Chapter 521: Torment

Xiao Shide suddenly thought of the earliest cause of this incident, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and he began to talk nonsense without evidence: "Father, it must be the third emperor's brother, he framed me!" It's Xiao Shizhang who framed me! It's—"

"Smack-"

Xiao Yan slapped him to the ground with a palm.

This kind of power from the battlefield fighting, Xiao Shide has never experienced, but when he was a child, he heard Taifu mention the majesty of his father, this slap, he really felt the innermost power from the Son of Heaven, that kind of unquestionable authority and royal dignity.

Xiao Yan's anger was an expression of hatred that could not be made of steel, and he seemed to be making great determination.

He thought of what Xiao Shizhang said, thought of the attitude of the ministers towards the prince, and even inexplicably thought of the baby boy he had killed more than 20 years ago, and how similar the situation was to the prince at that time. Xiao Yan suddenly burst into anger, and this anger came from his shame and evasion of the witchcraft he had done.

"The prince is guilty of a lot of sins and is not worthy of being a king, and from now on, he will never be allowed to leave the prince's mansion."

After saying that, Xiao Yan turned around and left, leaving his disgust for all this here, as if this order was not only given to the prince, but also to the former self.

After a while, Xiao Shide stood up by himself with his hands on the door, thinking about the meaning of this sentence, such a punishment is too light for witchcraft. But for a prince, it is almost a back road.

Although Xiao Shide has always felt that he can't understand his father, this time, he is completely confused. It was more tormenting to him than to condemn him directly.

……

"My father didn't take away his title of crown prince!"

"Be quiet!" Concubine Yan glanced around: "This is in the palace, how can you talk nonsense!" ā€

Xiao Shizhang's voice was just a little quieter, and he didn't stop complaining: "My father's heart has softened." ā€

"Of course this palace knows that His Majesty has relented!" Concubine Yan impatiently turned the bead string in her hand a few times: "But in order to avoid suspicion, I can't go to see Your Majesty." What your father thinks, if I speak, he will be suspicious. ā€

"Does my father want to let such a person be the prince?"

"Not necessarily, after all, didn't he never leave the house?"

Xiao Shizhang's expression softened a little, and he said: "But if my father makes up his mind, he will never keep the crown prince for him." ā€

"Son, the more you get to this time, the more you can't be in a hurry, and the one who is in a hurry first is often the one who loses more than he gains."

Xiao Shizhang thought for a moment, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Mother, the retainer retreated first, if anything happens......" he raised his eyes slightly.

"This palace knows, and will inform you. Step aside. ā€

……

It took longer than Rong Yu expected, and those few stitches made Wen Nian sleep until the afternoon.

When he woke up, the room was empty, and he was suddenly startled, because Yu Yao would never leave him alone in the room, he hurriedly sat up, and his chest was still aching.

Wen Nian didn't care about so much, put on his coat and pushed open the door a few steps, but saw Chuncai humming a little song in the yard to pick vegetables, and Shu Yu was still helping her.

When he heard the voice, he immediately reacted, and hurriedly stood up and said, "Childe." ā€

Chuncai patted the ash on her hand unhurriedly and raised a smile: "Gongzi Wen, you're awake!" The slave is going to serve you the fire soup! ā€

Wen Nian frowned, but looking at the appearance of the two of them, nothing should have happened, and he asked, "What about Yu Yao?" ā€

Chuncai said: "Back to the son, the girl is in the wing, the slave and maid go and call her!" ā€

"No need." As he spoke, Wen Nian walked towards the wing.

"Okay! The slave maid will bring the clear fire soup to the wing! Saying that, he ran away happily, and seemed to be in a very good mood today.