By the time Zhao Lin and Shen Buci rushed into Yongning Palace, Zhao Mian had completely calmed down and was waiting for them leisurely.
Therefore, His Majesty, Prince Jing, the Imperial Guards, and the Imperial Guards who let Wei Zhenfeng in were all scolded by the Emperor: "Wei Zhenfeng was able to sneak into the palace with just a mask, and even went deep into Yongning Palace to get close to the little prince - what do you do for a living?"
Everyone was scolded in fear and didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Only His Royal Highness Prince Jing dared to make a few explanations.
"But my brother, that is Wei Zhenfeng after all." Zhao Lin whispered, "He can even succeed in rebellion, is there anything he can't do?"
Zhao Mian was reminded of what the crazy and stupid young man in front of him was like in the eyes of others.
Wei Zhenfeng, who was only 20 years old, had no powerful relatives to support him. He relied solely on himself and took over the kingdom of Beiyuan in four years - the little prince's biological father was indeed powerful.
Be it Zhao Lin or Shen Buci, they are no match for Wei Zhenfeng.
Zhao Mian glared at Zhao Lin and said, "No matter how powerful Wei Zhenfeng is, he was still fooled by you, wasn't he?"
Zhao Lin was stunned for a moment: "Really?" His voice was filled with anticipation, "Is Wei Zhenfeng really in a mess? I think he has always been quite calm."
"It's spinning, very fast." Zhao Mian paused, "Why didn't you tell Wei Zhenfeng that the little prince was born by me?" He began to question the culprit, "Don't you have a mouth?"
Zhao Lin cried out in injustice: "Didn't you tell me, my brother, not to tell Wei Zhenfeng about your recent situation? I only told him the rumors circulating in the capital, and I didn't say a word about the rest."
Zhao Mian saw through his silly brother's thoughts at a glance: "Not bad, Zhao Lin, you have learned to exploit loopholes."
Zhao Lin was too guilty to look Zhao Mian in the eye: "I have no objection to my royal brother punishing me, but Wei Zhenfeng disobeyed the order and refused to hand over the title of concubine. This is also a bloody fact! My royal brother can't just punish me and not him!"
"Don't worry about that." Zhao Mian said righteously, "Wei Zhenfeng pretended to be someone else and entered the palace privately. I will never let him off easily."
Jiang Dehai, who happened to walk in, heard the words "never let him off easily" and smiled bitterly, saying, "Your Majesty, Prince Beiyuan said..."
Zhao Mian looked straight ahead and said, "What kind of king is that? He is a king in Beiyuan, but is he a king in Nanjing?"
Jiang Dehai quickly changed his words: "Concubine Wei asked to see the emperor, saying that he had something to say to the emperor about His Royal Highness Prince Jing."
Zhao Mian also wanted to find out what was going on: "Spread it."
At this time, Wei Zhenfeng had just finished bathing and changed into a set of gorgeous clothes that Zhao Mian gave him last year. He had a good appearance and was young. Although he had been sleepless for several days in order to hurry on his way and had just experienced the ups and downs of life, as long as he wanted, he could become radiant and handsome again after taking a bath and having a full meal.
Zhao Lin couldn't help but complain inwardly: Wei Zhenfeng is so lucky, this face is enough to ensure that he continues to be favored in the harem of Nanjing, and now there is another little prince, it will be difficult for him to fall out of favor in the future.
Zhao Mian asked Wei Zhenfeng: "What do you want to say?"
Wei Zhenfeng looked around. Zhao Mian said indifferently, "I won't bring the little prince with me when I discuss serious matters."
Wei Zhenfeng said "Oh" and looked at Zhao Lin: "Your Highness King Jing is right. He only told me the rumors about Shangjing and didn't mention anything else."
Although Zhao Lin felt that it was a bit strange that Wei Zhenfeng spoke for him, he couldn't help but climb up the ladder: "Yes, yes, that's it!"
Wei Zhenfeng lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "I was too concerned and confused, and misunderstood what Your Highness meant. I asked Your Highness to explain clearly several times, but Your Highness refused. He was also following the will of Your Majesty."
The expression on Zhao Lin's face gradually solidified: "'Please'? You call that 'please'?"
Wei Zhenfeng ignored him and continued, "Your Majesty, please do not punish His Royal Highness Prince Jing and Guard Shen. I am willing to take all the blame on myself."
Zhao Mian knew that Wei Zhenfeng was just pretending to retreat in order to advance. He understood the reason, but Wei Zhenfeng looked much better with his jade belt and crown than his dark-skinned brother. Moreover, if Zhao Lin hadn't been so nosy, he would probably be a happy family of three now, and wouldn't have to deal with so many trivial matters.
When Zhao Mian looked at Zhao Lin again, his eyes were sharp: "You, go back to your own palace and be confined to your own palace for a month. You are not allowed to go anywhere except to pay respects to your father."
Zhao Lin asked unwillingly, "Is Wei Zhenfeng also under house arrest?"
Zhao Mian said: "Nonsense."
Zhao Lin felt that he could accept the result of thirty strokes of the cane each. He and Shen Buci walked out of Yongning Palace in silence, one after the other.
Zhao Lin suddenly asked: "Did you see it?"
Shen Buci asked, "What does Your Majesty mean?"
"Wei Zhenfeng's face almost broke from laughing just now!"
"Your Majesty, Concubine Wei didn't smile."
"He is laughing secretly in his heart." Zhao Lin said angrily, "It won't be long before my brother forgives him. From now on, he will be the little prince's 'birth mother', Concubine Wei. He will be the only one in my brother's harem. How easy will his life be!"
Wei Zhenfeng's life in Yongning Palace was not as good as Zhao Lin imagined. He lived in a side hall with good food and drink, and had everything he wanted, but he could not wait for the emperor to summon him and favor him. The little prince only heard of him but never saw him.
When he tried for the third time to sneak into the main hall without being noticed by the imperial guards, he was once again taken before Zhao Mian by the emotionless imperial guards.
Zhao Mian had just finished court and was about to deal with the unruly concubine, so he would not be in a good mood: "Tell me, what do you want to do now."
"I want to see you and Fanfan." Wei Zhenfeng said bluntly, "How long have you left me alone in the side hall?"
"Almost five hours?" Zhao Mian sneered, "You've made it through half a year, but you can't stand five hours?"
Wei Zhenfeng looked at him and smiled: "It's because I've endured half a year that I don't want to endure these five hours."
The little prince had just finished his feeding and was sleeping soundly in the arms of his wet nurse. After the wet nurse put the little prince in the cradle, she stepped back on her own accord, and the cradle suddenly had two fathers.
Zhao Mian and Wei Zhenfeng stood on the left and right of the cradle. Wei Zhenfeng looked at the baby, who looked about 50% like Zhao Mian, with wide eyes, as if he had never seen a child before. He looked at the baby for a long time before he stretched out a finger to touch the little prince's cheek, but he immediately retracted his hand as soon as he touched the soft skin.
The little prince stared at the little feet because of the slight touch. Wei Zhenfeng's attention was attracted by his son's feet again, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise: "Such round feet, Mianmian, you are so good at giving birth."
Zhao Mian's forehead jumped: "Do you think this is a compliment to me? Babies' feet are all round, so your next baby's feet will be round too."
"His eyelashes are so long, they feel like they are twice as long as Zhou Huairang's."
The first time Zhao Mian and Wei Zhenfeng saw the little prince together, he felt a different state of mind: "Yes, he was like this when he was born - don't you want to hug him?"
"Of course I should hold you." Wei Zhenfeng straightened up, took two deep breaths, rubbed his hands repeatedly, then leaned over and stretched out his hand into the cradle.
Zhao Mian was waiting to witness Wei Zhenfeng holding their son for the first time, when Wei Zhenfeng suddenly froze: "Wait."
Zhao Mian asked: "What's wrong?"
Wei Zhenfeng raised his hand to show Zhao Mian: "Are my hands shaking?"
It seems so.
"Aren't you good at holding a baby?" Zhao Mian asked curiously, "When you held my sister before, your movements were more skillful than the wet nurse."
"That's an exaggeration." Wei Zhenfeng looked down at the little prince with a light in his eyes, "Zhao Fan is definitely different from other children."
It was the first time that Zhao Mian heard Wei Zhenfeng call the little prince by his full name. He was slightly stunned and asked, "You have no objection to his last name being Zhao?"
"No, Zhao sounds better than Wei." Wei Zhenfeng said with a smile, "However, if he travels incognito like you in the future, it would be nice to use the alias Wei Fan - I wonder who he will look like when he grows up." Wei Zhenfeng thought of something and looked at Zhao Mian: "Zhao Mian, thank you."
Zhao Mian understood what Wei Zhenfeng was thanking him for, and said, "Then stop shaking your hands and hug him."
Wei Zhenfeng said: "Shall I go wash my hands first?"
Zhao Mian urged impatiently: "Hurry up and hold me!"
When the emperor was so angry, Wei Zhenfeng immediately picked up the little prince. His movements were so skillful that even if he was not as good as a wet nurse, he was better than Zhao Mian who had been taking care of the child for a month.
Wei Zhenfeng let the little prince lie in his arms in the most comfortable position: "Zhao Fan, your father is here."
Zhao Mian: “…” Why does this sound weird
In front of babies, adults have a common problem, that is, even if they know that the baby can't understand, they still keep talking. Wei Zhenfeng is no exception: "When your father is not around, did you listen to him?"
"No." Zhao Mian answered the question for the little prince, "I can never coax him, but the wet nurse can."
"Why?"
Zhao Mian said depressedly: "Because the wet nurse has milk for him to eat."
"How do you know you don't have milk?" Wei Zhenfeng said casually, "Have you tried it?"
Zhao Mian: “…”
The young emperor's silence was deafening.
Zhao Qi and Xiao Shiqing learned about Wei Zhenfeng's return last night. Zhao Qi thought that Zhao Mian would bring Wei Zhenfeng to pay respects to them after the court session this morning, but after waiting for a while and not seeing him, he simply dragged the prime minister to Yongning Palace to visit them.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived at Yongning Palace, they heard the sounds of chasing and fighting coming from the inner hall. Zhao Qi stood there in a daze, watching his beloved Mianmian holding the Jinghong sword and stabbing Wei Zhenfeng mercilessly: "Wei Zhenfeng, you are looking for death!"
Wei Zhenfeng raised his hand and clamped the sword tip with his fingertips, saying helplessly: "Wrong, wrong, really wrong."
"Get out! Get back to Beiyuan!"
Jiang Dehai, who was leading the way, sighed: "It's only been a short while since they made peace, why are they fighting again?"
"Don't they say that becoming a father will make you mature completely?" Zhao Qi wondered, "Why are Mianmian and Wei Zhenfeng still like two teenagers?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Shiqing turned and looked at Zhao Qi.
Zhao Qi felt his gaze and asked curiously, "Why are you looking at me?"
Xiao Shiqing said: "It's okay."
The two men walked into the inner hall, and the two young men who were having a great time immediately stood properly when they saw their elders.
Wei Zhenfeng changed his unsteady attitude and showed respect to Zhao Qi and Xiao Xiang as a junior: "Greetings to the Emperor, Xiao Xiang."
Xiao Shiqing looked at Wei Zhenfeng and asked, "What did you do?"
(End of this chapter)