Mysterious mirror hanging high

"I wonder if this golden cup is made of any material related to the world of immortal cultivation. If it were just ordinary gold or jade, it would be nothing more than a useless work of art."

Jing Yu looked up at Emperor Zhao who was sitting in the main seat, and felt puzzled as he felt that his father's face did not look particularly good.

This [Golden Cup of Eternal Solidity] is of top-notch craftsmanship and materials used in the mortal world. It would be a very prestigious item no matter which mortal country it is in. My father is not the kind of monarch who advocates frugality, so why is he so arrogant?

Seeing that Emperor Zhao had no reaction to the birthday gift he had painstakingly prepared, Zhao Minglou felt that he had been let down. His originally arrogant demeanor suddenly weakened, and he bowed listlessly and returned to his seat.

"Your Majesty, I also have a birthday gift." Prince Zhao Mingyang said slowly at this time.

"Oh? I really can't guess what the prince will give." Emperor Zhao's eyes, which were originally slightly closed, opened a slit, showing considerable interest.

"Present it," Zhao Mingyang whispered to the tall and thin eunuch beside him, and the tall and thin eunuch handed over a gold-embossed letter.

Emperor Zhao took the letter, opened it, squinted his eyes, and looked at it for a while. Suddenly, he laughed out loud: "Good, good!"

What was written on the memorial that made Emperor Zhao so happy?

Not only Jing Yu, but also Zhao Minglou, who had just hit a snag, widened his eyes, a little confused.

Emperor Zhao put down the memorial in his hand with a smile and asked, "Where is the General Zhendong now?"

"Reporting to the Emperor, the Huaguo tribe has been in rebellion for just over a month. General Zhendong secretly mobilized the border troops and annihilated the enemy with a blitz. We are still in the enemy territory to clean up the mess..." Zhao Mingyang said respectfully:

"General, with the divine authority of Your Majesty, you have triumphed over the rebels and defended the territory of our great Zhao. This morning, the battle report was delivered to the Ministry of War. I, your son, happened to be in this position and, with great audacity, I offer this report as a birthday gift to celebrate your father's longevity and protection of the people of Zhao for thousands of years!"

Upon learning that the rebellion had been quelled, Emperor Zhao was clearly relieved. He jokingly said, "You've saved yourself the trouble of preparing a birthday gift for your father!"

"With such a wonderful birthday gift, what else could I have prepared?" Zhao Mingyang said with a smile. "On the contrary, the [Golden Bowl of Eternal Solidity] that my fifth brother just presented, paired with this military report, truly demonstrates that the territory of Great Zhao is intact and golden. It is truly appropriate for the occasion."

"Hahaha, well said! Today, Old Five has had a lucky stunt!" Emperor Zhao laughed.

The back-and-forth exchange between Emperor Zhao and Zhao Mingyang had already turned Zhao Minglou's mind into a mess. He obviously still didn't understand why his gift won the favor of his father again.

Jing Yu, who was silently gnawing on a chicken leg at the table, saw it clearly and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The Huaguo tribe in the south has been rebelling for more than a month. I'm afraid that the news has been suppressed by Emperor Zhao, but there is no wall that is impenetrable. It's okay for him, a powerless and marginal prince, not to know about it, but how could the fifth prince Zhao Minglou, who has the support of the Queen's family, not know about it!

He even sent a [Golden Cup of Eternal Solidity] when the border situation was still unclear. No wonder he offended Emperor Zhao.

This morning, the battle report of General Zhendong's great victory was sent to the Ministry of War. The matter had just been settled, but it was used as a birthday gift by Zhao Mingyang. But if you think about it carefully, it was indeed just a coincidence and could not be considered the prince's credit.

Just by changing his mind, Jing Yu suddenly understood.

The wonderful thing is that it cannot be attributed to the prince!

General Zhendong was a senior official single-handedly promoted by the current Emperor Zhao, and he had no personal relationship with the Crown Prince. This battle report was also obtained by Zhao Mingyang from the Ministry of War, not through the channels of the Eastern Palace...

The prince just delivered a message throughout the whole process, he really did his duty!

He just spoke up to help his younger brother out of trouble. Who can say that he is not a broad-minded and good brother?

If Zhao Mingyang ascends the throne in the future, regardless of what kind of emperor he will become, the current prince has reached the pinnacle of perfection.

Jing Yu shook his head. No wonder his elder brother had been able to sit firmly on the throne of the Eastern Palace for nearly twenty years. If the Queen wanted to help her son ascend to the throne, she was afraid that her hope was slim.

"Father, since my elder brother has borrowed the troops from the Ministry of War to celebrate the eternal stability of our great Zhao State, I would like to offer my gratitude in return." The second princess Zhao Mingyue supported her waist and handed over a memorial.

"Mingyue, what are you selling?" Emperor Zhao was in a good mood at this time. He took the memorial and took a look at it.

"what?"

"A policy paper?" Emperor Zhao exclaimed in surprise. "It's quite well written! Who wrote it?"

Zhao Mingyue narrowed her eyes and smiled, "My eldest son, what does the emperor think?"

"It was written by Cheng Yu. He's only twelve this year, isn't he?" Emperor Zhao sighed. "Excellent! Given time, he'll surely become a pillar of society... Mingyue, you have an extraordinary son."

Jing Yu secretly rolled his eyes: "There really is nothing new under the sun, good saintly grandson, right?"

Second Sister Zhao Mingyue also took a different approach. Unable to defeat Prince Mingyang, she resorted to using her own son as a competitor. However, it was said that the current heirs of the Eastern Palace were all mediocre, with no outstanding talents. Whether this would affect the direction of Emperor Zhao's succession was still unknown...

"Your Majesty, could you please let me have a look at my nephew Chengyu's policy proposal?" At this time, a child's voice was heard from the table.

The seventh prince Zhao Mingfu!

"Fu'er, come here, come to your father." Emperor Zhao was quite fond of this eight-year-old child. He carried Zhao Mingfu, who had come running, to the main seat and handed him the memorial in his hand.

Zhao Mingfu read the policy paper carefully and could not help but praise it, "Father, your nephew Chengyu wrote an excellent policy paper. I am far inferior to him!"

"Haha, Chengyu is four years older than you, so this is only natural. I heard from your husband's report that this year's political theory and military strategy scores were all A-plus?"

"That's right, but the birthday gift I prepared for my father was also a policy paper. It would be inappropriate for me to imitate him now." Zhao Mingfu said in a baby voice.

Clip it, keep clipping it for me.

Jing Yu rolled his eyes to the sky at this time. When did his seventh brother speak to him in such a tone when they were alone together?

"Oh? Fu'er also prepared a policy paper? Show it to me!"

Soon, a young eunuch handed in another memorial. Emperor Zhao read it and was speechless for a long time, and finally sighed.

"Fu'er, I underestimated you."

Seeing Emperor Zhao's reaction, Jing Yu knew that even if Zhao Mingfu's essay was not better than that of Prince Chengyu, it should at least be on par with him. But the problem was that Prince Chengyu was already twelve years old this year, while Zhao Mingfu was only eight!

Not to mention that there's a generation between Crown Prince Chengyu and Emperor Zhao...

Jing Yu thought that no matter how good a grandson is, he can never compare to his own biological son.

Wait, this is a conspicuous bag!

Jing Yu suddenly realized that even the eight-year-old Zhao Mingfu had prepared a birthday gift for Emperor Zhao, but he, the fourteen-year-old Sixth Prince who would be able to leave the palace and set up his own household in two or three years, had not expressed anything at all. This was quite eye-catching!

Didn’t we agree to sit at the kids’ table together?