Prince Luo waved his hand and said, "Don't believe what they say. What kind of person is my second brother? He is so confused. It seems that he is being used by them. Maybe Qin Zhou is in collusion with him."
"Conspiracy?" Princess An smiled, her expression extremely sarcastic, "Second brother is a very conceited person. Would he conspire with Qin Zhou to hand over the throne to Chu Yue?"
Prince Luo said, "I don't want to ask what happened in Kyoto, and you don't have to say anything about it. I'm glad you came, but I don't want to hear anything bad about my brother."
Princess An sighed softly, "Third brother, do you think I came all the way here just to talk to you about our brother-sister relationship?"
Prince Luo was disgusted by her lack of self-concealment and sneered, "Chu Yue sent you here as a lobbyist, but obviously failed. At least you should conceal your purpose and chat with me about the past before getting to the point. You've already disgusted me in the first place."
"The art of speaking is for outsiders. There's no need to beat around the bush with your own people." Princess An let go of his arm, strode into the main hall, sat down, and untied the bandage on her arm. It was a temporary bandage. She didn't even apply medicine on the wound, but just tied it above the wound to stop the blood from seeping out.
Prince Luo, after all, also values the relationship between brothers and sisters. He frowned and said, "I will call a doctor to check your wound."
"It's okay. I can apply some medicine myself later."
Prince Luo sat down, still frowning, "You are a princess, why do you act like a poor commoner? You should be praised and protected by thousands of people, this is what a royal princess should be like."
Princess An wrapped the gauze around her hand. The blood had dried, like a rose that had lost its bright color.
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a row of shadows under her eyes, and her expression was extremely gloomy. "Princess? I was born a princess, just like other princesses, and I have been blessed with wealth and glory."
"Suffer?" Prince Luo was unhappy. "You used the word suffer, which is not appropriate. Could it be that these wealth and splendor can still bother you? Who in the world does not hope for wealth and splendor? How many students get up early and go to bed late, how many warriors train day and night, just to stand out and enjoy wealth and splendor. How much effort do others have to go through to get what you have since you were born? You are too ignorant. It's a pity that your father still dotes on you. If you feel wronged, you can just not enjoy these."
"Since I left the palace and set up my own residence, I have deliberately avoided these things. Yes, who doesn't want to live a life of wealth and glory? However, I feel uneasy. Who gave me wealth and glory? Father? Brother? None of them. It was the people of Beimo. Our royal family is supported by the people. If we enjoy these glories, we must do corresponding things to repay them. I ask myself that I am just a woman and can't do anything, so I would rather not enjoy them. As for what my third brother said, students get up early and go to bed late, and military generals practice day and night. When they have a chance to succeed, will they be content with glory and glory and not do anything practical? Maybe some people really come here for wealth and glory, but there are also many people who really want to do something, want to change this country, and want to do something practical for the people of this country."
"Change this country? Isn't our Northern Desert good? What needs to be changed?" Prince Luo shook his head. "Hey, you have been very opinionated since you were young. Father used to praise you for your great future, but it seems that you have grown up with the wrong ideas."
"Since I entered Nanjun, I have seen that Nanjun is prosperous, the people live and work in peace and contentment, teahouses and taverns are doing a booming business, and all industries are thriving. Nanjun belongs to Beimo, but Beimo is not Nanjun. If you think that everything in Nanjun today can represent Beimo, then you are wrong. In the past few years, Beimo has been caught in war and the treasury is empty. How many people have been displaced? How many families have been destroyed? All industries have been abandoned, farmland has no one to cultivate, and widowed mothers have jumped into the river with their young children. Are these things uncommon in Beimo?"
Prince An retorted, "I also came from Kyoto and go back once every three years. What I have seen is similar to that of Nanjun. And if Beimo is really like what you said, why do I pay tribute to the court every year, but my brother writes to say no?"
"But, did you accept it in the end? You send it every year, every year." Princess An shook her head and looked at Prince Luo. "Third brother, you and I both know what kind of person the emperor is. How vicious his heart is. After what happened to the third sister-in-law, don't you know it? Over the years, how many good things have your two concubines said about the emperor in your ears?"
Prince Luo looked slightly annoyed, "What nonsense are you talking about? What does your third sister-in-law's affairs have to do with my brother? As for the concubines, they were given to me by my brother. They are grateful for my kindness and speak well of me to consolidate our brotherly relationship. Isn't this normal? It's because you have a dirty mind that you make such a positive thing look filthy. It seems that there is nothing to talk about between you and me. I will order someone to take you to rest first. When you understand, we can talk again."
After saying that, he stood up coldly and walked out.
However, as soon as she stepped out of the door, she heard Princess An's cold smile, "What a tough woman was Third Sister-in-law back then? She would hang herself just because of a few insulting words from Concubine Gong, even though she knew she was pregnant with your child? You grew up with Third Sister-in-law, but you don't know her temperament? In all these years, you have never thought about the reason?"
Prince Luo turned around almost immediately, stared at her fiercely, and shouted angrily: "Enough, what do you want to say?"
Princess An stood up at this time and said calmly: "Third brother, think carefully about what Third Sister-in-law said to you before she committed suicide after leaving the palace, and then come to me."
After that, she walked out and asked again: "Have you arranged a place for me to live? I'll settle down first."
Prince Luo had an unhappy expression on his face, and wanted to ask further questions, but he felt that this was Princess An's routine, so she was just waiting for him to ask. Resisting the urge, he ordered someone to take Princess An and her people to settle them first, and he returned to the study.
As soon as I returned to the study, Concubine Yang came in with a bowl of stewed soup. "Your Highness, are you still busy? I ordered someone to stew some red ginseng and old pigeon soup. Drink it first and we'll have dinner later."
He rubbed his brows and looked at Concubine Yang with a tired face. He couldn't help but think of Princess An's words in his mind. He stretched out his hand and beckoned her over, "Sit down."
Concubine Yang ordered the soup to be put down and sent out. She did not sit down, but just opened the lid of the stew pot and stirred it gently with a spoon to let the soup cool down. "Your Highness, please say."
Seeing the concubine's gentle movements, his expression relaxed a little. Ever since they came to Nanjun, they have been serving him wholeheartedly. They supervised the servants to make his favorite dishes and serve him well for three meals a day.
"Thank you for your hard work over the years." Prince Luo said with infinite emotion.
Concubine Yang covered her mouth and said, "What are you talking about, Your Majesty? Serving Your Majesty is a blessing that I have cultivated for several lifetimes. How can it be called hard work?"
(End of this chapter)