Zhao Mian has been craving for his cute sister for a long time. Wei Zhenfeng had often boasted in front of him before, saying that his sisters calling him "Second Brother" could melt his heart. If he had a sister, calling her "Big Brother" would seem a bit unpleasant, and calling her "Brother" would be nice.
Zhao Mian imagined the scene and couldn't help but curl his lips. Then he thought of Zhao Lin again and his smile gradually disappeared.
If it was his younger brother... then he would probably have to borrow Zhou Huairang's interjection.
My God, although I have always denied your existence, I have to ask for your help at this time. I must make sure that the dragon egg in my father's belly is a princess.
He was too young when his father was pregnant with Zhao Lin and he didn't remember anything. This time, he hoped to be by his father's side when he gave birth.
Zhao Mian was delighted by the upcoming dragon egg, but when he thought about the fact that his father was now alone in the court while pregnant, he couldn't help but worry whether his father could handle it.
"He said he's fine, and it's more important to take you home first." Xiao Shiqing showed some worry, "But his due date is approaching, so it's better for you and me to return to Beijing as soon as possible."
Zhao Mian nodded: "Yes, father."
He had originally planned to return to the capital as soon as he had removed the poison, but... By the way, how is the little Prince Beiyuan, who was invited by Fu Zi for tea
His father's hostility towards Wei Zhenfeng was visible to the naked eye, but Wei Zhenfeng's politeness and composure when facing his father also impressed him.
Zhao Mian touched the lantern in his arms from the dragon head to the dragon tail, and then from the dragon tail to the dragon head. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Father, how is Wei Zhenfeng?"
Zhao Mian, who had just woken up, was only wearing a thin piece of clothing, and without a fur collar to cover the scars on his neck, Xiao Shiqing saw it and his tone became cold again: "He won't die."
Zhao Mian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that. As long as he wasn't going to die, that was fine.
Seeing his child's relieved expression, Xiao Shiqing asked pointedly, "Do you want to see him?"
"I..." Zhao Mian's cheeks were slightly hot under his father's scrutiny, "I have been traveling with him for several months. Before we part, I want to say goodbye to him."
After this separation, he and Wei Zhenfeng were separated by thousands of miles, and it was unknown when they would meet again. Assuming that he returned to Nanjing with his father, for a long time, the last conversation between him and Wei Zhenfeng would be:
"Slow down, I like slow things."
"Hmm? You were asleep, weren't you?"
It was a most disrespectful memory indeed.
Xiao Shiqing said calmly: "If you want to see him, go and see him. As your father said, we will not interfere with your... making friends."
The Prime Minister spoke the last two words with particular emphasis.
Zhao Mian couldn't believe it: "Really?"
When did Xiao Xiang become so easy to talk to? Is this the joy of becoming a father again
Xiao Shiqing nodded lightly: "Let's go, I'll take you there."
Zhao Mian: "… send?"
Zhao Mian was sent to the study where Wei Zhenfeng was by his father.
When Xiao Xiang said he was inviting the young prince to drink tea, he really meant it. When Zhao Mian arrived, Fu Zi had already brewed some spring tea and politely made a "please" gesture.
At this time, the young prince had already changed into the most expensive clothes he brought with him on this trip. Although it was not as gorgeous as the Crown Prince's clothes, the dark blue brocade clothes of fine quality perfectly wrapped his body between a teenager and an adult man. He had a thin waist and long legs, and was low-key and dignified. It was obvious at a glance that he was a person of high status.
Wei Zhenfeng sat down and took the teacup, saying, "You sit down too."
Fu Zi declined: "My status is different from that of the prince. The prince's status is noble, so it is his due to sit down. I will not ask for it."
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "Since you said that I am of noble status, I would like you to sit down. If you refuse, I will not be able to see how noble you are."
Zhao Mian thought that Wei Zhenfeng would choose the right time and the right person to show his pride. He opened his mouth to speak, but his father stopped him in a low voice.
"No hurry," Xiao Shiqing said, "Let's hear what Wei Zhenfeng can say."
So, the father and son stood in the corridor and listened to the conversation between Wei Zhenfeng and Fu Zi.
Fu Zi still sat down opposite Wei Zhenfeng. Wei Zhenfeng took a sip of tea and said, "Prime Minister Xiao ordered you to come and look after me, I'm afraid it's not just to invite me to drink tea. If Prime Minister Xiao has any message, why not just say it directly."
Fu Zi said, "Prince Xiao Tongxiang has nothing to say. But I, the Emperor Nanjing, have a few questions for you."
Zhao Mian's mind moved - did his father have questions for Wei Zhenfeng
Wei Zhenfeng was also a little surprised: "How many are they?"
Fu Zi pulled out a manual from his pocket, opened it and glanced at it: "Eighteen."
I didn't expect that Emperor Jing, who was not present, had much more to say than Prime Minister Xiao who was present. Wei Zhenfeng did not dare to neglect him and sat upright: "Excuse me."
"The first question," Fu Zi asked while taking notes, "How old is your Highness? When was your birth date? How many brothers and sisters do you have?"
Wei Zhenfeng replied, "I am nineteen this year. My birthday is October nineteen. My family..." Wei Zhenfeng stopped and counted silently, "I should have five brothers and seven sisters, not counting the ones in my belly."
Zhao Mian was stunned. October 19th, that was the fourth day after they first detoxified, and Wei Zhenfeng didn't say a word at that time. Given their relationship at that time, the most he could give him was a slap in the face.
Fuzi turned to a page in the manual for comparison: "October 19th, that's most likely Sagittarius."
Wei Zhenfeng: "... what to shoot?"
Wei Zhenfeng didn't know what to shoot, but Zhao Mian knew. This was his father's unique way of fortune-telling, and only his father himself thought it was accurate.
"And our Highness is a typical Leo. The degree of compatibility between the two is..." Fu Zi made a note in the booklet. Wei Zhenfeng leaned over to take a peek, but was blocked by Fu Zi's hand.
Wei Zhenfeng asked worriedly, "Is my birthday, October 19th, not compatible with your Highness?"
Fu Zi's answer was ambiguous: "Whether it is a match or not, Your Majesty can find a reliable gentleman to calculate it."
Wei Zhenfeng looked guilty: "This..."
Fu Zi said expressionlessly, "Your Highness, could it be that you don't know the birthday of our Crown Prince?"
Zhao Mian glanced at his father beside him and said softly, "I don't know Wei Zhenfeng's birthday either."
Xiao Xiang said indifferently: "Yeah."
Fu Zi asked again: "I wonder if the prince would be convenient to disclose the annual salary in Beiyuan."
Wei Zhenfeng reported the number and added: "In addition to this, I also get rewards from the court from time to time, or I find some treasures outside to embezzle - you must remember to mark this down as well, thank you for your hard work."
Fu Zi continued: "Young Prince, are you willing to stay in Nanjing Shangjing permanently?"
Zhao Mian's chest suddenly tightened.
He and Wei Zhenfeng had never discussed this topic because there was no need.
He and Wei Zhenfeng both knew very well what should be put first. He would never stay in Beiyuan just to sleep with Wei Zhenfeng, and the same went for Wei Zhenfeng.
He is from Nanjing and will be the king of Nanjing in the future. Regardless of life or death, he will always stay on the territory of Nanjing.
This was one of the reasons why his father asked him to travel around the world before ascending the throne. After that, it would be very difficult for him to leave Shangjing City.
As for Wei Zhenfeng, he has been accustomed to running around over the years. He would be very uncomfortable if he had to stay in one place permanently.
However, Wei Zhenfeng's answer was slightly beyond his expectations.
Wei Zhenfeng thought for a long time, and said with regret: "Not now, I have my own things to do."
Zhao Mian couldn't help but smile.
This answer is really in Wei Zhenfeng's style.
When asking the seventeenth question, Fu Zi said, "There are only two questions left. First, do you like our prince?"
Standing next to his father, Zhao Mian's cheeks began to feel hot again.
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "I like it."
Fu Zi nodded: "How much do you like him? If he smiles at you, are you willing to give your life to him?"
Zhao Mian: "..." What a mess of questions. Why does he want to kill Wei Zhenfeng? Sometimes he really can't understand his father's thoughts.
Wei Zhenfeng was also stumped by the question: "How should I give him my life? Cut a piece of meat to stir-fry peppers for him, or take off the ribs to make soup for him."
Fu Zi was speechless for a while, and said, "Your Majesty is asking the prince if he is willing to die for His Highness."
Regarding this issue, Fu Zi has some opinions of his own.
Not long ago, he pretended to be an assassin who wanted to kill His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The young prince of Beiyuan knew that he could not defeat him, but he was able to block the door with his flesh and blood. If His Royal Highness really faced danger one day, he believed that the young prince would protect His Royal Highness with his life.
Fu Zi thought he had predicted the young prince's answer and was ready to write "he is willing" after this question, but unexpectedly he heard Wei Zhenfeng say: "Can you wait until I have avenged myself before you die?"
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Wei Zhenfeng sighed: "If I don't finish some things, I will die with regrets."
Fu Zi nodded to show his understanding, and then noted on the last question that "he is somewhat willing."
After listening to the answers to the eighteen questions, Xiao Xiang commented: "He is indeed eloquent. No wonder he could bewitch the Crown Prince to this extent."
Zhao Mian's voice was weak: "It's not bewitching..."
"If Wei Zhenfeng has no intention of staying in Nanjing permanently, you don't have to have too much contact with him." Xiao Shiqing said, "If you want to say goodbye to him, go ahead. I'll wait for you here."
Zhao Mian thought about it and changed his mind: "No need."
In front of his father and Fu Zi, he didn't know what to say to Wei Zhenfeng, so it would be better to find an opportunity to say goodbye to him in private.
Zhao Mian followed his father back to Fengzhai where they were staying temporarily. Before he started looking for an opportunity, Wei Zhenfeng's "secret letter" arrived - when Bai Yu came to take his pulse, he secretly slipped a note to him.
Zhao Mian hid the note in his sleeve right under his father's nose.
Xiao Shiqing asked Bai Yu: "How is your highness?"
Zhao Mian looked at Bai Yu, afraid that she would say "the essence and blood are damaged, too much sex". Fortunately, Bai Yu always knew the limit and said it very tactfully: "Your Highness, your body is strained, you should not overwork yourself."
Xiao Shiqing nodded: "Prince, please rest early tonight."
Zhao Mian slept for the whole day and didn't feel sleepy. Besides, Wei Zhenfeng had written a note asking him to meet at Qingfeng Lecture Hall.
Qingfeng Lecture Hall was where Ji Jinzhi gave them a lesson yesterday.
Wei Zhenfeng even specifically asked him to bring a few books with him, saying that he would have a pretext if he got caught.
Wei Zhenfeng's words came true. As soon as Zhao Mian walked out of Fengzhai, he ran into his father walking towards him. His father was with Ji Jinzhi at the moment, probably to recruit Ji Jinzhi to serve the court.
Ji Jinzhi smiled and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is reading a book late at night. Where are you going?"
Zhao Mian felt nervous inside, but he remained calm on the surface: "Go read a book."
Ji Jinzhi said "Oh" in a long tone: "Today is the Lantern Festival. Some students in Benquan Study will light lanterns and recite poems and write couplets all night long, discussing the past and the present. Your Highness must be going to join them."
Zhao Mian nodded: "That's right."
Xiao Xiangjing looked at his eldest son for a moment, not knowing whether he believed it or saw through it but kept silent: "Go, come back soon."
(End of this chapter)