The seventh prince, Yuwen Sixun, and the eighth prince, Yuwen Sinian, have been granted the title of princes and are allowed to go to their fiefdoms or reside in the capital for an extended period.
The emperor has no plans to release his two sons yet. There is also a sixth prince ahead of them, who has been wandering around somewhere for several years without returning to the capital.
But now the Eighth Prince lives in the palace every day, staying by his mother's side. He looks like a patient who is seriously ill and there is no cure. His eyes are full of despair.
Even Consort Wen couldn't bear to watch.
She had always thought her son was alright, the most promising prince to inherit the throne. Now, looking at it, she was glad he didn't inherit it; otherwise, wouldn't the Great Yan be doomed?
Anyone who can't win over a girl's heart acts like they're going to die.
You say you can't get her and can't let her go, then try harder, think of a way. You're just here being pessimistic with your mother every day, do you think she can get her for you?
But Consort Wen doted on her child and never said anything even if she disliked him.
"Son, why don't you go out for a walk?"
The woman's voice brought the Eighth Prince back to his senses, and then his gaze dimmed again.
"Mother, I'm fine. I'll be alright in a while."
“You crawled out of my belly, do you think I don’t know you?” Consort Wen frowned.
The woman couldn't hold back her temper; she disliked her son's behavior.
Although Consort Wen was spoiled and pampered by her family since childhood, she was still a woman who understood things.
If other mothers who doted on their children had some power, they would have forcibly brought Huanlu over long ago, but Consort Wen didn't even consider that possibility.
What does this have to do with greening?
It's her own son's fault for being so useless. He's usually such a spirited man, but look at him now, what a disgrace!
"If you like that girl, you have to find a way to get her."
“Mother, Huanlu doesn’t like wealth and honor. She doesn’t care about being a prince’s wife. She also… she doesn’t like me either.”
Consort Wen, unable to contain herself any longer, slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and pointed at Yuwen Sinian, saying...
"Why should she care about you? Didn't you say she doesn't like wealth and luxury? What does she call Cen Ang? She calls him Mom. What does the Prince of Zhenbei call Cen Ang? He also calls him Mom!"
"On the surface, those girls are servants, but in reality, they are all young ladies from the Prince's mansion."
"It's one thing to be a young lady, but she can also take up a sword and go to the battlefield."
"Are you saying that you wield power comparable to the Prince of Zhenbei, or that you can offer him some benefits?"
"In terms of looks, you think you can compare to Lan Tingche?"
"You can't even compare to the father and brother of the Prince of Zhenbei."
These words made the Eighth Prince feel even more aggrieved, as he felt that even his mother no longer approved of him.
"What are you complaining about? Hold it in!"
"When I was fighting for your favor in this palace, I didn't know how many grievances I suffered. Xiao Lanhua's brother is a good fighter, the number one general in the court before the Prince of Zhenbei. For your sake, I forced myself to outshine her for a while. Do you think you're the only one who suffered?"
"To make a girl like you, you need to have something impressive to offer!"
What's your most outstanding skill?
"Your identity is something they don't like or care about right now! So you need to find something else to offer. If you really don't have anything, then learn it and practice it!"
"She likes military generals, so go and practice martial arts now. In ten or twenty years, you'll eventually succeed. She likes scholars, so go and study. Not for her, but for yourself!"
Consort Wen was right; none of the princes in their palace had any redeeming qualities.
It seems that without the halo of being a prince, they are nothing.
Yuwen Sinian wondered if he had wasted more than twenty years of his life like this.
That's right.
These brothers have wasted so many years in the hands of the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, neither good enough for high positions nor good enough for low ones.
The woman caught her breath and reached out to take the tea her son offered her.
"Mother is right."
The fact that he may not be liked by Huanlv is never the reason for his dejection.
It seems that Yuwen Sinian started thinking about these things around the time Huanlu rejected him.
He and his mother hadn't been planning to become the crown prince for a long time.
The mother was arrogant and spoiled, but also intelligent and quick-witted.
Since the Prince of Zhenbei came to the capital, after they exchanged a few blows, the mother and son seemed to have given up on the idea.
Yuwen Sinian remained silent for a while before asking Consort Wen.
"Mother, is it... that we have no chance anymore..."
Upon hearing this, the woman closed her eyes and nodded.
After those two encounters, Consort Wen knew that as long as Huo Xiaolong lived, the Great Yan kingdom would not fall into the hands of others. Even if Huo Xiaolong did not ascend the throne, whichever prince succeeded to the throne would have to listen to her.
Nothing more.
The Prince of Zhenbei has too many soldiers under his command, and his military power is terrifying.
The emperor initially intended to use her to weaken Xiao Lanyi's power, but his plan backfired.
All they and their son can do now is stay alive and not cause trouble for the Prince of Zhenbei.
The Eighth Prince received his answer. He stood up, bowed to Consort Wen, and left the palace.
Where to go?
The brothel of love and pleasure.
This time, he wasn't going to Huanlu to confess his feelings; he just wanted to see her, just to catch a glimpse of her.
Just look at her, and you'll know what you want to do.
Perhaps that's the case.
Yuwen Sinian had just arrived at Fengyue Tower in a carriage when he saw his seventh brother being kicked out with a slap mark on his face.
The Eighth Prince frowned and asked
"What abrupt thing you've done this time?"
The Seventh Prince rubbed his cheek and replied.
"No."
"What happened to your face?"
"Oh, I just went to see the Soulmate Girl, and then I got beaten up by the Grassland King."
"Wouldn't that be incredibly abrupt?"
“I just asked her if she wanted to marry me and become my queen. How was that abrupt? It’s the grassland king’s problem. She can’t stand seeing her sister get married.”
The Seventh Prince didn't take the matter to heart. He had gotten used to being beaten at the brothel. Now, Yuwen Sixun didn't care about the throne anymore. He just came to see the beauties every day, which was quite nice.
He had to come when the Grassland King and the Northern Guardian King were not around, otherwise the slap marks would take several days to heal, which would be quite embarrassing.
"What brings you here today? Are you here to see Huanlu?" Yuwen Sixun asked.
The Eighth Prince nodded, ignored his elder brother, and walked straight into the brothel.
He looked up and saw Huanlu on the second floor, playing and laughing with her sisters. Yuwen Sinian didn't disturb her. Instead, he found a place to sit down, ordered a few dishes, and looked at her while talking.
If only their time could have stayed on the day of their first tryst.
It seems that Yuwen Sinian has long forgotten what he likes the most?
Princes are not allowed to have preferences.
"I want to earn lots and lots of money to marry a princess for Long'er. Then this whole street will be filled with red paper and wedding candy." Huanlu and Ping'er joked and laughed.
These words reached the ears of the Eighth Prince.
She said she wanted to make a lot of money.
You can try it yourself.
For your own sake, you can't rely on your father to live your whole life.
Besides, his father probably won't be emperor for much longer.
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