After I traveled through the book, my whole family overheard my thoughts and went crazy

Concubine Shu has just arrived at the meditation room.

The Prime Minister's wife came over with Meng Wanying and a little girl who was about ten years old.

"Good luck to the Empress Shufei. I pay my respects to the Empress Shufei."

Following the direction of the voice, Concubine Shu turned her head and was slightly stunned, as if she was trying to identify something.

"Why is the Prime Minister's wife here too?" Concubine Shu was surprised.

"To be honest, Madam Shufei." The Prime Minister's wife said a little embarrassedly: "That day at the Seventh Princess's Hundred Days Banquet, I almost..."

"If Miss Meng hadn't been quicker at the time, the person who was poisoned might have been the old woman."

The Prime Minister's wife said as she pulled Meng Wanying over from behind her: "This is my daughter Meng Wanying, and this is my niece Ji Youran, why don't you hurry up and meet the Concubine Shu."

"Good luck to Her Majesty Shufei."

"Since this is a temple, let's not be restrained and let the children go and play." Concubine Shu said softly.

"Thank you, Concubine Shu."

Mu Junxi watched everyone go out, so he followed them out.

Just walked out of the Zen room.

Meng Wanying's face instantly fell: "You guys play, I have something else to do."

Mu Junxi: ...

Such a bad temper.

Any young man who marries her in the future will be unlucky for the rest of his life!

He turned and looked at Ji Youran.

Ji Youran is two years older than him and a little taller than him. Her fair and flawless skin is faintly blushing, and she is charming and beautiful, with a bit of heroic spirit and a bit of heroic demeanor.

Mu Junxi's cheeks quietly and silently crept up with a blush: "Sister, shall we go play over there?"

Facing Mu Junxi's invitation.

Ji Youran not only did not appreciate it, but a trace of impatience flashed across his face: "I know you, you are the fifth prince."

Mu Junxi moved his lips but had no time to speak.

Ji Youran's cold words came crashing down on him.

"I don't want to play with you. Everyone in the imperial city knows that the fifth prince of our Yuan Kingdom is an ignorant idiot who only knows how to eat chicken legs every day."

"You are ten years old, but you can't even recite the most basic political principles of the Zhenguan Period. In the future, let alone sharing the worries of the emperor, I'm afraid you are not even qualified to be a county magistrate."

"I'm going to the Zen room to copy scriptures. You can go and have fun by yourself."

After Ji Youran finished speaking, she turned around and ran away.

It seems like staying here for one more second would be unlucky.

Looking at the direction where Ji Youran ran.

Mu Junxi stood there in a daze for a long time.

Unlearned and unskillful?

A straw bag who only knows how to chew chicken legs?

Not even qualified to be a county magistrate? ?

It turns out that this is how others have always viewed him.

But it was clear that from childhood to adulthood, the maids had always told him that as long as he ate well and grew up tall and strong, he would be the emperor's good son.

is it wrong?

Has it been wrong all along?

Mu Junxi rushed into the meditation room with red eyes.

He lay on the bed, covered his head with the quilt and burst into tears.

Concubine Shu was stunned by his crying.

"Xi'er, what's wrong?" Concubine Shu tried to pull away the quilt covering his head: "Why are you crying for no reason? Tell me, did someone bully you?"

Mu Junxi cried even more sadly. He pulled the quilt hard and cried heartbreakingly.

Concubine Shu waited for a long time before Mu Junxi's crying gradually stopped.

His eyes were swollen like walnuts from crying, and his shoulders trembled: "Mother, am I really useless? Am I uneducated and unskilled, and can only chew chicken legs? Am I not even qualified to be a county magistrate in the future?"