It is night in the stone pavilion in the back garden of the Eastern Palace.
Zhao Yan, a courtier of the Eastern Palace, stood outside the pavilion with his head bowed. The sound of falling in the pavilion was clearly his ears and his eyebrows twitched as he raised his eyes to look in .
The man sitting at the middle of the pavilion is dressed in a moon white uniform with a four clawed dragon hidden on his sleeve and he is playing with his hands his brow stern and cold. Just sitting there, his body has a dignity and splendour that is different from that of ordinary noble men.
Han Yue was established as the Crown Prince of Dajing at the age of six. Since his childhood his character was elegant and wise and his temperament was outstanding. No matter how hard several princes tried to emulate him, they could not divide his admiration in the heart of the people. At the age of eighteen, he hid his identity and accompanied the northwest army on an expedition to conquer the northern Qin, and his reputation among the people and courtiers reached its peak after a great victory.
Even though Emperor Jianing was always happy and angry, the ministers could vaguely sense that the iron blooded emperor valued his only first son.
Otherwise, they would not have been allowed to set up ministers of various ranks in the Eastern Palace, who, although not of high rank in the court and still young, were undoubtedly the pillars of the future of Dajing.
As the youngest son of the Marquis of Qi'nan he was chosen by the Emperor Jianing to accompany the Crown Prince since he was a child and now serves in the Eastern Palace and has long since become the Crown Prince's right hand man.
"Zi Jing, how are things at Anle Zhai Village?" As the last chess piece fell, Han Yue's voice came in a faint voice.
"Your Highness" Zhao Yan returned to his senses stepped forward and salute, "Today there is news from the palace, that the Lord of Anle Village has received the imperial decree and will depart for the capital in the next few days. Does Your Highness have orders?"
The female bandit from the frontier had boldly proposed to marry the crown prince in the Eastern Palace and she wanted to be the crown prince's consort. Although the Emperor Jianing had not agreed to the proposal, it had made His Royal Highness lose face. For half a month, this matter had been the talk in the Imperial capital, coupled with the fanning of the flames by the people in the Mu Wang mansion. The Anle Village master, who was ten thousand miles away, had become a figure eagerly awaited by the literati, scholars and aristocratic ladies before she even entered the capital.
"Order it down. Let Anle enter the capital. Just ignore her and do not bully at will "
Zhao Yan was stunned and hurriedly said, "Your Highness, the woman is so rude and domineering. She ignores the authority of the Eastern Palace and Your Highness, how can she be let off so easily...."
Halfway through his words, Zhao Yan's voice stalled and he was a little apprehensive. Although the prince was a refined and approachable man he did not like his subordinates to interfere with his orders.
"The authority of the Eastern Palace? Zi Jing, Anle Zhai has been working against the court for decades and has never even put the national prestige of Dajing in her eyes, let alone I, the Prince of the Eastern Palace,"
The wind rose and the sky was slightly cool. Han Yue got up and the servant girl who was standing by immediately brought a shawl and tied it around his shoulders respectfully.
"Your Highness..." Hearing these words, Zhao Yan's mouth opened and his expression was a bit impressive.
"Besides... to ask for a marriage with 30,000 sailors is not a small gesture. This Prince is not ashamed." Han Yue's voice was light and his face was calm, but there was a clear hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Your Highness...."