The host is no longer a human today.

Shen Zuixue was still searching for his thoughts. As soon as Yan Changsui returned home, Sang Cheng came to greet him.

"Oh, my prince, you are finally back. You didn't come back all night, and I was so worried!"

Sang Cheng is an elder of the Yan family and he has watched Yan Changsui grow up. Now the situation in the court is tense and Yan Changsui has not returned home overnight. If it were not for his trust in his own prince's ability, Sang Cheng would have asked someone to go to the palace to look for him.

Yan Changsui's face turned pale. "It's fine for the king. Have someone prepare some hot water. The king wants to take a bath."

Both of them drank yesterday, and the fight was so intense that it lasted until the early morning, and he had no time to clean up.

"Ah? Okay, I'll go right away!"

Sang Cheng was confused and had a lot of questions in his mind, but when he saw Yan Changsui's pale face, the dark circles under his eyes, and his somewhat messy clothes, he swallowed all his doubts.

You can ask these questions at any time, but the most important thing is to let the prince rest quickly.

Fortunately, the morning court session of the Ling Dynasty is held once every seven days, otherwise Yan Changsui would have no time to come back and rest today and would have to go directly to the court session.

Fortunately, Yan Changsui was a martial artist, so although his vitality was somewhat damaged, he did not get sick.

Although the affair between the two of them did not cause any waves on the surface, no one knew how many people had heard the news secretly.

*

In the imperial study, bright sunlight shone in through the window lattice and fell on Shen Zuixue's profile. The young emperor had long eyebrows, fine eyes, and slightly raised thin lips, and he looked like a man of great ambition.

The four regents looked at each other and became even more skeptical of the groundless rumors.

"Your Majesty, these are the memorials submitted today. Please review them."

Several people placed a pile of neatly arranged memorials on the table and said respectfully.

At the beginning, Shen Heguang personally issued an edict that Shen Zuixue could not take power until at least three years later.

Although Shen Zuixue was already eighteen years old at that time, he had never been involved in government affairs and had never been a crown prince before. Shen Heguang was still worried about asking him to handle so many state affairs.

Therefore, even though Shen Zuixue is twenty years old now, memorials are still sent to the Regent's Palace first, and then reviewed by the four regent ministers before finally being sent to Shen Zuixue.

Shen Zuixue opened a memorial and started reading it. After he marked the back of the memorial with the word "read", he saw the four regents standing there with conflicted looks on their faces.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Shen Zuixue raised his eyebrows. These people were all the close aides selected by Shen Heguang. They always said what they thought and rarely showed indecision.

"Your Majesty, we have something to say, but we don't know whether we should say it or not..." Lord Hu was the head of the four regent ministers and was the first to reply.

"Go ahead."

"Your Majesty, since ancient times, emperors have rarely observed mourning for three years. Moreover, you don't even have a concubine in your harem and you don't have any children. I think you should have more children for the royal family!"

Lord Hu spoke earnestly, as if Shen Zuixue was not twenty years old but fifty years old.

However, Shen Zuixue did not care about it. "Let's discuss this matter later. Father has only one son left alive. If I don't observe mourning for him, no one else will."

Shen Zuixue pretended to be a filial son and a good grandson, but he was only thinking about finding an excuse to escape the talent show.

The original owner was a puppet emperor, and he succeeded the original owner, so he was naturally also a puppet. Moreover, his imperial skills might not be as good as the original owner's.

After all, the original owner was a native prince.

He must make up for his shortcomings as soon as possible in order to survive at the top of the pyramid of this dynasty and protect the people he wants to protect.

"But……"

"There's nothing to worry about. I have so many nephews. Am I still worried that there will be no successor to the royal family?" Shen Zuixue frowned and pretended to be impatient.

"A man should establish a career first and then start a family. Now I can't even handle things on my own, how can I indulge in love affairs?"

Seeing that Shen Zuixue didn't want to listen anymore, they looked at each other and stopped talking.

Just like Shen Zuixue said, the Shen family has many descendants for some unknown reason. From the founding emperor to Shen Zuixue’s brothers, which one of them doesn’t have a bunch of sons?

Thinking of this, they were no longer worried. Even if it was delayed for a few years, after the mourning period was over, given the characteristics of the Shen family's bloodline, there would be news from the harem soon.

The few regent ministers, feeling a little relieved, stopped being annoying and quietly withdrew.