The weak prince's queen

After seeing that Master Lin had eaten and drunk his fill, Madam Lin opened her red lips and said slowly, "Master, I have heard some rumors while I was out and about these past few days. I am really confused and don't know whether they are true or not." After she finished speaking, she looked at Master Lin with affectionate eyes.

Mr. Lin put down his chopsticks and asked with great interest, "Oh? What is it that makes my beloved wife so concerned? Tell me about it."

Madam Lin nodded slightly and lowered her voice, saying, "I heard that the Prince of Jin actually beat up the Princess of Jin in the street. This matter has now spread all over the city and is known to everyone."

Upon hearing this, Master Lin frowned slightly and asked seriously, "Is this really the case? Isn't this just a rumor?"

Mrs. Lin nodded with a determined look and replied with certainty, "Absolutely true! Master, what should our Lin family do now that we are facing this situation?"

However, after listening to this, Mr. Lin remained silent. He just sat upright in the chair, stroking his chin with his hand, as if he was thinking about something.

At this moment, the anxious Madam Lin could not help but speak again and suggested, "Master, in my opinion, why don't we seize this opportunity to severely denounce Prince Jin in front of His Majesty, so that he will receive the punishment he deserves. What do you think?"

Before she could finish her words, Master Lin slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily, "What do you know about court affairs, you woman?! The waters here are very complicated, how can you just meddle in them casually? Go back to your inner chamber and stay here! Read more "Female Rules" and learn the rules, and don't talk nonsense about these military and national affairs anymore!"

Mrs. Lin was frightened and pale. She stammered and wanted to say something, but when she saw Mr. Lin's angry face, she swallowed the words and turned away in dismay.

Mrs. Lin returned to her room in a rage and plopped down on a chair, her eyebrows raised and her eyes wide, muttering non-stop, "I'm so pissed! Nothing is reliable, every one of them is useless! Ah... No, I still have Yun'er and Hao'er, they're the apple of my eye." Thinking of this, she calmed down a little. Turning to look at her maid, Bijun, she anxiously asked, "Bijun, where are Yun'er and Hao'er?"

Bijun quickly bowed and replied cautiously, "Madam, the young lady is doing needlework in her room. As for the young master, I don't know where he is."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Lin frowned even more and raised her voice, "Hao'er, he's so unruly all the time. Where has he been this time? Send someone to bring him back to me!"

Bijun did not dare to delay and quickly responded, "Yes, yes, I will send someone to look for him right away. Please be patient, madam." After that, she turned around and left the room in a hurry to arrange people to look for Lin Yuhao.

Time passed minute by minute, and after about half an hour, a commotion was heard in the courtyard. Mrs. Lin was delighted, thinking it was her son who had returned, and hurried to the door to greet him. Sure enough, she saw several servants carrying a drunken young man into the room. It was Lin Yuhao.

Lin Yuhao's face was flushed, and he reeked of alcohol. He staggered as he walked, mumbling nonsense. Mrs. Lin felt distressed. She quickly stepped forward to support her son and anxiously asked, "Hao'er, what's wrong with you? How did you end up like this in broad daylight?"

However, Lin Yuhao ignored his mother's question. He opened his hazy eyes and saw Madam Lin in front of him. He suddenly grinned and reached out to grab Madam Lin's sleeve, shouting happily: "Beauty, beauty, come and have another drink with me! Hahahaha..."

Mrs. Lin's face was filled with rage. She put her hands on her hips and shouted to the servants around her, "What are you still standing there for? Wake this brat up for me!" Her sharp voice echoed throughout the room, making people look sideways.

As soon as he finished speaking, several servants hurriedly picked up a basin of icy water and poured it over the still sleeping Lin Yuhao without hesitation. In an instant, the water splashed everywhere, soaking the bed and the surrounding ground.

The cold water startled Lin Yuhao awake. He sat up with a start, wiping his face with his hands as he shouted angrily, "Who is so blind as to dare to do this to me? Don't you want to live?"

When he saw that it was none other than his mother, Madam Lin, the anger on his face instantly vanished without a trace. Instead, he adopted a fawning, ingratiating look. He quickly replied coquettishly, "Oh, it's Mother! How could you let someone treat a child like this? What if I catch a cold or get sick?" He deliberately feigned a pitiful expression as he spoke.

However, Mrs. Lin didn't seem moved by his performance. She kept her stern face and said unhappily, "Humph! It's better if you're sick. It saves you from spending all day out drinking and partying and doing bad things! Why don't you just stay home and find a proper job?"

Hearing his mother scolding him like this, Lin Yuhao hurriedly defended himself, "Mom, this is not my fault! It's not that I don't want to find a job, it's really that Daddy is unwilling to help! You have to help me put in a few good words in front of Daddy!"

Mrs. Lin's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes wide open as she glared fiercely at the young man in front of her. A hint of helplessness crossed her face as she scolded him, "Alright, alright, kid. All you do all day is show off your eloquence. Just stay quiet and behave yourself, and don't stir up trouble like you did before. As for your father, I'll naturally find the right opportunity to plead for him on your behalf."

Hearing this, Lin Yuhao, who had been feeling a bit uneasy, felt relieved instantly. A brilliant smile immediately blossomed on his handsome face. He nodded hurriedly and said, "Hey, then I'll trouble you, mother! I will definitely obey your orders and follow your arrangements in everything!"

Finally, Madam Lin turned her gaze to her soaking wet son, her eyes filled with pity. She gently urged, "Why don't you go down and change these wet clothes quickly? Don't catch a cold, or you'll be the one suffering."

Lin Yuhao responded obediently: "Okay, Mom, I'll come this way." After that, he turned and walked towards the inner room.

Looking at Lin Yuhao's gradually receding figure, Mrs. Lin couldn't help but shook her head gently and murmured to herself: "Alas, this kid is really a worrying guy..."