Wei Zhenfeng recalled that Zhao Mian had received a letter from his family in the capital, which predicted that he might be captured by Xiao Xiang's men. At that time, he thought Zhao Mian was exaggerating, but he never expected that it was not an exaggeration, but an underestimation.
Prime Minister Xiao did not send anyone to arrest his son; he came to arrest his son personally.
A moment ago, Wei Zhenfeng was still thinking: This master is so strange. His target is Zhao Mian but he doesn't dare to kill him. I don't know which force he is from. He must not be allowed to get close to Fengzhai and disturb Zhao Mian's sweet dream.
-What a joke! How can others see the Crown Prince's appearance after a night of lovemaking
And now, all he could think about was: It’s over, it’s over, it’s over.
Xiao Xiang was seen with an imposing manner and a solemn look on his face. He was definitely above everyone else and the best of the time.
Looking at Zhao Mian again, he was surrounded by pearls and emeralds, looking elegant and graceful. Not only did he perfectly inherit Xiao Xiang's handsomeness, but his facial features were even more refined.
And what about him
The clothes were casually put on. They were the same school uniform that everyone in Benquan Academy wore. Not only were they unremarkable, but they were also worn loosely by him. Only a playboy would dress like that.
His hair was tied up casually, and a lot of it had flown out during the fight with the man just now. It fluttered in front of his eyes when the wind blew, looking horrible.
Compared with this father and son, he looked like a dandy young man who had spent the whole night having fun in the Jiaofangsi.
At this moment, he finally understood the importance of being well-dressed. No wonder Zhao Mian was so obsessed with gorgeous clothes, which could really save lives at critical moments.
Wei Zhenfeng's scalp tingled and he dug his toes into the ground. He wished he could disappear from the spot, or at least change his clothes before coming back.
But the man's knife was still on his neck, so it was impossible for him to disappear on the spot. He could only face reality. No matter how panicked he was or how numb his scalp was, he had to behave politely and generously, trying to save as much impression as possible.
"It turns out that Prime Minister Xiao has come to visit us." Wei Zhenfeng tried his best to behave properly and performed the usual courtesy of a junior to an elder towards Prime Minister Xiao, "I have long admired you."
Fu Zi was closest to Wei Zhenfeng. Seeing that under such circumstances he could still greet and salute Prime Minister Xiao as if nothing had happened, with his expression neither arrogant nor humble, and his behavior still dignified, his evaluation of the young prince increased even more.
Unfortunately, Prime Minister Xiao didn't appreciate any of the young prince's many advantages, and his greetings did not receive a response from Prime Minister Xiao.
Xiao Xiang's attention was all on the prince whom he had not seen for a year. This was his and the emperor's first child, and the eldest son they had doted on for nineteen years.
Who the hell is Wei Zhenfeng
Bai Yu and Shen Buci stood behind Xiao Xiang, feeling the aura emanating from the man up close, and shuddered again.
Bai Yu could understand Xiao Xiang's current mood. She had also watched His Royal Highness the Crown Prince grow up, and had always regarded His Royal Highness as her own brother. Now, seeing His Royal Highness standing in front of them seemingly intact, but actually with a pale face and fatigue in his voice, she felt distressed, not to mention Xiao Xiang.
What made people feel even more complicated was that there was a certain strange sense of satisfaction in the corners of His Highness's eyebrows and eyes. The most eye-catching thing was his lips. Anyone who knew a little about love could see that his lips were red from being sucked too much.
Fortunately, Zhou Huairang sent a set of gorgeous clothes with a fur collar, so His Highness' neck was not exposed, otherwise Prime Minister Xiao might really have been furious on the spot.
After a long while, Xiao Shiqing slowly spoke: "The prince seems to have lost some weight."
Zhao Mian was naturally looking forward to seeing his father. His father was over 40, in the prime of his life, and since sending Zhao Lin to the military camp for training, his father and the emperor had become younger and younger. Outsiders who didn't know the truth would even think they were just brothers with a big age difference when they saw them standing together.
He was very happy to see that his father had not changed much since he left Beijing a year ago. In fact, he would have been happier if his father had come a day later.
Not long ago, he vaguely heard Zhou Huairang's voice in his sleep. Because he was too tired and sleepy, he selectively ignored the voice. Until the two words "Xiao Xiang" rang in his ears, he immediately opened his eyes and saw Zhou Huairang, who was anxious beside his bed, and Wei Zhenfeng had disappeared.
He learned what had happened from Zhou Huairang, and with his strong willpower he climbed out of bed. Then, with Zhou Huairang's help, he washed and changed his clothes as quickly as possible, so that he could reunite with his father in a decent manner.
As for how sore his waist was, how weak his legs were, and how uncomfortable some parts of his body were, only he knew. He didn't blame Wei Zhenfeng. If he had to blame someone, it was because he was too comfortable with the romantic things. He and Wei Zhenfeng had been holding back for too long, and he ate too much in one go, which almost ruined his body, and then he was caught by his father.
My father seems very angry, and the emperor is not here. What should I do
When facing Xiao Xiang, Zhao Mian was not as intimidated as others, but he was not as relaxed as when facing his father. He smiled and brought up his father to save the situation: "Maybe it's because the food in Beiyuan is too unpalatable? Doesn't father think so too?"
Xiao Shiqing's expression eased slightly, and he said with a hint of meaning: "Then don't come to Beiyuan again in the future."
Wei Zhenfeng on the side: "."
Zhao Mian noticed that his father's mood had improved a little, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He asked, "When did father arrive?"
Xiao Shiqing said: "Last night."
Zhao Mian's face froze: "So you waited for me all night?"
When he and Wei Zhenfeng were making love, his father had already arrived
Xiao Shiqing had no choice but to say, "Prince, please go and have breakfast first."
Zhao Mian glanced at Wei Zhenfeng and saw that Wei Zhenfeng was still being held at knifepoint by Fu Zi. He hesitated to speak: "Yes, father."
Zhao Mian took two steps with difficulty, and his feet suddenly went weak, almost losing his composure in front of everyone.
Xiao Shiqing held him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wei Zhenfeng subconsciously wanted to go to Zhao Mian, but the knife on his shoulder did not allow him to do so. Fu Zi said calmly: "The sword has no eyes, Your Majesty, it is better not to move."
Zhao Mian didn't want to lie to his father, so he said, "Nothing, just... a little tired."
Xiao Shiqing's expression suddenly darkened, and his bottomless eyes flashed with a sharp cold light, which seemed to be like a flying knife when it fell on Wei Zhenfeng's face.
Wei Zhenfeng felt extremely guilty. He was different from Zhou Huairang and others. He was in awe of Xiao Xiang not because he was the Prime Minister of Nanjing, nor because he was more powerful than thousands of troops, but because he was Zhao Mian's father.
It was he who made Xiao Xiang's precious son become like this, and he still doesn't regret it.
No matter how guilty Wei Zhenfeng felt, he remained polite in his words: "If Xiao Xiangru doesn't mind, I am willing to serve Your Highness."
The word "serve" coming from Prince Beiyuan's mouth was already a great sign of weakness, but Prime Minister Xiao did not appreciate it at all.
"No need." Xiao Shiqing said, "Fuzi, please invite the prince to have tea."
Fu Zi said "yes" and put the knife back into the sheath: "Your Majesty, please."
Zhao Mian answered with his eyes: Come on, leave this to me.
Wei Zhenfeng was helpless: Okay, then you just have to be careful.
Zhao Mian was speechless: This is my dad, I shouldn’t be careful.
Xiao Shiqing watched the interaction of the young people with cold eyes until Wei Zhenfeng withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "Since Prime Minister Xiao has invited me, I will respectfully obey your command."
After the young prince disappeared from his sight, Prime Minister Xiao became more approachable. Shen Buci boldly stepped forward and said, "Prime Minister, I will carry His Highness back to rest."
Xiao Shiqing looked at his eldest son trying to maintain his composure and said, "Let me do it."
Zhao Mian suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Father...?"
Xiao Shiqing said calmly: "It's been a long time since I carried you on my back."
It has been a long time. Ever since he was old enough to understand, his father has not carried him on his back.
However, it was too embarrassing to ask his father to carry him back home because his legs were weak and he couldn't walk because of having sex with Wei Zhenfeng.
Zhao Mian whispered, "No need, father. I can walk back by myself."
Xiao Shiqing asked: "Really not necessary?"
Zhao Mian shook his head.
Xiao Shiqing did not force him, but only ordered Shen Buci and Bai Yu to take good care of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
The father and son had breakfast together. Zhao Mian was still thinking about Wei Zhenfeng, who was invited by Fu Zi to have tea, so he asked tentatively: "Father, King Beiheng..."
"Go get some sleep first." Xiao Shiqing had a lot of experience with similar things. He knew that what the prince needed most right now was rest. "We can talk about other things after you wake up."
Zhao Mian had no choice but to let Wei Zhenfeng fend for himself.
After a night of hard work, the Crown Prince fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. When he woke up again, the lights in the room were on.
Zhao Mian slept for a full five hours. His physical discomfort was relieved a lot and his mind became clear again, but he was a little hungry.
Behind the desk not far away, Xiao Shiqing was sitting under the lamp, writing something. I don't know if it was because of the warm yellow light, but his face seemed a little gentler than usual.
Zhao Mian called out, "Father."
Xiao Shiqing stopped writing and looked: "Awake?"
Zhao Mian nodded, sat up and asked, "What are you writing?"
"A letter from home." Xiao Shiqing called his followers and ordered them to prepare some food that the prince would like.
Speaking of family letters, Zhao Mian naturally thought of his father who was far away in Nanjing: "Today is the Lantern Festival. I wonder if my father and brother will fill Taiying Lake with lanterns like in previous years."
"Yes." Xiao Shiqing thought of something, "Wait a moment, I have something for you."
Xiao Shiqing left for a while, and when he came back he was holding a lantern in his hand: "I saw this lantern when I passed by Shengjing, I think you will like it."
This lantern is made into a dragon riding on the clouds, looking majestic and menacing.
Xiao Xiang, who was busy with many affairs, happened to pass by the market and saw a lifelike golden dragon. He remembered that his child who had been away from home for a long time was also a dragon. He bought the lantern from the vendor himself and brought it all the way from Shengjing to Yuzhou.
Zhao Mian took the lantern and held it in his arms lovingly: "Thank you, father." The boy raised his head, his eyes showing the clarity and agility that only appeared in front of fathers. He smiled brightly: "I like it very much."
Xiao Shiqing said: "Your father also said that you would like the rabbit lantern more."
Zhao Mian thought that his father really understood him better. He gently stroked the dragon head, and his longing for his father reached its peak at this moment. He couldn't help but confide in his father: "I miss you so much, father."
"Don't you miss your brother?"
Zhao Mian told the truth: "… I don't think so."
Xiao Shiqing smiled softly: "Your father and brother miss you very much." The man sat down on the chair beside the bed, straightened his clothes and said: "Now tell me, if you miss him so much, why did you come to Beiyuan with Wei Zhenfeng?"
Zhao Mian immediately said, "Because I was poisoned together with him, there is no other way. I can't be separated from him."
"You can take him back to Nanjing."
"That was my original plan, but Emperor Yuan ordered him to return to Shengjing as soon as possible. It just so happened that the King of Beiheng still owed me a large sum of silver, so I followed him back to Shengjing to get it."
Xiao Shiqing looked at him, as if he could see through him at a glance: "So simple? No other reason?"
Zhao Mian hesitated, not knowing how to answer, and simply changed the subject: "Let's not talk about him for now. Father, is the emperor in good health?"
"Your father is doing fine." Xiao Shiqing paused, a hint of worry emerging on his usually stern face, "It's just that he had severe morning sickness in the past few months."
Zhao Mian: “…”
What did he hear
Is it what he thought
"I didn't tell you in my letter because I was afraid you would worry," Xiao Shiqing gave him a positive answer, "Yes, you are going to be a brother again."
Zhao Mian was stunned for a long time, and the first question he asked was: "Could it be a younger sister?" The Crown Prince asked impatiently, "Father, I really don't want a younger brother anymore."
"I don't know." Xiao Shiqing raised his thin lips slightly, "I hope it's a little princess."
(End of this chapter)