In the Hou Mansion, Xia Chu was awakened by the fragrance of Mo early in the morning.
He was still awake, so he replied in a daze: "We'll talk about everything after I wake up."
"Young Master, I'm afraid I can't wait any longer. The Marquis is losing his temper."
"I know, let him work it out first, and I'll coax him later." Xia Chu turned over and continued to sleep.
Mo Xiang had no choice but to report to the Marquis first.
"What? He can't talk about it?"
The Marquis became furious and smashed the tea cup in his hand.
"The young master said he would come to coax you soon." Mo Xiang quickly added this sentence, silently cutting off the first half of the coaxing sentence.
"Humph. Do I want him to coax me?" Although he said this, the sullen look on his face disappeared to some extent. I also asked the servants to clean up the debris in the hall.
This should stop the smashing, Cong Yan, the Marquis's attentive attendant, thought with a cold sweat on his face.
The Marquis could sit calmly at first, but after two sticks of incense, he couldn't even sit still. He called Mo Xiang over again and asked why he hadn't come yet.
Mo Xiang took a deep breath and whispered back: "Young Master said that he will come when he wakes up."
There was a "pop" sound, and Mr. Hou became furious. He stood up and slapped the table, gritting his teeth and said: "He can really sleep, watch me go over and skin him."
Mo Xiang hurriedly ran after hearing this, thinking of going back to inform the young master, but was stopped by the marquis. So he could only walk behind Mr. Hou, silently praying in his heart: Master, I really can’t stop you...
The Marquis came to Yunqi Courtyard in early Xia angrily and was about to break down the door and go in. Then he remembered that his young master was actually a cardamom girl, so he softened his heart and told Mo Xiang to knock on the door.
Xia Chu was woken up for the third time, her voice was full of dissatisfaction, she huddled in the quilt and said threateningly: "Mo Xiang, if you make any noise again, please be careful, young master, I will get up and break your legs."
Before Mo Xiang could speak, the Marquis's voice sounded first.
"I'll tear your mouth off first, then break your legs."
Xia Chu got up from the bed with a start, her tone was as lazily as if she had just gotten up, and she said coquettishly: "Don't bother me, Dad, I'll open the door for you right away."
Xia Chu opened the door and saw the furious Marquis. He waved his hands to the people around him to signal them to leave, then took the Marquis's arm and entered the house, closed the door, and helped the Marquis sit down.
The Marquis put on an angry air and looked like he was waiting for an explanation.
"Dad, are you angry with me for losing Xiao Yanjun's face?"
The Marquis snorted coldly.
"Now everyone knows that I, Xia Wei, have raised a good son who is arrogant and arrogant. He is a prince after all. Are you going to embarrass him so much?"
"It's all gone. Besides, the emperor didn't say a word. Why are you so distressed?"
Seeing the disdainful look on his face, the Marquis angrily waved his hand and tried to slap him.
Xia Chu shrank his neck and closed his eyes. His eyelids were still trembling and his eyelashes were trembling. The Marquis felt sad, but his waving hand could not fall down.
"The emperor didn't say anything, out of affection. If you embarrass his son in public, will he feel at ease?"
Xia Chu pressed his hand, squatted beside him obediently, and slowly explained to him.
"Now that we have reached the age of establishing a heir apparent, the princes are fighting openly and secretly. It's not like the emperor doesn't know, but he still thinks he is strong. His sons have already started to be blatant, how can he feel at ease? Xiao Yanjun is so sharp now, he He is an all-rounder and is good at buying people's hearts. All the ministers in the court support him, right? What's more, some princes have already attached themselves to him. The emperor is like a mirror, he understands. I suppressed his anger yesterday, The Emperor may still be happy in his heart."
The Marquis had a look of confusion on his face. After his wife passed away, Xia Chu was the only thing he thought about. He only hoped that he would be healthy in the mountains. It would be better if he could learn some skills from Mr. Bai.
When he is almost old enough, he will be old enough to take him down the mountain and stay by his side for two years. When the time comes, take him to the outside world to see the mountains, rivers, and flowers in bloom. If Xia Chu meets someone he likes again on the road, he will return to Beijing to meet the saint. Tell the emperor that his son has been weak and sick since childhood and cannot hold on anymore.
When he gets married outside, he has had enough fun. I'm looking for a way to find a foster daughter or something to bring her back. If you don't find someone you like, that's okay. He just kept raising him and raising him.
"father?"
Xia Chu watched the Marquis gradually become thoughtful, thinking that he didn't believe it. Then he continued to advise: "If you are still worried about the emperor's accountability, just do as I say and report back. Maybe you can get some rewards."
"You asked His Highness the Seventh Prince to take you out of the palace, and did you do it on purpose?"
"That's not true. I really made my position clear."
The Marquis looked at his face and suddenly felt. All along, maybe what he wanted to give him was not the future he wanted.
The Marquis looked complicated, and after a while he asked seriously: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"clear."
"Do you understand what you are doing?"
"clear."
"Do you know what you want?"
The Marquis' face was solemn, and he stared at him deeply with probing eyes.
"Yun Yi, I know!"
Xia Chu raised his head, his eyes were firm and his expression was decisive.
"Since you have made up your mind, the Hou Mansion will stand behind you."
"Dad..."
Xia Chu stood up and hugged Mr. Hou. He always knew that his father loved him, loved him, and pampered him. But he didn't expect that he would believe him so much. After this, the Hou Mansion could no longer take care of itself.
The Marquis patted his back and rubbed his head.
"Young Master, Xu Wenlan, the legitimate son of the Minister of Hubu, is here to meet you outside the house."
Mo Xiang's voice echoed outside the house.
"No!" Xia Chu called back to the outside of the house, then looked at the Marquis and said coquettishly, "It's preventing me from being here."
The Marquis nodded, smiling fondly.
"You go and pass on the food first. I'll wash up and then go over to eat with you."
"good."
Xu Wenlan, who was outside the house, was rejected and left in disgrace.
On the way, he thought of the even more pitiable His Highness, and his mood gradually became clearer again.
I don’t know what the current situation is like in Yufu Hall...
(End of chapter)