The Favored Concubine: The Doting Prince

Late at night, in the bustling Seventh Princes' Mansion, the empty hall was brightly lit, and piles of memorials were placed on the dark table.

On the table were seven or eight plates and spreads filled with fruits, tea, soup, etc., so crowded that there was no room for more.

The kitten brought another plate of food, and Yuan Ye looked up and smiled helplessly. "I really can't eat anymore. I can't eat anymore."

"Then don't eat and go to bed."

"But I still have things to deal with."

Aren't you a prince? How come you live worse than us monsters? You have so many people under you, but they are all asleep.

Even the yard sweeper has gone to sleep, but you can’t.”

Hearing this, Yuan Ye became even angrier. Every time Chen Liangguo had something to do, he had to be contacted by him. There was nothing much to say about paying for it himself, but the miscellaneous matters almost annoyed him to death.

The etiquette rules and regulations of the big road were correct several times. The small road also had to discuss with him what flowers to place, what carpet to lay, what cups and plates to use, and whether to use gold or jade. These people are just idle.

Yuan Ye yelled, "Can those guys from Yuanhuang make it? If not, they will have to change it."

These people would like to submit ten memorials a day. Each memorial has to be written in a complicated and lengthy manner, and it takes so many pages just to prove their hard work and contribution. It is very hard work.

Yuanye felt his hands aching from flipping through the papers.

They always have to write a personal letter on it, as if it is some big event, but when you open it, it turns out to be just a trivial matter.

"No more, no more, go to sleep."

Yuan Ye pushed the table and took the kitten back to sleep. Tomorrow he had to gather the few idle guests living in his house and let them take care of these things.

Some things can be done personally, such as leading troops into battle, but some things should be postponed.

After stopping ten times because of heavy rain, ten times because of road problems, and seventeen or eighteen times because of sick staff, we finally

Yuanhuang arrived in Chenliang four months later than expected.

When she first entered the capital, Yuan Yan lifted the curtain and looked out.

Chenliang's capital is also very prosperous, but it is more simple than Yuanhuang.

Listening to their familiar words, a familiar smell wafted through the streets.

Yuan Yan closed his eyes and recalled the time when he left Chen Liang. Although his face was in tears, when he heard people outside seeing him off, he still stubbornly opened the curtain and waved to them with a smile on his face.

Now that he was back, the people who stopped by all stood with their feet up and looked at the Yuanhuang convoy. They occasionally talked and pointed. They felt that the dancers in front of Yuanhuang and the warriors following behind were so novel.

But no one seemed to remember that there was a prince sitting in this car who had once been a hostage for Chen Liang.

Suddenly, Yuan Yan heard a woman say shyly, "Oh, look at that young man, he is so handsome and beautiful." Yuan Yan was about to smile when she heard an older aunt next to her say, "What's the use of being beautiful? Hey, our useless prince is not more beautiful than him, what's the use of being beautiful?"

After hearing this, the woman rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

Yuan Yan's eyes darkened and she pulled the curtain shut.

“I heard that we can see the prince today too.

But the book he advocated for repairing is quite useful. My child can read now. My god, he even told me a little story the other day. "

"That's right. There are a lot of nice things to see, and there are pictures and stuff. Oh, I usually get confused when I see words, but I can read a little bit more here."

"He is just weak, what can you expect from him? Aren't there two children in my family, one is strong and the other is weak? I should take good care of the strong one, but can I just abandon the weak one?

He can do whatever he can at home." A rough man with a full beard said nearby.

"Then how can we make him the crown prince?"

"Well, that means he's not a bad guy at least. Who becomes the emperor has nothing to do with us. As long as the one sitting on the throne is from the Yuan family, it's fine. I think these kids are all good."

The rough man's simple words actually aroused the sympathy of the aunts who had been gossiping just now.

"You're right. Even if you have many children, you can't expect all of them to be successful."