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Zhou Chang thought for several days about how to ensure that Emperor Lin would send reinforcements instead of negotiating peace.

The problem was that Prince Yi was of low status and had little influence. He was not summoned on weekdays and it was difficult for him to even see the emperor.

Like last time, forcing an audience with the emperor can be done once or twice, but not again and again, otherwise it will only backfire.

As a result, Zhong Yu heard rumors yesterday that the war situation in northern Vietnam was difficult and the peace faction in the court was gaining momentum again. Emperor Lin has always had his own ideas but no opinions on political affairs, and it is hard to say when he will change his mind.

So do you want to go into the palace and check the situation today?

Although the emperor's words are final, there have always been many emperors whose words do not count.

If the Emperor suddenly changes his mind and denies the bet...

Zhou Chang was tapping his fingers on the desk.

Aunt Jing appeared with breakfast, thinking that she had lost her patience and hurriedly explained, "Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time. I asked Mother Wang to make two more side dishes today, which delayed us."

As he spoke, he placed the tray on the table, but was in no hurry to put it out. Instead, he pulled out a piece of cloth from his sleeve and began to wipe the table.

"Aunt Jing, find someone else to do these things. You are not needed." Zhou Chang had been depressed in the study room since early morning and had been hungry for a long time. He stared at the food made by Mother Wang on the tray and rarely felt an appetite.

A bowl of century egg and lean meat porridge, a butter pancake, a cup of egg custard, two side dishes, and a cup of water at the side.

"There is no idle person in our palace. Even the palace soldiers have gone to farm," Aunt Jing said this without complaining. She put down the cloth and combed Zhou Chang's hair. "Your Highness is not a child anymore. You should pay attention to your appearance. Skinny Monkey can't take care of it alone. I will comb your hair for you later."

Zhou Chang let her do what she wanted. If her mother in her previous life could treat her like this instead of focusing all her attention on her younger brother, she would be more than happy.

Zhou Chang's stomach growled for food. If he delayed for another second, he would starve to death. He could not stand the nagging: "Aunt Jing, I'll eat first."

As he spoke, he had already picked up the century egg and lean meat porridge and took a big scoop.

"Ah——" The porridge all came out as soon as it entered my mouth, burning and numbing my tongue.

"Oh, why are you in such a hurry? This is what Mother Wang has been simmering on the fire for an hour." Aunt Jing hurriedly changed the handkerchief to wipe Zhou Chang's mouth.

Zhou Chang stuck out his tongue and exhaled deeply.

Aunt Jing hated people who were slovenly, so she wiped the mouth several times vigorously until it was all red. She then handed the clean water to Zhou Chang and said, "Your Highness, eat slowly. You are not a child anymore, and you are not angry. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"It's okay." Zhou Chang burned his tongue and couldn't argue, so he rinsed his mouth with clean water to relieve the pain a little.

When it comes to eating, you also have to pay attention to the consistency.

She picked up the pancake and started eating it with the side dish. The pancake was crispy, sweet and delicious.

Maybe I'm hungry, everything tastes delicious to me.

Aunt Jing looked at the scene with a sense of relief, but she couldn't help chatting: "My Lord, when will you get married?"

"Cough cough..." Zhou Chang choked the cake and vegetables in his throat.

She is a typical non-marriage person, both in her past life and in this life.

"Your Highness, please slow down. What happened today? Is the food cooked by Madam Wang not tasty?" Aunt Jing came up quickly and patted her on the back to help her calm down.

The food cooked by Mother Wang has never tasted good, but today it was rare that it went well, but there were many twists and turns.

Zhou Chang couldn't catch his breath, so he reached for the water cup at hand to drink it down, but after pouring it out, he realized that he had already drunk it all.

He showed the spirit of facing challenges head-on, stretched his neck and forced himself to swallow, like a chicken with its neck pinched, and finally managed to swallow the cake and vegetables smoothly.

There was no water, and I caught sight of the egg custard out of the corner of my eye.

I picked it up and scooped a spoonful into my mouth. This stuff is thin after all.

Aunt Jing also suddenly realized and hurried to pour water from the teapot in the other corner: "Why are you still the same when it comes to getting married? This won't do. The prince is so old now, and the queen's spirit in heaven is watching."

Why are you bringing this up for no reason?

According to Prince Yi Fengming's consciousness, he didn't even consider whether this issue was good or not.

Zhou Chang simply pretended not to hear and just kept eating one spoonful at a time.

There was something added to the egg custard, red and green, which served as both seasoning and color. It also had the aroma of eggs and flowers. He had never eaten such delicious egg custard before.

Aunt Jing seemed to have expected such an attitude, but she did not intend to stop talking: "Your Highness is twenty-four this year, which is really not young. Your brothers have already married. Your Majesty seems to have forgotten about this matter in the past two years. Someone must remind him."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Zhou Chang was eating the food spoonfully, but for no reason he choked on the egg custard and coughed it all out at once.

Aunt Jing had just poured the water and placed it next to her when she knocked over the cup.

"What is your Highness doing? He avoids the topic every time it is mentioned. Men should get married when they are old enough and women should get married when they are old enough. What's the big deal? As long as your Highness doesn't talk about wasting money on marrying a wife like he did in the past..." Aunt Jing didn't care at all. She was quick with her hands and feet, calming down the anger and wiping the clothes.

Zhou Chang coughed hard for a long time before coughing out the egg custard in his throat. Tears were streaming down his face, which was really pitiful: "Aunt Jing, please, don't say anymore."

Aunt Jing couldn't stop herself: "If I don't say it, who else will? As long as the prince doesn't get married, I will say it. Otherwise, how can I be worthy of the queen's spirit in heaven?"

Zhou Chang leaned back in his chair and surrendered: "I'm done eating."

Aunt Jing saw Zhou Chang's face flushed red due to the violent coughing, and felt very distressed. She patted her back and said, "It's okay. I'll ask Mother Wang to make some more food for our prince later."

"No need." Zhou Chang was afraid that he would have to listen to Aunt Jing nagging about this matter again. "I'll bring the skinny monkey into the palace later."

Aunt Jing wanted to ask what she was doing in the palace, but she kept her identity in mind and kept it to herself. She quietly cleaned up the mess on the table. Since she had gotten nothing in return, she was ready to leave.

Zhou Chang took a deep breath and was not angry with Aunt Jing. He also knew that she was only thinking about Prince Yi. Instead, he said, "Aunt Jing, there are too few people in the mansion. Even such a small matter needs you to do it yourself. If it is not possible, you should add more people. Don't work so hard."

If someone were urging her to get married while she was eating, she would not be able to stand it.

"What's the hard work?" Aunt Jing didn't take it to heart. "But the prince should have two more people around him. I'll find them for you."

"No, that's not what I meant..." Zhou Chang wanted to stop her but was unable to. Aunt Jing took the tray and turned to leave.

As soon as Aunt Jing left, Skinny Monkey appeared at the door of the study room. He was holding a cake that Zhou Chang had probably only taken two bites of, and he was chewing a big mouthful of it. "Your Highness, I heard that you didn't have a good breakfast? What a pity. Now Jindu City has issued a ban on entertainment, and you can't buy food on the street."

"Then I'll go to the palace to find something to eat." Zhou Chang has always envied the skinny monkey's good appetite.

Entering the palace was both a spur-of-the-moment decision and a long-planned one.

The thin monkey was surprised: "Is the prince going to the palace again to see His Royal Highness the Twelfth Prince?"

Zhou Chang looked out the window, but found nothing in Prince Yi's memory. "Where do you think those ministers discuss state affairs and spread gossip?"

"Ah?" The skinny monkey didn't hear her mumbling clearly.

Zhou Chang came back to his senses: "Ah, I mean, judging by the time, the fire in the imperial kitchen may not be extinguished yet."

"Your Majesty, are you serious? I'll go get the car ready right away." The skinny monkey was so excited that he wanted to rub his hands, but he felt something was wrong. "Is this okay?"

"What's the big deal? My son eats my father's food, so what?" Zhou Chang stood up lazily.

The former Prince Yi Fengming was too honest and too polite. She didn't intend to maintain this persona, otherwise this identity would be a waste of this identity and there would be no room for development. "Nine out of ten things in life are not satisfactory.

There are only about 10 or 20 things that are particularly unpleasant. ”