Rich Peasant Girl: The General's Wife Has Space

So at the court meeting the next day, the eldest prince pretended to be concerned and reported to the emperor with a worried look on his face: "Father, I have something to report."

"Oh? What does Your Majesty have to say?"

"Your Majesty, I think my second brother should have arrived at his fiefdom by now. I'm a little worried that he might not be able to adapt to the environment there, so I'd like to ask Your Majesty to send someone to visit him."

"Oh? My son is thoughtful. He really is like an elder brother and is friendly to his brothers." The emperor's expression could not tell whether he was happy or angry, but what he said were words of praise.

Unfortunately, as mentioned before, the eldest prince is simple-minded and violent, and cannot understand the emperor's expression at all.

Just hearing the emperor's praise, I couldn't help but feel secretly complacent in my heart.

Little did he know that all the ministers saw this and shook their heads and sighed in their hearts, thinking that he was a hopeless case and was far inferior to the Second Prince.

With such a simple mind, can't you guess the emperor's intention?

If you really want to be friendly and brotherly, you should go by yourself!

Moreover, knowing that the emperor was tired of the second prince, he still deliberately brought bad luck upon himself at this critical moment. Was he judging whether the emperor hated the second prince enough?

Is this what they call brotherly love?

They didn't even bother to watch such a simple trick used on the emperor.

The eldest prince waited for a long time, but he didn't hear the emperor say that he would send someone to see the second prince, so he couldn't help but look up at the emperor.

The emperor's face was gloomy and uncertain, his eyes were staring at him without saying a word. The eldest prince couldn't help feeling nervous and uneasy.

After a while, the emperor withdrew his gaze and slowly said to Li Mingyuan: "In that case, then you should go see your brother and let Zhao Xian accompany you."

The eldest prince was stunned. He goes?

What he meant was to ask his father to send someone to take a look, and then he would insert his own people in it. That way, when he went to the fiefdom and Li Mingyue was not there, he would have a legitimate reason to file a complaint.

He didn't want to go to such a remote place to see a poor prince. Why should he suffer such hardship? Did Li Mingyue deserve it?

Even if he went, he might as well go to the northwest to fight and earn military merit.

The war in the northwest was tense, and he was afraid that if he was away, the throne would change and he would not be able to return in time.

And even if he went, his father asked Zhao Xian to accompany him, so how would he have the chance to frame Li Mingyue?

Zhao Xian is my father's trusted minister and also the imperial censor. With him watching over me, how can I escape unscathed?

He still has to stay in the imperial city to build up his own power. If he leaves at this critical juncture, wouldn't it make room for the third prince Li Mingshun?

"Father, I, I am not..."

Before he could finish his words, the emperor's face darkened. He stared at him intently and asked, "Why, my son, you don't want to go? Aren't you worried that your second brother isn't doing well in his fiefdom?"

"Father, your son, your son, your son, that's not what you meant." Li Mingyuan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. The third prince Li Mingshun smiled.

"Royal brother, you must have had a hard journey. Please take care of yourself. I will be waiting for you to come back to the capital. Please give my regards to my second brother." Li Mingshun acted like a good brother who was worried about his elder brother and greeted him with concern.

This idiot thinks he is smart. He should leave Beijing and go see his brother as soon as possible.

This is just the right time to make room for myself so that I have time to perform well and win over the ministers.

"When have I ever... not, I..." Li Mingyuan gritted his teeth in anger, this mean-spirited third brother!

"Are you willing to go?" Emperor Mingde of the Yuan Dynasty stared at his eldest son with fierce eyes.

Li Mingyuan lowered his head and said hurriedly, "Father, your son is willing to go."

"That's good. It seems that you are acting like an elder brother. I am very happy." Emperor Mingde showed a relieved smile on his face.

Seeing this, Li Mingyuan's worry turned into joy. It seemed that he had hit the mark unexpectedly and won the favor of his father.

Humph, Third Brother, don’t be so proud. When I come back, I will take care of you sooner or later.

The smile on Li Mingshun's face gradually disappeared, his expression kept changing, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The other princes just stayed out of the matter.

Emperor Mingde looked at his sons sitting under the dragon throne and sighed deeply in his heart.

They are useless and not presentable. The Yuan Dynasty's destiny depends on these idiots. How can I explain to my ancestors when I go to the underworld?

The second son is quite good, Emperor Mingde fell into deep thought.

But the second brother was not sure what was going on in his fiefdom at the moment, so it was a good opportunity to send Zhao Xian over to see what was going on.

The emperor looked at the ministers below, all of whom had different expressions. They were obviously worried about the prince's performance, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

The court meeting was over and the ministers filed out, sighing as they walked.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, these princes..."

"Brother Li, please be careful with your words, hey..."

Among the princes, the two teams headed by the third prince and the eldest prince each set up their own camp.

There were also some princes who wanted to say goodbye and leave early because their mothers had low status or they were naturally unwilling to get involved.

The Third Prince, Li Mingshun, called out to the princes who were about to leave: "Fifth brother, Eighth brother, let's go to the newly opened Yunkelai restaurant for dinner together."

The fifth prince was gentle by nature and somewhat weak, so he seldom interfered in political affairs.

His biological mother, Concubine Shu, was a princess of Yilan. The fifth prince had foreign ancestry, so there was no possibility for him to inherit the throne.

But because he looked most like the emperor, was gentle, polite, and friendly to his brothers, the emperor favored him.

None of the princes cared much about it, because the fifth prince's frail health and family background meant he was doomed to have no chance of competing for the throne.