Jia Er clenched his fists and knelt on one knee. "The Crown Prince's wife left in the street. The deposed Crown Prince and his concubines often quarreled and fought. The Crown Prince also sent his eldest grandson with him."
The depths of His Majesty's eyes were as dark as a bottomless abyss. His tone remained even, "You are a sensible person. Go down."
Jia Er flew away and disappeared.
Emperor Mingxi was again reviewing memorials, while Wu Zhonghe stood aside like a wooden man.
Suddenly he heard the sound of someone putting down their pen, and he was startled and lowered his head even more.
"Sometimes, living is more painful than death." The emperor even smiled.
Wu Zhonghe felt as if he was poured with a basin of ice water from head to toe, and his whole body was filled with boundless coldness.
Your Majesty used to like killing people, but now he doesn't kill people. However, the methods he uses are like a bone scraper. They don't kill, but every cut hurts deep into the bone marrow.
He even missed the decisive and ruthless Majesty.
Why did Prince An come to beg for this? He is begging for a life, only to suffer in this life.
Judging from Your Majesty's temperament, I'm afraid that neither of them will die. They will just be entangled with each other forever, absorbing nutrients from each other, and wanting to kill each other all the time.
Wu Zhonghe wanted to play dumb, but since the emperor had spoken, how could he not respond?
So he said carefully, "Your Majesty is wise."
Emperor Mingxi glanced at him and said, "It's late at night. Go check on the prince."
Wu Zhonghe breathed a sigh of relief at the mention of the crown prince. Serving the emperor was like living with a tiger. Being frightened several times a day, he was truly lucky to be alive today.
A few years before the prince was born, the more he looked at His Majesty, the crazier he seemed. Fortunately, the prince was born.
When the emperor arrived at the Purple Palace, the little prince was already fast asleep.
He waved away his attendants, and closed his eyes as if he had simply washed himself. The scent of milk wafted from beside him, which soothed Emperor Mingxi's tense nerves.
Slowly, the father and son fell asleep.
His Majesty's eyes were closed, but his eyeballs were constantly moving, as if he was dreaming.
A chubby little hand pressed down on Emperor Mingxi's eyes, preventing him from moving.
Emperor Mingxi suddenly woke up with a cold light in his eyes like a sword, but when he saw the fat baby on his chest, the frosty sword light turned into a spring breeze.
"I was just wondering why there was something heavy pressing on my chest. Turns out it's you, you little brat."
The little guy puffed out his chest and said, "Wow, this is a nice boy~"
Emperor Mingxi laughed, "Okay, okay, you are."
The fat boy got his father's approval and grinned, "Father is here today~"
"I'm not made of iron. Can't I take a rest on New Year's Day?" Emperor Mingxi frowned and pretended to be unhappy.
The little fat boy didn't know what he said wrong, he tilted his head and said "Father, smile~"
Emperor Mingxi still didn't smile, so the fat boy lay on his chest, forehead against forehead, with a cute smile on his face.
His round eyes curved into crescents, his long eyelashes covered his lower eyelids, and a few small fangs were exposed.
The emperor could no longer maintain his stern expression. He hugged his son and threw him high into the air. "Who does this silly boy look like?"
Laughter emanated from the Purple Palace, and the serving palace maids also laughed.
After the little prince was born, His Majesty was always happy and they were no longer surprised.
Although there was no need to deal with state affairs on New Year's Day, Emperor Mingxi still had to accept congratulations from all officials, and a grand banquet would be held in the palace in the evening.
The Queen was new to the palace and was not familiar with anything, so she needed the Queen Mother's help.
The two palaces were extremely busy.
The Xuan Zheng Hall was cleaned spotlessly and was extremely bright everywhere.
Emperor Mingxi wore a crown with twelve tassels, a robe with twelve chapters, crimson gauze wrapped in red, and a bright yellow silk skirt. These robes diluted the emperor's coldness and added a solemn and noble aura, as if he was a man of great strategic power and a lofty view of the world.
He is like a god, and no one dares to offend him.
1002 is deeply impressed by the big brother’s looks.
Beside him walked the young prince, who also wore a crown with tassels and a red and black robe. It was obvious that the crown was very heavy, so the young prince would reach out his hand from time to time to support it.
The little fat boy's clothes were dragging on the ground and he was walking with great difficulty.
The ministers imagined a small dumpling wrapped in a thick shell, stepping up to the highest point step by step.
Really cute.
Emperor Mingxi wanted to reach out and pick up his son, but the little fat boy dodged his father's hand.
Ding Ding said that today is the first time that Fatty officially shows off his cool side, and he wants to show everyone how cool he is!
Yan supports fish!
How whimsical!
The little fellow struggled to push his chest forward, his small body stretched straight, like a soldier being selected by the emperor.
The little fat boy felt that he was just like his father, with a cool air all over his body, and everyone was convinced by him.
His appearance this time must be very outstanding.
The boy's round face was tense, and his mouth was pursed into a straight line, imitating his father's.
He would also cast a smug look at 1002 from time to time, as if to say, "I'm very smart!"
1002: Sorry, I don’t have the wise and powerful one, but the caracal does look quite similar, both of them are very round.
It was the first time that Emperor Mingxi wanted to laugh during the imperial procession. In the past, he was most impatient to receive the imperial greetings every year.
It's okay to kneel down and worship him every day, but he still has to worship him on New Year's Day. He is not a god or Buddha.
And every time he stood at this highest point, he felt his whole body was cold and his heart was as hard as iron.
Now that we have this fat cub, he is so pitiful and cute in every way.
God, please give me more time so that I can accompany him to grow up.
The court officials are so cunning, how can my child cope with it?
Let him stay with Yu'er for a few more years, govern this country with prosperity, and discipline the court officials so that they won't have second thoughts. Only then can he die in peace, otherwise I will die with regrets...
"kneel--"
As the chorus continued, the little fat boy secretly stood on tiptoe and held his father's hand.
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