Wearing a book, hooking him up

October, the seventh year of Chongwu.

The benevolent and holy emperor and his empress ended their five-month-long southern tour.

During this period, the emperor and the empress traveled through various cities, inspected government affairs, severely punished corrupt officials; personally observed the people's sentiments to provide a basis for formulating appropriate policies; offered sacrifices to heaven and earth, sincerely prayed for peace and prosperity in the country; promoted the economy, advocated agriculture and commerce, and encouraged women to engage in business; publicized the emperor's power, and displayed the grace and majesty of the royal family...

Every move of the emperor and empress was recorded by historians and was destined to be recorded in the history books and passed down to future generations.

In the tenth year of Chongwu, the ten-year-old eldest prince Jun Yihuan, after undergoing rigorous tests by the Grand Tutor and His Majesty, was finally allowed to officially enter the court and participate in politics.

Since he was six years old, Jun Yihuan would go to General Wei's mansion to practice martial arts at dawn every morning.

General Wei was a brave veteran who had fought on the battlefields with his father and conquered the world. He had a sharp look and was in high spirits.

Not only did he teach Jun Yihuan how to ride a horse and shoot arrows, step by step, with every move and every form strictly followed by regulations, he also carefully taught him the art of war and strategy, with every word and every sentence being meaningful.

Today, Jun Yihuan went to the training ground as usual and trained with the soldiers in the rain.

He did not return to the palace until the sun set and the setting sun turned blood-red. It was already the evening hour.

Usually, after finishing training in the training ground, he would go straight back to the prince's residence to wash and rest.

However, today, because he was summoned by his father, Jun Yihuan did not even have time to tidy himself up after returning, and hurried to the Qianqing Palace.

"Your son pays homage to His Majesty, Father." Jun Yihuan knelt on one knee, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a loud but respectful voice.

Jun Yihuan has been training in martial arts for four years. Although he is only ten years old, he is already nearly seven feet tall (less than 1.7 meters).

He was dressed in a blue dragon robe, the corners of which swayed slightly in the wind. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and he was extraordinarily handsome. Between his eyebrows and eyes, he perfectly inherited the heroic spirit of His Majesty and the gentleness of the Queen.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Father."

Jun Yihuan stood up and stood with his head bowed.

"I summoned you here today because I have important instructions for you. Many towns in Jinzhou have been hit by drought recently."

Jun Zechen sat on the dragon throne with a solemn expression.

"The harvest was poor, prices were rising, many disaster victims turned to thieves and disrupted public order, and many civilians were forced to leave their homes in search of water and food, creating a wave of refugees, which brought a lot of pressure and instability to the surrounding cities."

As Jun Zechen spoke, he tapped the table lightly with his fingers, worry in his eyes.

"I would like to arrange for you to go to Jinzhou to handle this matter. At the same time, the Langzhong of the Ministry of Works and the Langzhong of the Ministry of Revenue will assist you."

This is a major test for the eldest prince by Jun Zechen. The drought in Jinzhou is extremely severe and the situation is complicated. It requires a person with extraordinary wisdom, a big picture, excellent leadership, compassion and a strong sense of responsibility to coordinate the overall situation and handle this difficult matter.

Jun Yihuan grew up under his own careful teaching. At the age of four, he went to the prince's house to receive systematic training. At the age of seven, he began to hone his skills among the civil and military officials in the court. This year, he was able to enter the court and participate in politics.

If the drought can be solved perfectly this time, not only will he win the heartfelt support of the people, but he will also establish a very high prestige among the ministers.

"Yes, Father, I will definitely fulfill my mission."

Jun Yihuan's young face was serious, his eyes were determined, and he clasped his hands together as he solemnly accepted the important task entrusted by his father.

At this moment, he actually possessed a hint of the majesty of Emperor Jun Zechen.

"You will set off in three days. Go to Kunning Palace to see your mother today, but you are not allowed to tell your mother about your long journey."

Jun Zechen narrowed his eyes slightly and gave the order in a serious tone.

He knew very well that Yaoyao loved her son dearly, and although there were times when he had to teach Jun Yihuan harshly, in a place like this where the disaster was severe and bandits were present from time to time, even if he made thorough arrangements, accidents were bound to happen.

Whenever a disaster strikes, there are always some people who will do anything to make money, so it is not surprising that they do anything outrageous in private.

There may even be more serious situations, such as the ministers in the court who are dissatisfied with Jun Yihuan's participation in government affairs setting a trap in Jinzhou?

No one can accurately predict these potential dangers and variables.

But Jun Yihuan must go. No matter whether there are conspiracies or intrigues ahead, he must face them and try to overcome them.

If he could cleverly plot against the people behind the scenes, Jun Zechen would truly look upon him with new eyes.

This is how he came here in the first place.

In such a dangerous situation, Jun Zechen was really worried that Yaoyao would lose sleep and eat because of worrying about Jun Yihuan after knowing it, so it was better to keep the matter secret.

Every time the emperor talked about his mother, he seemed like a different person. Although Jun Yihuan was already used to it, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.

"Yes, I will go see you later, and I won't let you worry about me."

He knew what his father was thinking, and he didn't want to upset his mother, so no matter whether it was about his daily studies or the many difficulties he had encountered recently in the court, Jun Yihuan kept silent and didn't reveal a single word to his mother.

He would always find a way to solve it.

My father once said that he would protect my mother all his life, and Jun Yihuan had the same idea.

Since this is something he must experience and bear, he will never let his father and mother down, nor will he let his mother worry about him day and night.

Afterwards, Jun Yihuan was about to leave.

"and many more."

Jun Zechen suddenly called out to Jun Yihuan, then frowned and said with a look of disdain, "You just came back from the training ground?"

Jun Yihuan was a little confused and was stunned for a moment, but he quickly replied, "Yes."

"Look at your clothes. There are quite a few scratches on them. There are also some small wounds on your neck. Go change your clothes first and try to cover up the wounds on your body. Don't let your mother see them and feel distressed."

I have never seen her care so much about me, but she has been doting on Jun Yihuan since he was a child.

"Yes, I will change it right away."

Then he reached out and touched his neck. "Hiss", it really hurt a little, and there was indeed a wound.

Jun Yihuan left the Qianqing Palace and returned to the prince's residence to change into clothes that could cover the wound on his neck. Only then did he feel at ease to prepare to go to the Kunning Palace.

Unexpectedly, when Jun Yihuan passed by the Imperial Garden, he happened to meet Yan Zhaoyi.

When Concubine Yan saw the eldest prince, she hurriedly saluted and said, "Your servant greets the eldest prince." There was a hint of deliberate respect in her voice.

"Zhaoyi Yan, please get up."

Jun Yihuan raised his head slightly with an indifferent expression.

As the eldest son of the empress, he had a noble status. In the entire palace, he only had to pay his respects to his grandmother, father and mother. Everyone else had to bow respectfully when they saw him.

"Is the eldest prince planning to go to Kunning Palace?"

Yan Zhaoyi had a smile on her face and stared at Jun Yihuan, asking tentatively.

"Yes."

Jun Yihuan responded briefly with a cold look in his eyes, showing no intention of chatting more with Yan Zhaoyi.

When Yan Zhaoyi saw how cold he was, her face instantly turned ugly.

Her seventh prince is now eight years old. Since he went to the prince's residence at the age of five, he can only return to Yuqing Palace at specified times. Unlike the eldest prince, he can return whenever he wants.

Moreover, the eldest prince has entered the court at an early age. In another two years, it is unknown whether her son can pass the assessment of the Grand Tutor and His Majesty and enter the court at the young age of ten.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoyi felt even more uncomfortable.

Just as Jun Yihuan was about to turn around and leave, Yan Zhaoyi spoke up again, "I wonder if the eldest prince knows how your seventh brother is doing in the prince's school now? If there is anything he doesn't understand, he will have to ask you, the eldest prince, to teach him."

As soon as Concubine Yan finished speaking, she was heard by Concubine Xian who was taking Princess Ruixi for a stroll in the Imperial Garden. Princess Ruixi naturally heard it too.

Princess Ruixi is also eight years old this year. She has been spoiled in the palace since she was a child, and has never suffered any grievances.

Whether she heard it from her mother or from Concubine Xian, Princess Ruixi had no good feelings towards Zhaoyi Yan.

She walked quickly to Jun Yihuan's side, grabbed his sleeve, and interrupted Yan Zhaoyi's words.

"Brother, Ning An hasn't seen you for a long time!" The voice was clear and pleasant, full of joy.

When Jun Yihuan saw the imperial sister, the expression on his face instantly softened a lot, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he reached out and gently touched her head, "Well, Ning An is beautiful again."

When Yan Zhaoyi saw Concubine Xian and Princess Ruixi coming over, she knelt down and bowed to greet them.

"I greet Her Majesty the Concubine, Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Over the years, Concubine Xian often deliberately made things difficult for Concubine Yan over some seemingly insignificant but difficult matters.

At this moment, she was still the same as usual, deliberately delaying calling out when Yan Zhaoyi was paying her respects.

Yan Zhaoyi maintained the posture of saluting, and her body began to tremble.

Although she was used to Concubine Xian's troubles over the years, her face turned from pale to blue when she saw Concubine Xian not giving her face in front of the younger generations like the Crown Prince and Princess Ruixi.

He bit his lips and clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves.

Xian Fei kept time, feeling proud of herself for a while, and then she said slowly, "Get up."

Princess Ruixi then raised her chin and said in a delicate voice, "Yan Zhaoyi, my brother is very busy with government affairs now and has little time to return to Kunning Palace. How can he have time to teach my seventh brother?"

She blinked her big eyes, and her innocent face spoke bluntly.

"When I went to visit my fifth brother at the prince's residence, I found that my seventh brother was not very serious about his studies. Yan Zhaoyi should teach him well when he returns to Yuqing Palace."

The little girl raised her head and stared straight at Yan Zhaoyi.

"Don't let Father worry."

An awkward look suddenly appeared on Zhaoyi Yan's face. She forced a smile and said, "Yes, Your Highness."

She was actually taught a lesson by an eight-year-old girl.

Jun Yihuan was pressed for time and wanted to go back to Kunning Palace to have dinner with his mother. He really didn't want to continue dealing with Yan Zhaoyi here.

He frowned slightly and said, "Royal sister, let's go. Let's go back to Kunning Palace to have dinner with mother today."

Princess Ruixi liked to pester her eldest brother when she was a child. When she heard this, her eyes lit up with joy and she quickly held his hand.

Cheered: "Good!"

Yan Zhaoyi looked at Jun Yihuan's back with a ruthless look in her eyes. She would not let them be so proud!