Transformed into a furry person, I am doing public relations in the Northern Song Dynasty

Zhao Chengyan refused several times, still wanting to serve his father. Finally, he could not bear the urging of the emperor and the empress, so he allowed himself to rest.

Only after he had washed up and lay down on the bed, in the dark and deserted place, did Zhao Chengyan let out a sarcastic smile.

I think the emperor is so sick yet he still doesn't forget to test me. Moreover, if he could use his energy on government affairs and benefit the people, there wouldn't be so many factions and strife in the court.

Even if we count on the sparrow, what good will it do? Can we count on the sparrow?

Now he can't even understand the thoughts of the mother who raised him!

Add to that the one in Concubine Wu's belly, and things are getting lively. Let's see who will die next and who will survive to the end.

He definitely doesn't want such a throne!

Even though Zhao Chengyan grew up in the palace, he still had trouble sleeping well over the years. He tossed and turned in the middle of the night, either because the mattress felt damp or the quilt didn't fit his body well.

Although the government was on guard against Zhao Chengyan, they would never treat him harshly over such trivial matters.

It was simply that the shadow of Zhao Chengyan's childhood could not be dispelled, and as long as he was still in the palace, he felt uncomfortable.

After closing his eyes and resting until dawn, Zhao Chengyan sat up and called out to the outside, his slightly hoarse voice lowered to a low tone.

"Mao'er, come here."

Zhao Chengyan's eyes were bloodshot, and Mao'er knew at a glance that the master had not slept well. However, the master and servant were of the same character, both looking tired.

"Sir, do you need me to help you change your clothes and wash up?"

Zhao Chengyan shook his head slightly and pinched his eyebrows.

"I'm in a hurry to go to the palace, but my father is still not well. I have to wait until he is well before I can go back. Please go back later and bring me some clothes and utensils I need to change into."

"I don't want my parents to worry about these trivial matters of mine after all the hard work they have done."

Mao'er lowered his head as if listening quietly, but as soon as the official opened his mouth, he knew that these words were not meant for him.

It's to prevent the walls from having ears.

Mao'er moved closer and handed over his palm unnoticeably. Sure enough, what Zhao Chengyan said was completely different from what he wrote.

It’s not a big deal though.

However, Zhao Chengyan was in a hurry to enter the palace and did not inform Liu Yunqing. Although Yunqing asked the servants in the mansion and found out his whereabouts, he was afraid that people would worry, so he asked Mao'er to go out and tell Liu Yunqing.

Secondly, Zhao Chengyan had been working hard in the palace for a day or two, and it was not known when the emperor would call him back.

He was used to such a life before and didn’t think much of it, but since Yunqing was by his side, he was happy every day.

Just like it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, Zhao Chengyan felt that life was really hard to bear. Except for his younger sisters, everyone else in the palace was annoying.

Perhaps he was also the one that others disliked, but the rules forced them to maintain a harmonious appearance. Without Liu Yunqing's comfort or some small personal belongings, Zhao Chengyan really felt that he could not hold on.

Mao'er couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and without waiting for the servant to get up, he went out to do his errand.

Zhao Chengyan lay down again. He didn't have to attend court, and the emperor didn't get up so early, so he could lie down for a while longer and deal with fewer people outside.

Zhao Chengyan didn't stand up until he heard the light footsteps of the slaves coming and going outside.

They had to help the officials with washing, changing clothes, taking medicine and eating, and occasionally they had to be on guard against the willfulness of the sparrows.

The government handed Que'er over to him, and when Zhao Chengyan handled government affairs, he had to explain the rules to Que'er and teach him some principles.

Even if there were two teachers named Chang and Que'er around, it would still not work. Zhao Chengyan had never seen such a naughty child.

Zhao Chengyan had an early memory and still remembered that when he was three years old, he had been studying with Duke Deng from dawn to dusk. Every day, before Duke Deng entered the palace, he would get up and study for half an hour. After Duke Deng left, he would also go to study on his own initiative.

Although he studied very hard at that time in order to please his father and mother, he also knew that studying was for his own benefit, to make himself wise and intelligent.

But when it comes to Que'er, he is really ignorant and even throws the pen in his hand away when he gets impatient.

He made a mess of the memorials and letters on the desk, and even stained Zhao Chengyan's sleeves with ink. When the teacher advised him against it, he did not feel ashamed, but burst into laughter.

Zhao Chengyan gave him a headache, so he simply ordered the servant beside him.

"Since the prince can't sit still, let's take him for a run in the garden while the weather is nice."

Then he discussed with Que'er and asked him to play for an hour and then come back to study for half an hour.

Although Que'er was reluctant, she saw that Zhao Chengyan seemed easy to talk to, so she readily agreed. Before she went to play with the little slave, she had already started thinking about how to persuade her brother to be more indulgent.

The two brothers did think of the same thing. Zhao Chengyan had never thought about teaching Que'er to read carefully later.

At his age, after running around outside for an hour, he would feel sleepy as soon as he sat down and listened to people reading. It was good to be sleepy, so he could sleep and have some peace and quiet.

When Que'er came back tired from running, she had some snacks and fell asleep when she heard someone reading. Zhao Chengyan pretended to be distressed and personally held Que'er in his arms to rest on the small couch next to him. Then he could handle government affairs in peace.

However, he must not appear to be too adept at handling things. When encountering a slightly more complicated matter, Zhao Chengyan would act hesitant and difficult, and would either ask for advice from the people in front of him, or leave it behind and send it back to the emperor and the empress.

Acting like this was very tiring, but fortunately there was a break for lunch and I could look forward to the next day.

Zhao Chengyan returned to the side hall, unable to do anything else, and asked Mao'er in a hurry.

"Why did you take so long? You kept me waiting!"

Mao'er smiled, first stuffed a bulging purse into the official's hand, and then pushed the food box in front of the official.

"You can't blame me for this. When I saw Madam Liu, I just told her how pitiful you were. Madam Liu was so distressed that she personally prepared some snacks for her. She said it was some steamed red date and egg cake, which took some effort."

"And this purse. You asked for something. Madam Liu is used to dressing up neatly, and she couldn't find anything suitable, so she took off her purse and gave it to you. Inside is the silk ribbon that Madam Liu used to tie her hair. Please keep it well."

These things really touched Zhao Chengyan's heart.

I saw him carefully hiding his purse against his chest, then he opened the food box and saw the orange-yellow egg cakes inside, each one was plump and exuded a sweet aroma.

Zhao Chengyan took a bite. It was soft and fragrant on the outside, with a light milky flavor. Inside was a core of jujube paste, dense and sweet.

Just this one bite restored all of Zhao Chengyan's strength and he felt like he was alive again.

"I...I can't help but cry."