Feng'er didn't want to see Zhao Cong's expression; she was just too short to see it!
He could only cling to her leg and plead, "Father, I heard that Seventh Uncle is going to marry a beauty. If you don't make a move soon, Feng'er will have to call her Seventh Aunt from now on!"
Don't underestimate him just because he's small and can't do much; he can make you unable to do anything at all.
Zhao Cong lifted the little one up with one hand and placed him on his lap, while Cang Ying immediately gathered the folded paper on the table to one side.
Zhao Cong asked, "What do you want to call her?"
Feng'er answered earnestly, "Mother!"
Zhao Cong's smile didn't reach his eyes. "If I adopt you into the family of my seventh brother, your wish will be fulfilled."
Feng'er immediately stretched out her arms to wrap around his neck, but Zhao Cong was too tall for her to reach. Her ten fingers almost crumpled the cloud pattern on his shoulder. "I don't want to! I don't want to!"
"I belong to my father in life, and I will belong to my father in death."
Zhao Cong raised an eyebrow. What nonsense!
Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng'er pretended to cry again, "Heartless father, abandoning his wife and children for wealth..."
Zhao Cong finally grabbed the boy by the back of his collar and pulled him out from his chest. Feng'er blinked his star-like eyes, and as their eyes met, he dipped his finger in the saliva on his tongue and was about to smear it under his eyes when Zhao Cong grabbed his wrist.
Cangying quickly wiped the little prince's fingers clean with a handkerchief, saying, "Your Highness shouldn't suck your fingers."
Zhao Cong asked coldly, "Who did you learn it from?"
Feng'er replied dejectedly, "That's how it's sung in the opera."
No wonder he gets sleepy when reciting or writing; he was secretly looking at the script. It's a wonder he doesn't know many characters!
Feng'er was afraid he would get angry, so she used all her charm and coaxing to get Zhao Cong to agree to take Xiao Nian out to play before she would calm down.
After the wet nurse took Feng'er away, Zhao Cong lost interest in reading the memorials and muttered under his breath, "That little brat."
Cangying straightened his clothes, "Your Highness is so lively and adorable, it's such a playful age."
Zhao Cong never really restrained him.
Seeing that he was in a good mood, Cangying said, "Yesterday, news came from Fengyi Palace that the Prime Minister intends to have Miss Qingwan marry Prince Jing. He sent some silver to the nanny to test Consort Ning's tone."
Zhao Cong narrowed his eyes, "Lin Qingwan is a Jiang family young lady who returned halfway through her life. She has a bad reputation outside and was forced to submit to Jiang Yanwan. The Imperial Concubine will not agree to this."
Cang Ying nodded in agreement, "But if His Highness likes it, the Imperial Concubine has always given His Highness face."
Zhao Cong raised an eyebrow coldly, "Does my seventh brother even know what love is? Three years ago, the woman he called his darling was still abandoned by him."
"He protects Lin Qingwan only because I spread the news that Lin Qingwan is the true descendant of the Jiang family. The Prime Minister's mansion has always been hypocritical towards him, and even their daughter has been raised as a fake since childhood."
"His approach to Lin Qingwan without mentioning her name is enough to prove that he just wanted to embarrass Jiang Su."
Cang Ying bowed deeply, "Everything is under Your Highness's control."
Zhao Cong thought of Lin Qingwan, their first meeting in Shuiyuan Town, and then how she collapsed in his arms, coughing up blood in the street.
After waking up, she ate heartily, completely unsuspecting. But after his identity was exposed, she put away her familiarity, becoming polite and well-mannered, frequently expressing gratitude. She seemed sincere, yet distant, only appearing less prickly when with Feng'er.
Zhao Cong clasped his hands together in front of him, slightly bent them, and then straightened them again. "Have Tong Di ask her about that drug production line..."
He paused for a moment, then said, "Never mind."
Anyway, I'm going to take Feng'er out on the New Year.
*
The long street was bustling with activity, and people crowded around the piles of candied melons, afraid that if they were a moment late, the candied melons would be sold out.
Prince Jing sat by the window on the second floor of Yan Gui Lou, his crimson undergarment concealing his lingering hangover. A young male prostitute squatted before him, claiming to be massaging his legs, but as he massaged, he began to touch his inner thighs.
Zhao Yan scoffed, "Don't waste your time. I can do whatever I want outside, but I won't sleep with dirty people."
The young male prostitute's eyes sparkled. "This servant is clean."
Zhao Yan looked disgusted and pushed the hands away from between his legs. "I'll send you to be reincarnated, and then I'll believe you're clean."
The male prostitute shivered. "Your Highness, spare my life!"
"roll."
After the male prostitute scrambled out, Zhao Yan got up and went to a spot against the wall. His attendant lifted a painting hanging on the wall, revealing a small hole about the size of a round stick. Not only could he hear the voices from next door, but he could also see the people clearly.
Jiang Yanwan put hallucinogenic drugs in Mr. Ruan's tea, and by the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.
In his hazy state, he couldn't remember what he said, but he felt like he had a very long dream, a dream that included his past acquaintance with Qingwan, as well as his suppressed desires and regrets over the years.
Then he was plunged into endless darkness, still calling out to Qingwan in his unconscious state.
Jiang Yanwan knelt respectfully before Zhao Yan, "Your Highness, this person and Qingwan have secretly pledged their lives to each other, their relationship is ambiguous."
Zhao Yan remained expressionless. "So?"
Jiang Yanwan's almond-shaped eyes were filled with spring, but she was also full of grievances. "What happened three years ago was the fault of Father and Alin. If Your Highness wants to blame someone, blame them. Yanwan has always been sincere to you."
"Since Yan Wan can remember, everything she has learned and done has been because of the prince's preferences."
"No one is better at serving you than Yan Wan."
She had no way out now, and no pride left. She knelt down and begged, "Please, Your Highness, don't reject Yan Wan."
But she never truly understood Zhao Yan, and what Zhao Yan disliked most was her current worthless state.
He lifted Jiang Yanwan's chin with one finger, scrutinizing her as if selecting merchandise. "You say she's not clean, then what right do you have to sit in the position of Princess Jing?"
His words struck like thunder: "You, this, fake."
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