Taking the initiative to remarry! The crazy prince is obsessed with me

It's not snowing heavily outside.

Murong Xuan lagged behind Emperor You'an by half a step, and the two of them walked closely towards the exit of the palace.

There was a layer of snow on the ground, which made a crackling sound when you stepped on it.

"Minister Gu is not good at educating his daughter, so I plan to demote him to be a county magistrate in a distant place for a few years. Do you have any candidate to recommend for the position of Minister of Works?" Emperor You'an looked into the distance with a deep gaze. He did not delve into the trivial matters that had just happened in the harem, but talked about the affairs of state.

"In reply to your father, I have just entered the court and do not have a deep friendship with the civil and military officials." Murong Xuan said in a gentle voice: "The only one I have spent a long time with is Tan Yichun, who helped me repair the river embankment during the disaster relief in Jiangnan."

"Tan Yichun?" Emperor You'an read his name and vaguely remembered that there was such a person who served as the prefect of Suzhou for many years.

He turned around and said to Eunuch Shi: "Write down this name, and ask Prime Minister Song to draft an order for me to select him to come to the capital to fill the vacancy of the Minister of Works."

Eunuch Shi nodded in agreement and could not help but look up at Murong Xuan several times. It seemed that the emperor was trying to promote the prince.

"Have you ever blamed me over the years?"

After giving his instructions, Emperor You'an turned back and looked at the snow that looked like salt particles under his feet. He asked casually, "Hmm? Have you ever complained about me keeping you outside the palace?"

"Father."

Murong Xuan stopped and looked up at the emperor with a gentle and respectful expression: "At the beginning, I was young and could never see my father. I felt wronged. My mother also told me the truth, saying that my fate was too weak and I couldn't survive in the palace, so I was raised outside the palace. Now that I have grown up, I understand my father's painstaking efforts."

When he said these words, his heart was calm. Now that he had reached adulthood, it was too late for Emperor You'an to remember to play the role of loving father and filial son with him.

However, what he wants right now is to secure his position as the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace.

In this case, he will just cooperate and perform whatever the emperor needs.

Emperor You'an's eyes were filled with kindness. He raised his hand and placed it on Murong Xuan's shoulder, patting him:

"It's good that you don't blame your father. Your mother is also a reasonable person. When she gave birth to you, she left the palace to pray for you, and she also raised you to be so sensible. I am very pleased."

Murong Xuan met Emperor You'an's gaze, raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "If your father is happy, your son will naturally be happy too."

"You silly child." Emperor You'an felt warmed at heart by his smile, thinking that after all, this child was raised outside the palace since he was a child, and he didn't know the intrigues in the palace. Even his smile looked innocent.

He had considered this prince a lot in the past, and he had even tried to test him during the disaster relief mission in Jiangnan. He had seen all the hardships he had gone through, but in the end, the frail prince gritted his teeth and completed the mission, and in the process, he uncovered a bunch of corrupt officials.

Emperor You'an originally thought that the prince would take the opportunity to make a memorial and arrange for his own people to be sent down, but unexpectedly, the prince did not take any action.

This made him a little bit unable to bear it. The power of the court was either the east wind overwhelming the west wind, or the west wind overwhelming the east wind. The prince was so naive and brave, but it was not enough for the court and the country to rely on just a passion.

He still needs to help with many things.

"I saw the notice posted in your house."

Emperor You'an took back his hand, put it behind his back and walked forward a few steps. When he spoke again, his tone was more concerned: "Taking care of your body is the most important thing. As long as he can cure your body, I will reward your doctor generously."

Murong Xuan's beautiful face showed his admiration just right: "Father, you are so busy with government affairs, but you still care about me so much. I am really terrified."

Emperor You'an laughed and said, "You are the crown prince. The crown prince is the foundation of the country, and you are also responsible for state affairs. Xuan'er, it is not easy to be the crown prince of the Eastern Palace. You still need to spend more time on it! For example, when you have nothing to do, you should visit Prime Minister Song more often."

"Thank you for your guidance, Father." Murong Xuan responded very respectfully, blinked, and then said, "When the New Year comes, I will definitely send a generous gift to Prime Minister Song's residence."

Now it was Emperor You'an's turn to be stunned. How come the prince couldn't even understand what he was saying?

He waited for Murong Xuan, who put on an innocent expression. In the end, Emperor You'an laughed helplessly a few times: "You are a child who is not very sensible after all. Your father meant to ask you to go... Oh, forget it! After all, I still have some strength, so I will worry about you a little more."

"I thank you for your consideration, father." Murong Xuan blinked, showing weakness with ease.

"One more thing."

Emperor You'an saw the palace gate not far away and slowed down his pace. He felt that as a father, he should thank this innocent son for his concern.

"You are not young anymore. Your three brothers are all married. Even if they have many wives and concubines, they still have people to serve them and help them have children. It's time for you to choose a concubine. The girls from the Jiang and Qin families..."

When Murong Xuan heard this, he interrupted and said, "Father, this matter is not urgent."

He knew the teachings of his ancestors that any descendant of the Murong family who sat on the throne had to marry a woman from the Jiang or Qin family as his empress.

But he doesn't want to marry anyone else, he only wants to marry Shen Xiyue.

Emperor You'an misunderstood him, thinking that he had some unspeakable secrets in not wanting to get married. He gave him a strange and obscure look and said, "If you are really weak, ask the doctor to prescribe a good prescription to take care of you. You will eventually have children."

Murong Xuan: "......"

He was angry in his heart and could hardly maintain the gentleness on his face.

Although I didn't have any expectations of Emperor You'an as a father, I still felt an indescribable sense of weirdness when I suddenly heard him say such intimate and boundless words to me.

Fortunately, the road ended in just a few steps.

Murong Xuan bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please stay. I will leave the palace and return home now." Because he would not have to face his father again soon, the expression on his face became more sincere when he spoke.

Emperor You'an hummed and wanted to ask him to move back to the palace and live in the Eastern Palace, but when he thought of the mess he had just seen in the harem, he did not say a word.

Murong Xuan turned around and got on the carriage. When the curtain was lowered, he vaguely heard Emperor You'an instructing Eunuch Shi: "Go to Yikun Palace. I'll go and coax the imperial concubine."

The gentle mask on Murong Xuan's face was instantly shattered, and he was so angry that he punched the car.

He felt sick.

In his eyes, his father was hypocritical and disgusting.

For example, it was clearly mentioned just now that Queen Qin was still living outside the palace, but Emperor You'an had no intention of welcoming her back at all, and instead always indulged Concubine Qi.

Mao Ping was so frightened that he dared not even breathe, and asked cautiously, "Your Highness, are we going to the Princess's Residence or the Prince's Residence?"

After a long while, a frustrated and low voice was heard in the carriage: "Go back to the Prince's Mansion. I don't want to scare her."