freenovelworld Chapter 309: One word cannot describe the misery
Chapter 309: One word cannot describe the misery
A quarter of an hour later, the emperor blinked his sore eyes.
It turned out that when the Queen Mother sent him away, she had intended to never have this son again.
I'm afraid that the few times I was treated nicely to him out of necessity were just for the emperor to see.
Back then, when low-ranking concubines in the late emperor's harem gave birth to children, they were basically placed with high-ranking concubines to be raised.
Wasn't the Eighth Brother, who was at odds with him, also raised by Concubine Hui, who gave birth to his eldest brother, since birth? It wasn't until the Eighth Brother was twenty years old that Wei was able to come to prominence and was awarded the title of Concubine Liang.
In the second year after his birth, the late emperor named the Empress Dowager Depin, and she was the most popular woman in the harem at that time.
The Empress Dowager's uncle was the director of the Imperial Household Department, and her grandfather had connections in the Imperial Kitchen.
If the Queen Mother was willing to take care of them, why couldn't he and Su Peisheng even have enough to eat?
Zhang Wuwei said that he did not have a good foundation when he was a child, so he needed to take good care of himself, otherwise it would affect his lifespan.
Who would believe if I told you that the royal prince didn’t have enough food to eat when he was a child?
In the past, the late emperor always said that he had a stern face at such a young age and looked unkind.
But the emperor, who was deeply loved by his elders, didn't know that he was extremely hungry and had no mood to play with others.
Later, when Rou Ze entered the mansion, she always tried to persuade him to eat more.
It was then that he discovered that eating was not only about keeping oneself from starving to death, but also had many ways and fun.
Concubine Shu also loves to eat, and she likes to drag him to taste delicious food together.
The emperor vaguely saw the shadow of Rouze in her, and sometimes he even felt that no one could compare to Concubine Shu in loving children.
He took out the jar of osmanthus honey from the drawer and scooped out two large spoonfuls.
After drinking the sweet osmanthus honey, the emperor regained his spirits.
"Xia Qian, go to the imperial mausoleum yourself and have the butcher's family sign and seal their confession. Also, have the other people who knew about the incident sign a record of their own."
"When this is done, no one will be left behind."
"Wei Chen takes orders."
After a night's rest, summer harvesting has returned to normal.
As soon as he received the order, he set off with his men.
The snow outside the palace was falling heavier and heavier, and the emperor threw aside the useless letters from his officials who were paying their New Year greetings.
"Xia Zi, come with me to Yongshou Palace."
"The slave obeys."
Xiao Xiazi picked up the big umbrella placed by the door and raised it over the emperor's head to block the falling snowflakes.
Su Peisheng suddenly felt guilty for some reason and asked him and Xiao Dongzi to take turns guarding the gate of the Yangxin Palace.
He allowed himself to walk in front of the emperor, perhaps because he was grateful for his care over the past few days.
"The Emperor has arrived!"
An Lingrong was embroidering knee pads when she heard the sound of singing chorus from the door.
"Bao Que, quickly make a pot of osmanthus honey water."
"Bao Ge, bring over the cakes you just researched."
"Baoli, go to the back hall and bring Hongzhan and the others over."
She gave quick instructions as she walked out.
The emperor had never been to the harem since he came back from Qingliang Terrace. This was his first time.
"My concubine pays your respects to the Emperor."
"Rong'er, get up quickly."
The emperor strode forward and embraced An Lingrong in his thick cloak, chuckling softly.
"It's snowing outside, just wait for me under the eaves later."
"Your Majesty, I know you care about me, but I have to set a good example for Hongzhan and the others."
An Lingrong explained softly.
"Your Majesty, you have arrived at the right time. Hongyao said this morning that it would be a good time to eat soup when it snows, so the kitchen has already started stewing the soup."
"Oh! You and your son really know how to enjoy yourself. Rong'er, are you eyeing the cunt in my place?"
The emperor, who had eaten hotpot together many times, understood An Lingrong's intention after hearing her say this.
Concubine Shu was particularly obsessed with food and always had to eat soup pot several times in winter.
An Lingrong did have this idea in mind, and she nodded without hiding it.
"Your Majesty is wise. I really want you to bring some fresh vegetables. I wonder if you are willing to do so?"
"Xia Zi, please go to the imperial kitchen and bring me my share of fresh vegetables and meat for today."
Concubine Shu has always been sensible, so the emperor is naturally willing to fulfill this small request.
As soon as he stepped into the main hall, the emperor took a quick look at the layout of the room.
These are all things sent by the Imperial Household Department. None of them exceed the regulations, but they just look a bit empty.
"Rong'er, the layout of your palace is a bit plain. Why don't you add some ornaments to decorate it?"
An Lingrong explained with a smile.
"Your Majesty, the children talk to me in the main hall every day. I am afraid of hurting them, so I ordered the ornaments you gave me to be put back in the storehouse."
"Your Majesty, you know me well. I am so absorbed in eating that I don't pay much attention to anything else."
"Rong'er, you...that's all. Who doesn't have some hobbies?"
As soon as the emperor sat down on the couch, Hongzhan led his younger brothers and sisters in.
"Your son pays respects to the Emperor!"
"Everyone is free of charge."
Looking at the three strong children in front of him, the emperor once again felt that Concubine Shu was good at raising children.
He thought of the emperor's preference for his eldest and second brothers, so he called the three of them to his side one by one to talk.
Hongzhan and Zhaohua answered the emperor's questions in a proper manner, only Hongyao was a little unconventional.
He hugged the emperor's thighs and cried.
"Father, I'm so miserable! Please tell Mother that I don't want to learn martial arts, nor do I want to study with my sixth brother."
The loud howling made the emperor confused. He turned to An Lingrong, wanting to seek answers from her.
But when he looked up, he saw that An Lingrong and Hongzhan had covered their ears.
The three of them have such a tacit understanding, which shows that they have been tortured by Hongyao a lot.
He coaxed softly, "Hongyao, tell the Emperor why you don't want to learn martial arts and study?"
When Hongyao saw that the stick did not hit him, he wiped away his tears and explained.
"I heard from the Imperial Physician Wei that getting up early and sitting for long periods of time are harmful to the body. I want to live as long as the Emperor Mafa."
"Hongyao knows so much."
The emperor scratched his son's fat chin. Zhang Wuwei had said the same thing to him.
"Rong'er, when will Hongzhan and the others get up? When will they go to bed?"
An Lingrong looked meaningfully at Hongyao, who was sticking out his tongue at her in the emperor's arms, and said with a smile.
"Your Majesty, the imperial physician said that the children need to get enough rest, so I have them get up at the beginning of the morning hour and rest at the beginning of the evening hour."
"It's just that Hongyao is older now, and he has his own ideas."
"Hongyao is so young, what ideas can he have?"
The emperor stared at his well-behaved son in his arms and felt that the child was more and more pleasing to his eyes.
Hongzhan habitually touched his lower back but couldn't find the stick.
He answered angrily.
"Father Emperor, you don't know how excessive our eighth brother is. He doesn't sleep when he should, and doesn't get up when he should."
As the elder brother, Hongzhan was responsible for digging Hongyao out of bed on the days of martial arts training, and he suffered greatly from it.
The emperor covered up for Hongyao with a smile.
"Your eighth brother is still young, he will be fine when he grows up."
Hongyao didn't even wait for the stick and started shaking the emperor's arm.
"Father, I can't sleep well alone. Can I sleep with you for one night?"
"I promise to be obedient."
He felt that as the most powerful person in the world, no one would care what the emperor did.
In order to sleep in, Hongyao kept saying nice things to avoid paying for money, which made the emperor so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
The emperor gradually lost himself in Hongyao's repeated calls of "Emperor Father", and the other three did not try to stop him.
Hongzhan had heard from his mother that his father, as the emperor, got up earlier than the chickens and slept later than the dogs.
This kind of work and rest schedule is so miserable that it’s hard to describe it with just one word!