brother.

"Do you know why the second son was imprisoned in the temporary palace?" Prince Ping's smile became somewhat sarcastic, "Because the concubine who raised him, Concubine Ning, framed your mother. Because he was disrespectful to your mother, he was sent away. Since then, the emperor has never even looked at him."

What does this mean? Does he want to say that my mother is scheming or vicious? Does he want to say that I am dissatisfied with my mother or that I sympathize with my second brother?

Feng Qi looked at Prince Ping strangely and asked calmly, "Since these are the facts, why shouldn't he be sent away? He was disrespectful to my mother and didn't know when to act. Why should my father still like him?"

King Ping felt that the nine-year-old Crown Prince was so calm that it was a little scary.

"Brother, do you think I will question mother for these words?" He sneered, "Don't treat me as an ignorant child. I know what is important and what is not. You don't need to tell me."

He put his hands behind his back and raised his chin slightly. His eyes, which looked like those of Consort Zhao Gui, were like a knife slashing through Prince Ping. "Brother, if you have this in mind, you'd better cultivate yourself and figure out what to say and what not to say."

After saying this, he turned around and left, not giving King Ping any face at all.

This matter soon reached Feng Jian's ears. Feng Jian did not say much, but three days later, he gave a copy of "The Book of Filial Piety" to King Ping.

There are many rumors about the mother and the father in the outside world, but in these stories, the father is the affectionate emperor and the mother is the concubine who loves the city. Feng Qi scoffed at these stories, because in addition to the mother, there are other women in the harem. It is impossible for the father to be like in the stories, only seeing the mother every day and unwilling to see other women, although it is true that the father rarely visits other women.

My mother said that there are many lies in the world. What you see and hear may be false. The only real thing is your own brain.

He couldn't figure out whether there was a love between his father and mother that he didn't understand, but one thing was certain: his father and mother were very, very good to him.

He could still vaguely remember the scene when he was very young, his mother held his hand and walked in the garden in the sun.

"Your Highness, Consort Zhao Guifei has sent you some snacks."

He looked at the snacks in front of him. They were his favorites and were made very delicately.

He had some snacks and then got up and walked towards Xihe Palace. As soon as he reached the lotus pond, he saw his mother sitting by the pond basking in the sun, and his father standing behind her with a gentle smile on his face.

He paused, turned around and walked out the same way he came.

Although he didn't know why, he felt that his father looked at his mother with that kind of eyes, and he didn't want to disturb him.

Well, he is the only son of Consort Zhao Gui, the honorable crown prince of the Jiuzhou Dynasty, and the prince most valued by his father. He is not a nine-year-old child.

He looked up at the sun in the sky and smiled widely.

The sun is shining brightly today and he is in a good mood too.

Looking back towards the lotus pond, perhaps my father was in a good mood as well.

The author has something to say: The story ends here.

Some people think the ending of the article is bad, some people think it is just right. For me, this is the story I want to write. If you like it, I am very grateful, if you don't like it, I can only regret it, but I don't want to write a story that loses what I originally wanted. A woman can be heartless to a ruthless man, but she can't be heartless to her own children. The main theme of my story is a woman's heartlessness, so let the story stop here, maybe it will be better to leave some room for it. See you in other books in the future. Thank you for your company for two years. I bow deeply.

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