Reborn Daughter: The Young Lady Wants to Make a Trouble

"Your Highness, are you sure?" Wu Xiang asked uncertainly. He clenched the folding fan tightly in his hand.

"Even the Queen herself has never attended any round table meetings. Of course, the Queen is there to protect the country, but to be honest, her days should be spent taking care of the children, Your Highness," Wu Xiang added.

Wu Xiang frowned at his friend. The prince continued to ignore him.

Wu Xiang suppressed a complaint as his friend flipped through the book he was reading.

"I know the Crown Princess is wise, but Your Highness should still reconsider this as it may cause harm to her," Wuxiang said.

Yu Zhen lazily read the passage. The Art of War. He hoped that Li Xueyue had read it.

"Your Highness—"

"Your voice is uglier than all the women in the brothel put together." Yu Zhen muttered. Although he had memorized everything in the book, he still turned the page.

Wu Xiang frowned when he heard this. "I just want to help you as a friend, Your Highness. My wife hates politics, she would rather spend her time attending social events and drinking tea with friends. I believe the Crown Princess -"

"What my princess likes is none of your business," Yu Zhen interrupted.

Wu Xiang opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it again. He could see how angry his friend was. Wu Xiang couldn't help his nagging. He had inherited his father's unfavorable traits.

Han Jianguoxiang was also concerned about another family that did not belong to him all his life. He attached great importance to every decision made by the emperor, even though the person's execution was perfect.

"Your father is about to step down," Yu Zhen said coldly. "Why don't you learn something from him?"

Wu Xiang rolled his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the paper fan unfolded. “I have spent my entire life learning how to be a prime minister, waiting for the day when he will retire with your father, the emperor.”

Wu Xiang paused as he looked at the prince. The time was so short that he almost missed this little move.

Yu Zhen put the book down. He looked at Wu Xiang with dissatisfaction, like a sensible father looking at his disobedient son.

"I know, I know." Wu Xiang sighed. "You don't like His Majesty... but my father has always told me that His Majesty is more worried about you than all his children. His Majesty is strict with you because he wants you to be better than him."

Yu Zhen took a sip of tea calmly.

Wu Xiang looked down at his friend anxiously. Why was the prince’s thoughts always so hard to guess? It was so annoying. Yu Zhen seemed relaxed even when he was frustrated.

"As much as we hate to admit it, His Majesty is in his final months... He plans to resign this position, rather than leave it to you upon his death. You know what that means, don't you, Your Majesty? The Emperor wants to see the day when you succeed."

Yu Zhen put down his teacup and picked up the book again. He didn't care what his father wanted. That man never cared what his son wanted.

Why does everyone want to justify abusive father behavior? They call it tough love? Very humorous. Is it love when a father hits his son? Is it love when a father ignores his son?

“Well…” Wu Xiang’s voice gradually faded. He wanted to see a trace of emotion on the prince’s face. Yu Zhen’s expression was only a variety of irritability, boredom, and disgust.

An idea immediately popped up in my mind. "Hey, do you want to know what the ladies are talking about the Crown Princess?"

At this point, Yu Zhen raised his eyes from the book and raised his eyebrows.

Wu Xiang chuckled. "Ahaha, I knew this would attract your attention!" He smiled smugly and fanned himself unconsciously.

"I am the guardian of knowledge, and all the gossip in the palace has reached my ears." Wuxiang boasted.

Yu Zhen glared at his friend impatiently.

"Haha, Your Highness, it's quite fun to see you so excited." Wuxiang said proudly. He slowed down the speed of fanning and took a few steps back.

"Look, a lot of people want to know how on earth she managed to get your attention. I mean, she's cute, but—"

Wu Xiang was startled when he saw a smile on the prince's face. Could it be that... the prince enjoys people praising his woman? It's very strange. Shouldn't a possessive man scold anyone who dares to look at his wife?

Wu Xiang blinked. Oh, right, that’s his crazy nature. The prince must be confident enough not to feel this kind of jealousy.

"However, there are not many women who suit your taste. I mean, there are many women who are willing to marry a handsome young marshal who not only has good hands, but also--"

Wu Xiang screamed as a teacup was thrown at him. He raised his hands into the air.

"What?! I was complimenting you, Your Highness! Don't you want to know what other women think of you?"

Wu Xiang closed his fan again in anger. "They have crazy fantasies about your abilities because you've always been so healthy. How do you have time to train with all this paperwork?"

"For your sake, I'll pretend I didn't hear it." Yu Zhen said.

Wu Xiang rolled his eyes again. He couldn’t believe what the prince said. The harem was frowned upon, but so what? Who dared to say that the prince was idle?

"I heard that you have been rejecting Xu Jiaqi, even though she is beautiful. Even my wife was surprised to hear that you did not take a concubine, especially after you showed some attention to Xu Jiaqi."

"Using her is called attention? Are the expectations so low?" Yu Zhen said in a monotonous tone.

Wu Xiang struggled to come up with a solution. "Wouldn't it be annoying to have a companion? You have strong physical strength, what if the Crown Princess can't keep up?"

"I'll make sure she does."

Wu Xiang almost cried for the poor Crown Princess.

"Does your wife bore you?" Yu Zhen added.

"What? Of course not!" Wu Xiang exclaimed. "I would never have an affair, you know, so stop looking at me like that. I love her and our child too much to even comprehend something like this. She keeps me on my toes, and—"

"You have your answer." Yu Zhen stood up, wondering why Li Xueyue took so long to come over. Did something happen along the way?

Yu Zhen frowned. There was no way he could take care of her sleep at night. He had too many things to do, especially he urged the wedding plan to go on even at night.

Had she had another nightmare? Was she ill from lack of sleep? He regretted not having breakfast with her. Orange had been fussy all morning, grimacing at any servant who approached—even when they were bringing him meat to feed him.

"What's wrong?" Wu Xiang noticed the change in his mood and said. It was rare to see a different expression this time.

Wuxiang finally understood the meaning of the prince's words. But now, he was confused about another thing.

Why did the prince suddenly look so worried?

Wu Xiang couldn't remember a time when the prince had cared about anything. Well, maybe when his horse or tiger got sick. But other than that, it had never happened before.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Wu Xiang wondered in his heart, although the possibility was very low. As everyone knows, the crown prince has always been healthy and strong.

People always attribute it to the commander's rigorous training in the battlefield or his good eating habits. But the truth is... the emperor once fed the prince poison to strengthen his antibodies.

"Your Highness, is it a food problem?" Wu Xiang exclaimed. That should be impossible. The crown prince is immune to many well-known poisons.

"Your Highness, do you need to call a royal physician?" Wu Xiang said.

Yu Zhen blinked. Imperial physician? “Yes, call him,” he said.

"Okay, I'll ask the servant outside to get it--"

"Real brother!" A crisp shout came from outside the tall, looming door of the private study.

"There was no need to announce my arrival, you annoying eunuch," the voice said loudly.

"Third Princess, please——"

Yu Lingluo rushed in without saying a word. She almost fell, but continued to move forward with difficulty.

"Guess who I met on my way to your private study!" Yu Lingluo said happily as he stepped aside.

"Brother Zhen, you are not lying! The Crown Princess is really beautiful, and I really think my nieces and nephews will be very beautiful, and--"

Yu Zhen didn’t care about his sister’s nonsense. She didn’t stop. But the background noise was drowned out when he saw Li Xueyue. She was as charming as ever, albeit just smiling.

"--Okay, if I had a niece, what do you think of the name Yu Luoluo? Of course, it's a bit similar to my name, but I think it's cute. Oh wait, if it's a boy, you can name him Yu Zhenzhen or something like that." Yu Lingluo concluded.

She looked around in confusion and found that her brother was not listening to her at all. She pouted and followed his gaze.

Yu Zhen's attention was focused only on Li Xueyue, who was listening intently to Yu Lingluo's words.

Yu Lingluo blinked in confusion. It was so strange... Yuzhen looked at Li Xueyue as if she was the only one in the room.

It was a strange sight, but it made Yu Lingluo understand the exact position of Li Xueyue in the prince's heart.