Chapter 352: The Arm Can’t Twist the Thigh
As for Yang Chengchen, upon returning to the mansion, he saw the Crown Princess's men waiting for him at the door. He knew his mother must be wondering what the people in the palace had just wanted to see him about. He handed his horse to the doorman and headed straight for the Crown Princess's courtyard.
"Mother, mother, I'm back!" As soon as Yang Chengchen entered the main courtyard, he was calm and dignified compared to when he was outside, completely different from the other person.
When the Crown Princess heard this, she just shook her head, pretended to reprimand him, and let it go.
"Someone came from the palace just now. Why did they come to see you so anxiously?" The Crown Princess reminded him with concern, fearing that she would delay her son's important matter.
"Don't worry, mother. It's nothing serious. Father just came back and I ran away. He wanted to capture me and take me back to continue to work as a laborer."
When the Crown Princess heard that the Crown Prince had returned, she was first delighted, but then she heard the battle of wits and courage between her son and his father. She originally wanted to tell Yang Chengchen to listen more to his father's words.
After all, the relationship between royal father and son has never been able to withstand any test.
But the Crown Princess saw that her son was as happy as a victorious rooster, and she didn't want to spoil his fun, so she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
The Crown Princess thought, "Forget it, let's just let her son be happy for a while! We'll talk to him next time we have a chance. He's really tired during this period."
Then Yang Chengchen happily accompanied the Crown Princess for a delicious dinner and went to rest.
What made Yang Chengchen happiest was that his father had returned. From now on, he could be a child again and no longer have to read those tiring memorials.
It must be said that the experiences during this period not only failed to foster Yang Chengchen's ambition for power, but instead fostered his laziness.
But Yang Chengchen was still too young and too happy too early. The next morning, he was still asleep when the prince personally pulled him out of bed.
Yang Chengchen rubbed his eyes, which were unable to open, and looked out the window, which was still dark, wondering, "Father, why did you wake me up so early?"
"Come with me to the morning court!" The prince looked at his son like this and felt very happy.
"Ah, morning court? What morning court? I won't go!" Yang Chengchen quickly lay back down, which showed his firm attitude.
The prince didn't care about that! He just ordered his men to violently pull the man up and wash him, then took Yang Chengchen away.
The Crown Prince's only thought was to train his son as soon as possible, especially since he had heard his father praise the boy's talent yesterday. In that case, he shouldn't blame his father for being cruel. He should just come out and help him with his work as soon as possible!
Yang Chengchen thought that this must be his father's revenge for what happened last night. He was such a grown-up and even the crown prince, but he couldn't afford to lose.
No matter how much Yang Chengchen cursed the prince in his heart, he finally followed the prince to the morning court with a listless look. This is the legendary "the arm cannot twist the thigh"!
Zhao Lingmeng had put everything aside, her daily routine crisscrossing the military camp and her courtyard, a simple life. Now she was worried about the front lines and Zhao Houming, who hadn't yet returned to Yuanjing.
Meanwhile, the front line, which Zhao Lingmeng had worried about, was also going smoothly. After a long battle, they had successfully captured Anding. Wen Yuanhou and Zhao Anwei were already organizing the military and civilians to rebuild Anding's defenses.
That day, Zhao Anwei was counting the damage to houses and city walls with his men when a soldier quickly ran over and said, "General Zhao, the commander-in-chief is looking for you!"
Zhao Anwei nodded, indicating that he understood. He assigned tasks to his subordinates before following the soldier.
"Coach, you're looking for me?"
"An Wei is here! This is a memorial requesting merit presented to the emperor. Take a look at it." Marquis Wenyuan said as he handed the memorial to Zhao Anwei.
Zhao Anwei didn't refuse, taking it and reading it carefully. Everyone came all this way to fight this battle, not only to defend their country, but also for military merit. Which soldier wouldn't want to be a general, to be granted an official title, and to return home safely and triumphantly?
"An Wei! Do you think your father and I can still become relatives?" Marquis Wenyuan was also very moved when he saw Zhao Anwei in front of him. He was the future marshal and he had a daughter in his family.
When Zhao Anwei heard Marquis Wenyuan say this, he immediately looked up from his memorial to request merit and stared at him, "Uncle Wen, you're not still after my little sister, are you?"
"Princess Funing, those useless boys in my family can't get close to me. You should have some self-awareness."
Although Wenyuan Hou said this, he was still very regretful in his heart. Especially when he saw Fu Ning in the military camp this time, he regretted it even more. He knew it earlier, but there is no such thing as knowing it earlier.
Zhao Anwei patted his chest, looking relieved, "I'm glad it's not my younger sister. I guess my younger sister won't be looking for a prince consort."
He also looked down on the dandies in the Wenyuan Marquis's mansion. He even thought they were dirty when they carried his sister's shoes, let alone coveting the position of his sister's son-in-law.
Seeing that Zhao Anwei was not getting the hang of things, Wenyuan Hou could only ask bluntly, "What about you?"
"Me? Uncle Wen, please stop joking. I do have a wife. And my wife and I have a very good relationship. It would be unfair to her to let a girl from the Marquis's Mansion be my concubine. And my future inheritance will only be passed on to my current wife's children."
When Zhao Anwei heard Marquis Wenyuan ask this, he wasn't happy at all; instead, he felt a lump in his throat. He knew that Marquis Wenyuan's question clearly wasn't about the concubine's position. What respectable man would be so unrefined as to focus on the position of his wife? The most important thing was that his wife was still alive and well.
His refusal was very straightforward. He either wanted her to be his concubine, or she would not be able to obtain his future results.
"You should know my prestige in the army."
"Uncle Wen, if I were really that kind of person, I would treat your daughter the same way I treat my current wife. Why bother with that? You should consider my eldest brother or my younger brothers! As far as I know, none of my younger brothers are married yet. Although they are illegitimate children, they are all good men who keep themselves clean."
At this time, Zhao Anwei's admiration for Wenyuan Hou plummeted from its peak and basically fell below the baseline.
Seeing that Zhao Anwei was indeed unwilling, Wenyuan Hou could only sigh helplessly in his heart. He was even more angry with his wife at home. If she could raise her own son to be successful, who would care about other people's sons?
"It's Uncle Wen who's obsessed with it. Don't take it to heart, An Wei."
"Uncle Wen is also confused by his own situation, so it won't matter. I have also read this memorial requesting merit. If there is nothing else for you to do, I will take my leave."
"You step back first!"
Zhao Anwei immediately bowed and left after receiving permission. He returned to his tent, feeling uneasy no matter how he thought about it. He could only quickly write an expedited letter to his younger sister and send it off, which made him feel a little relieved.
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