Chapter 203: Three Points
Forced to Ascend the Throne after Transmigrating
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Emperor Jingwen opened his mouth, as if he was about to speak, and Ye Shuo hurriedly said, âDad, Iâm serious, donât fool me.â
Under Ye Shuoâs gaze, Emperor Jingwen soon became annoyed: âYou are a prince, and you keep talking about love all day long. How can you be so immature!â
Doesnât he feel ashamed?
Emperor Jingwen was somewhat angry and humiliated.
Seeing this, Ye Shuo felt more confident. He took this opportunity to press on: âDad, no matter what, you have to give your son an explanation today.â
Although Emperor Jingwen was not the rare emperor who could only be seen once in a few hundred or a thousand years, he could still be ranked among the top emperors in history. He had experience in this aspect, but in terms of feelings, ten Emperor Jingwens could not compare to one Ye Shuo.
Cheap dad doesnât know how to be a father to others, but Ye Shuo knows very well how to be a son to others.
But how could Emperor Jingwen say the word âloveâ so easily?
The ancients were very reserved, especially the emperor. In his entire life, he never mentioned this word to anyone, not even to Empress Yuan.
Emperor Jingwen suddenly felt itchy and wanted to slap him on the spot to make him shut up, so that he wouldnât have to face such an embarrassing scene.
âYou disrespectful bastard!â He was just a prince, how dare he ask his father for an explanation?
Talking about the word love was like asking for his stepfatherâs life, and his stepfather refused to say it no matter what. Ye Shuo couldnât help but say: âBut I heard that my second brotherâ¦â Ye Shuo finally said it.
âThree points, three points! Stop asking!â
Hearing the word âSecond Brotherâ, Emperor Jingwen couldnât help but say through gritted teeth.
Compared with ten points, three points is not even the basics. Ye Shuo was not angry when he heard this, but instead felt relieved.
Based on his understanding of his stepfather, sometimes he has to listen to his words in reverse. If he says 70%, then he can only believe 30%. If he only says 30%, then he can believe 70%.
It may be a habit he has developed since childhood, or it may be that the emperor is always on guard. My cheap dad⦠is used to hiding himself no matter what the matter is. He hates others seeing through him the most, and he hates showing his unguarded side to others even more.
Even when facing the crown prince, he was still like this. Subconsciously, he erected a high wall in his heart.
He was the only one inside the city wall, and no one else could get in.
After getting the answer, Ye Shuo stopped pestering and quickly changed the subject: âBy the way, Dad, why did you summon me to the palace today?â
He didnât mention it, but Emperor Jingwen was in a trance and felt very uncomfortable.
He had only said three-tenths of the answer, but there was no reaction from his side. Emperor Jingwen didnât know why, but instead of feeling happy, he suddenly became angry.
The dark cloud in Emperor Jingwenâs heart due to the family letter gradually dissipated without him even noticing.
In fact, Emperor Jingwen felt a little regretful the moment he said this. He should have said more so that he could not let him pry into his heart and at the same time express his love appropriately.
Five points, I should have said five points just now.
This way, he wouldnât be too close to the number in his mind, nor would he be too disappointed. He wouldnât be too arrogant, but he wouldnât be so restrained as his brothers.
But in fact, no one knew that after hearing his youngest son ask that question, the answer that automatically popped up in Emperor Jingwenâs mind shocked himself.
If the little bastard hadnât asked, Emperor Jingwen might never have discovered in his lifetime that his feelings for his youngest son seemed to be deeper than he had imagined.
But unfortunately, the opportunity had already been missed. Someone like Emperor Jingwen would never take the initiative to bring up such a topic, so once it was missed, it would never come back.
Ye Shuo seemed not to notice his cheap fatherâs dilemma and asked again why he was called here. He was clearly asking a question even though he knew the answer.
Emperor Jingwen had no choice but to suppress what happened in his heart, but he was really anxious, so he couldnât help but become sarcastic: âWhy, is it so difficult to ask you to come back for a meal? Do you take me seriously?â
But in fact, it was not like that at all. Emperor Jingwen was mainly worried that his naive younger son would believe what his second son said, and then people around him would exaggerate the situation, causing the father and son to become estranged.
The younger son was too easy to fool and had no brains, so Emperor Jingwen had to be on guard.
But the result was that the younger son was too naive and actually questioned him so directly, which made Emperor Jingwen extremely embarrassed.
Sure enough, even the emperor has menopause. My cheap dadâs condition canât be considered menopause. He is in his fifties, but his temper is getting more and more weird.
Now that his stepfather was not in good health, Ye Shuo did not dare to provoke him again. After accompanying him for lunch, Ye Shuo wanted to find his mother.
Looking at his youngest son who was sitting there with a thorn on his butt and looking around from time to time, Emperor Jingwen sighed and did not keep him any longer. He waved his hand and told him to get out.
I will be reviewing memorials later and wanted to ask him to read a book or something nearby, but seeing his behaviour, I decided not to do it.
The younger son is not cut out for this at all.
Ye Shuo didnât even bother to be polite to his cheap father, and ran away in a flash. It would be suffocating to stay in the Qinzheng Palace for an entire afternoon, so Ye Shuo would rather wander around outside, help Jianjian walk the dog, wash the dogâs feet, anything else would be better than this.
To be honest, picking my toes is more fun than being here.
âHe is twenty years old, but still the same.â Since he was one year old, the little bastard hasnât changed at all. He still likes to play, doesnât like to work, and doesnât like to study.
Emperor Jingwen was so worried that he was about to die.
Although he had a group of doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau to help him regulate his body, Emperor Jingwen could still feel that his health was not as good as before.
In the past, he could still hide the white hair on his head, but now, no matter how skillful Wang Ziquanâs hands are, he can no longer hide those clumps of white hair.
Especially since the death of the crown prince, in just one or two months, Emperor Jingwenâs hair turned almost half white.
Emperor Jingwen couldnât help but worry about the little bastardâs future, but he didnât know how long he could protect him.
Emperor Jingwen held the brush and gradually began to lose his focus.
The other side.
When the imperial concubine learned about what happened in the Qinzheng Palace, she was furious.
How could such a good son of hers be worth only three points in the eyes of the emperor?
The imperial concubine never thought that the emperor would lie about this matter. In her opinion, she, a concubine, would not deny such a small matter. As an emperor, how could Emperor Jingwen not dare to admit it directly?
âItâs okay, Shuoâer. You will always be a perfect score in your motherâs eyes.â If the full score is ten, the imperial concubine could even give it twelve points.
Unlike Emperor Jingwen, the imperial concubine was always straightforward. To her, if she liked something, she liked it, and if she didnât like something, she would feel annoyed at first glance.
Sure enough, his mother is the best.
Jianjian, who was standing aside, watched the mother and son start to be affectionate with each other again, saying things like âgood babyâ and âgood boyâ, and the veins on her forehead couldnât help but throb wildly.
In the past, my brother was just fragile, and Jianjian thought that he would be fine after he became an adult. But⦠instead of getting better, he got worse! Now he even learned to act like a spoiled child.
Is he really a prince?
Jianjian sighed deeply, feeling that the burden on her shoulders was getting heavier.
Seeing this, Ye Shuo couldnât help but ask, âDo you want to come over too?â
Jianjian shook her head firmly, indicating that she would never associate with the two of them.
The young girl doesnât know yet that the more she experiences in the future, the more she will realise how good her motherâs arms are.
The news that Ye Shuo went directly to the Qinzheng Hall to question Emperor Jingwen about how much he loved him soon reached the ears of other princes.
Xiaojiu⦠is still as reckless and straightforward as ever. He canât hide things in his heart, and sometimes they are not always bad. The Second Princeâs plan is likely to fail.
The eldest prince was particularly impressed. He imagined what it would be like if he ran over to ask his father such a question. Just thinking about it made him feel a chill.
This is too scaryâ¦
The most important thing is that my father may not buy into this.
The eldest prince couldnât help but take a bronze mirror to look at himself. The man in the mirror was about thirty years old, with bronze skin and a resolute face.
The eldest prince decisively put down the bronze mirror and gave up the idea.
All the princes were very puzzled as to how their younger brother had done it and why he had to be so thick-skinned.
But when they heard their fatherâs answer, that it was only three points, all the princes could not help but remain silent.
Xiaojiu was really nothing. After all, it was only the crown prince who took the lead. Whether alive or dead, he was the number one among all the brothers.
Xiaojiu must be sad to suddenly learn such a cruel fact.
Just as the eldest prince and others were feeling sympathy, the next morning, when the court session was about to end and everyone thought that everything was fine, Wang Ziquan stepped forward and took out an imperial edict.
âThe Emperor, in compliance with the Will of Heaven, proclaims: Ye Shuo, the ninth son of the Emperor, is of pure nature and dignified conduct. He made contributions to the construction of Liangzhou and later saved the Emperor. He is hereby conferred the title of Prince and given the name âRuiâ. I decree this!â
Wang Ziquan looked around and, as expected, the Ninth Prince had not come. Wang Ziquan planned to deliver the imperial edict to the Ninth Princeâs home after the court session.
Not to mention Emperor Jingwen, after so many years, even Wang Ziquan knew that he was lazy and was used to taking care of the Ninth Prince more.
The moment the words fell, not only the civil and military officials in the court, but even the princes were stunned.
Didnât we agree on⦠three points?