The upper study.
Emperor Jianing finished reading through the several days worth of memorial before raising his eyes to look at crown prince Han Yue, who was standing quietly at the bottom.
The crown prince, who has long since become an adult, is transparent and wise, introverted and gentle. As a crown prince, he was undoubtedly the pride of Emperor Jianing, but like all Emperors of all generations, he had imperial power that he never wanted to be taken away from him when he was on the throne, even though the person was his most talented son .
Han Yue was not born like emperor Jianing, but no one dared to talk about him. The only reason was that he looked so much like Taizu, almost like he was curved out of the same mold, that Emperor Jianing would always be unconsciously distracted when he looked at his face that resembled so much to his predecessor, like at this very moment.
"Father?" The crown prince Han Yue called out not too softly but not too heavily with a respectful expression, as he was extremely familiar with the emperor's actions.
Emperor Jianing returned to his senses and coughed lightly, "Emperor's son, Ren Anle is just a barbarian girl from the border. She is reckless and ignorant. When she enters the capital you can just leave her to dry out, don't be too concerned and lose the temperament of the crown prince."
Once the news of what he said in the courtroom today spread, Ren Anle would become a thorn in the side of the Eastern Palace and the laughing stock of the entire capital's aristocracy. In the end after accepting 30,000 naval forces, Emperor Jianing thought it was necessary to persuade him apparently.
"Father, rest assured that this son will definitely admonish his subordinates." Han Yue frowned and responded.
The emperor nodded his head, knowing that his son had always been a man of his word, and suddenly turned his words around and spoke lightly. "Prince, you are not young anymore. Besides it's not right that the Eastern Palace is always without a master. I ask you, until now, your mind ... It's still not changed?"
The moment he said this, Emperor Jianing swept away the kindness and peace he had just shown, and his whole body brought out a vague aura of fury. He looked at the crown prince ascornfully. His hands lightly clasped on the head of the dragon chair, the dull knocking sound was inadvertent but full of deterrence.
The corner of Han Yue's eyebrows twitched slightly. This is the emperor who had fought with the previous Emperor in the north and south, exterminating the Di Family and taking control of Great Jing single handedly. These years have been comfortable for so long that he has somewhat forgotten what a lordly figure his father had been.
"It is unfilial of this son to cause his father to worry." Han Yue raised his eyes and looked solemnly at Emperor Jianing, "But this marriage is the last wish of my grandfather, who loved this son the most when he was alive. This son only wish to fulfill his wish , and this son hope that Father will do so."
Han Yue's voice was too insistent, just as it had been for the past ten years, and Emperor Jianing's eyes narrowed as he waved his hands and his said in a cold voice, "All right, let's discuss this matter later. You can go out."
The first son walked out calmly, as if he did not care about the anger of his father. The door to the upper study was gently closed and Emperor Jianing exhaled a cloudy breath, his complexion obscure.
"Your Majesty, take a sip of the calming tea, which the fourth Princess picked with her own hands in the imperial garden a few days ago."
A slightly scented and refreshing plain tea was gently placed on the imperial table as Zhao Fu whispered. He had served Emperor Jianing for decades and knew his preferences. He also knew that if that matter was brought up, the harem would suffer the wrath of thunder for half a month, so it was important to find a way to restore Emperor Jianing's mood.