Mother, I have returned to the throne.

By the time Song Yuan returned to his residence, it was already early in the morning.

"Go to the Ministry of War for me tomorrow and ask for leave!"

Song Yuan was sleepy and planned to skip classes tomorrow, but before he could do so, someone from the palace came and interrupted his sleep.

"Your Highness, have you forgotten the rules?"

As a popular figure beside Song Youji, Eunuch Qiu smiled and introduced him to Song Yuan.

"There are only three days left until you marry Miss Situ. According to tradition, you must go to the ancestral temple to pay homage and comfort the spirits of the deceased emperors in heaven!"

Song Yuan was in a daze when he suddenly heard people talking about so many rules.

For a moment, I just felt my scalp tingling.

Finally, he was appointed and followed Eunuch Qiu to the palace.

Like a puppet, he was manipulated by the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

Should I take a look at myself in the mirror? Song Yuan just felt like a clown at this moment.

The clothing of the Qin Dynasty was similar to that of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

However, Song Yuan's figure cannot support slightly bulky clothes.

After finally cleaning up everything, I just felt a little out of place.

Even Song Youji couldn't help but frown when he saw it.

"I've told you before, take better care of yourself. You're so thin now, you can't even wear clothes. If you go to the frontier, I wonder how long you can live!"

Song Yuan felt a little aggrieved as he was being accused without any reason.

But the other person happened to be his own father, so even if he was angry, he couldn't say much at the moment.

"Father taught me that!"

Song Yuan patiently bowed and paid his respects, then followed this cheap master in front of him, dragging his tired body, into the Taimiao.

The officials in the Ministry of Rites usually have nothing to do.

Now that they have finally made their mark, they are all as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

According to the tradition of the Qin Dynasty, the wedding ceremony of a prince was quite complicated.

Song Yuan was being held by someone, and when he heard the official from the Ministry of Rites explaining the procedures, he felt a headache.

After all this operation, isn’t it a waste of a day?

The ancients were really something, always paying attention to pomp and circumstance.

Waste people and money!

It’s just a marriage, why is it so complicated?

According to Song Yuan, if we just get a certificate, we can save the banquet.

Wouldn’t it be better if everyone could be simpler and get along better?

By daybreak, officials from the Ministry of Rites had already made their preparations.

But Song Youji is attending the morning court and has not returned yet.

Without the real owner, the subsequent steps naturally cannot proceed.

At that moment, Song Yuan could only be patient and wait in the Taimiao for a long time.

Until Song Yuan became a little annoyed, he saw Song Youji and the queen finally arriving late.

According to the rules, Song Yuan's biological mother should have participated, but she was just a maid and died early. Now it is the queen who is in trouble.

But because of my personality, I had to follow two grown men for a long time!

It was not until noon that the tedious process was finally completed.

The queen dragged her exhausted body and left slowly. Looking at her back, Song Youji couldn't help but feel a bit sad.

With the death of the prince, the relationship between the two became increasingly distant.

Song Youji seemed to be deliberately trying to avoid the Queen Mother.

Song Yuan was standing aside and even saw a hint of coldness in Song Youji's eyes.

As the saying goes, everything will turn into its opposite when it reaches its extreme. After the prince's tragic death, Song Youji was moved by the scene.

Naturally, I subconsciously resisted everything about the prince before.

As a member of the royal family, Song Yuan has heard a lot of news.

At this moment, Song Youji's indifference further confirmed Song Yuan's guess that after his wedding, the queen would probably be in trouble.

Song Youji re-established the crown prince and deposed the queen, which was an inevitable process.

Even though Song Youji was reluctant, he had to continue.

Otherwise, the country will have no one to inherit it.

The chaos below will never stop!

In front of Song Yuan, Song Youji shook his head and finally said something pleasing: "Come on, have dinner with me!"

Song Youji said this and glanced back at Song Yuan.

As far as I can remember, the number of times I sat at the same table with Song Yuan was very few.

At this moment, Song Yuan was about to leave the imperial city, and there was a hint of tenderness in Song Youji's eyes.

As they talked, the two of them walked towards the depths of the palace.

As time went by, Song Yuan's expression gradually changed.

its not right.

What on earth does this cheap old man want to do?

Normally, meals should be eaten in the imperial kitchen.

But just now the two of them clearly passed by the door of the imperial kitchen without stopping at all.

What is this old man up to?

While Song Yuan was still hesitating, he saw Song Youji finally stop.

He subconsciously raised his head, took a look, and was instantly frightened.

I go.

Why are you here?

Looking at the magnificent palace in front of him, Song Yuan's heart couldn't help but be moved.

This is where the East Palace is located.

Could it be that this cheap old man has taken a fancy to me and is planning to let me enter the Eastern Palace and become the crown prince directly?

wrong.

He clearly denied my inheritance rights in front of all the civil and military officials.

Now he doesn't give me any benefits, but brings me here. What if this matter gets out?

Wouldn't I then become a nuisance in the eyes of the other princes?

Thinking about the significance of the Eastern Palace, Song Yuan felt a little overwhelmed.

But Song Youji didn't say anything, so he had no choice but to follow him.

After a while, in the East Palace Hall.

A group of palace maids and eunuchs have already arranged a dinner.

Looking at the steaming food in front of him, Song Yuan couldn't feel happy at all.

Sitting on the bench, twisting and turning, I felt as if there were nails under my butt.

"Do you know why I called you here?" Just when Song Yuan was feeling uneasy, Song Youji, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

In one sentence, Song Yuan felt confused.

No, you brought me here!

Now you ask me the reason, I don’t know the truth!

Song Yuan was secretly furious, but on the surface he had to put on an innocent look: "Father, I... I really don't know."

Such acting skills are really difficult for the tired Song Yuan.

Song Youji shook his head, a hint of worry between his brows: "Then let me ask you, how many brothers do you have left now?"

After hearing this, Song Yuan became even more panicked.

No, Lao Deng, let’s just say whatever you want to say. What exactly do you want to do?

In the royal family, the prince died tragically.

As for the brothers, the fifth one also died early.

Talking about living people, including Song Yuan, there are only seven at most.

"Your Majesty, there are still seven of us brothers who are still alive!" Song Yuan thought for a moment and gave the answer.

However, he didn't expect that Song You wrote down a sentence that made him jump up from the stool.

"Then let me ask you, who among these seven people do you think is most suitable to be the crown prince, besides you?"

No, Lao Deng, you are obviously setting a trap for me, right?

Song Yuan frowned and his heart beat wildly.

For him, this is definitely a fatal question!

You know, even the powerful prime minister Lin Fu probably wouldn't dare to respond directly to the talk about the crown prince.

Song Yuan is still weak and inexperienced now, how dare he get involved?

"Father, I really don't dare to respond to this!" After hesitating for a long time, Song Yuan looked a little solemn and revealed an expression that was uglier than crying.

I just hope that by pretending to be pitiful, I can get through this disaster safely.

Unexpectedly, Song Youji was determined to get a response from Song Yuan.

"I asked you, but you didn't dare to answer. Could it be that you mean there are people more powerful than me?"

This time, when Song Youji spoke, he even changed the original address.

Song Yuan suddenly came to his senses and subconsciously raised his head.

The cheap old man asked with a serious look in his eyes, clearly with a hint of severity.

Damn it, just die!

Seeing that he would be stabbed if he stuck his head out today, Song Yuan decided to just go for it.

Who cares what it means.

Whoever offends me, I will lift him up now!

In just a moment, Song Yuan had already thought of the answer: "Father... I think that Third Brother... might be made Crown Prince..."

Just a short sentence made Song Yuan stumble and break out in a cold sweat.

Song Youji was still not satisfied and pressed on, "You and the Third Brother should have the worst relationship, right? I'm a little surprised to hear you say that."

No, don’t tear people apart when they are in trouble. Don’t you understand this principle?

Seeing that Song Youji was still asking questions, Song Yuan gritted his teeth and explained, "Father, my third brother has already apologized to me in person in the hall. There's no need to bring up the so-called grudge."

"As for my third brother becoming the crown prince... As the saying goes, elders come first. Among all the brothers now, my third brother is the oldest besides me. It makes sense for him to be the crown prince!"

After just a few words, Song Yuan felt his whole body go limp.

It was really these words that consumed all his mental energy.

As the saying goes, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger.

Now Song Yuan is equivalent to making a choice on behalf of Song Youji in front of him.

Any answer given will be unsatisfactory.

Song Youji suddenly changed his attitude, and it was possible that he would be killed!

As the words fell, Song Yuan stared at Song Youji in front of him.

I was afraid that the other party would suddenly change his attitude and my life would be in danger.

But it’s okay… Song Youji picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the food.

Put it in your mouth, chew it slightly, and it seems like you are thinking.

After a long time, he finally said a word.

"If your third brother truly repents, that would be a good thing... However, I'd like to hear your opinion."

"When he apologized to you before, was he sincere or just pretending to be nice?"

No, you're asking me about this?

You are my biological father, do you want to see me die?

Can we change the subject? I don’t want to be a prince anyway, so please don’t test me!

Faced with the continuous questioning, Song Yuan was really anxious.

This time there was a long silence before he responded.

"Right and wrong are complicated, and I dare not speak rashly, but I believe that your eyesight is sharp, so nothing should escape your observation, right?"