We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

The night was deep, the candlelight in the Yangxin Palace flickered, and the slightly dancing fireworks cast fragmented light and shadows on the palace walls.

Li Che and the other man walked in slowly, only to see Emperor Qing still sitting behind the desk, flipping through memorials in his hands.

On the two tables below, there were two bowls of steaming shredded pork noodles. The simple celadon bowls made the noodle soup look more translucent, and the aroma wafted faintly.

"Are you here? Please sit down first. I still need to be busy for a while." Emperor Qing said slowly.

The two looked at each other and knelt in front of the table.

Li Lin's back was straight, but he couldn't hide the nervousness on his face. His hands were clenched and his palms were sweaty.

Li Che was completely different. As soon as he sat down, he stared at the bowl of shredded pork noodles and couldn't move his eyes away.

When we were drinking the wedding wine, the sister who fed us the wine was prettier than the sister who fed us the food. I only drank the wine and didn't eat much of the food.

He had just been fighting for a long time and had consumed a lot of physical strength. His stomach was already empty at this moment.

Although this shredded pork noodle is simple, it is a delicacy for Li Che at this moment.

Li Che sniffed his saliva and looked eagerly at the emperor in front of him.

Emperor Qing was dressed in a casual uniform with dark patterns, far from the majestic appearance he usually wore in a robe with flying dragons at court meetings.

He waved his hand casually, as if coaxing a child, and pointed to the two bowls of noodles on the table:

"Are you hungry? Eat something quickly. This is specially prepared for me by the imperial kitchen. I added extra shredded pork to help you stay full."

Li Lin heard this and said with great fear: "This is prepared by the Imperial Kitchen for my father. How dare I..."

Before he finished speaking, a 'slurping' sound came from beside him.

Li Lin's body suddenly stiffened and he looked back.

Li Che had already held the bowl in front of him, slurping the noodles in big mouthfuls, looking like a starving ghost.

"Sixth brother, you..." Li Lin quickly reminded him.

Li Che gave him a puzzled look: "Slurp...eat...slurp slurp...Father prepared this specially for us...slurp!"

Li Lin covered his face with his sleeves, feeling unable to bear the sight.

Emperor Qing put down his brush and looked at Li Che with interest, with an unconcealable smile on his face.

Since the princes returned to the capital, Emperor Qing summoned them many times, including many privately.

But without exception, they were all as reserved as Li Lin, acting in a very methodical manner and not daring to overstep the line.

Emperor Qing initially thought his sons had grown up, but gradually he became more and more uncomfortable, so he simply stopped summoning them.

When the son saw his father, it was like seeing a god, and the fear was far greater than the family affection.

Although this is what Emperor Qing wants, it is also what he does not want to see.

Only Li Che was different. After experiencing life and death, this kid seemed to have let go of everything and didn't consider himself an emperor at all.

The words in the letter were quite bold. I thought that when we met in person, he would behave like other princes. Now it seems that I was completely wrong.

This guy received all the letters when he wrote them...

"Eat now, don't be so arrogant." Emperor Qing said to Li Lin, then scolded Li Che with a smile, "Learn from your sixth brother, you need to be thick-skinned to eat your fill."

Li Che blew out a puff of hot air, looked up and smiled awkwardly at Emperor Qing: "Um...Father?"

Emperor Qing hummed, "What's the matter?"

"Is there any vinegar?"

Emperor Qing put down the memorial in his hand, and his smile widened: "Huang Jin."

"I'm here." Huang Jin walked out from the side.

"Go, get him some vinegar."

"According to the order."

Huang Jin turned around and was about to leave when Li Che stopped him: "Huang Daban, bring some more garlic. It would be even better if there was pepper."

Emperor Qing opened his eyes and glared at Li Che: "You kid, you are so picky about eating noodles!"

Li Che smiled and said, "Father, you don't know, there is an old saying among the people, if you eat meat without garlic, the flavor will be half gone."

Emperor Qing laughed dumbly: "Such a vulgar and perverted word, you kid..."

Seeing Li Che slurping noodles, Emperor Qing suddenly felt his stomach was empty and he was actually a little hungry.

He then said to Huang Jin, "Go, get him vinegar, garlic, and pepper, and ask the imperial kitchen to cook three bowls of noodles."

"According to the order."

Huang Jin was very quick and brought what Li Che wanted in a short while.

It would take some time to cook the noodles, and Emperor Qing was not in a hurry to eat. He just pretended to lower his head to review the memorials, but in fact he was secretly observing Li Che and the others with his eyes.

Li Che really wanted to eat it. He poured some vinegar into the noodles, sprinkled some pepper, and shoveled chopstick after chopstick into his mouth.

From time to time, I would take a bite of garlic and stuff a few pieces of shredded meat into my mouth.

Li Lin was a little reserved at first, but he was soon infected by Li Che's eating habits and started eating with big mouthfuls.

As Emperor Qing watched, he suddenly felt something strange in his heart.

Under the candlelight, the father was working at his desk while his two sons were eating noodles with big mouthfuls.

Perhaps it is difficult for such a warm scene to appear in the homes of ordinary people?

"Is it delicious?" Emperor Qing suddenly asked.

Li Che didn't even raise his head: "Of course it's delicious, but it's a little too little."

The food in this palace is all like this, everything is in small portions, and it is really not satisfying to eat.

"Eat slowly, the imperial kitchen is still cooking, I'm sure you'll be full."

Li Che nodded: "Thank you, Father."

Huang Jin came over with two eunuchs and placed three bowls of shredded pork noodles on the table.

Emperor Qing looked at the steaming shredded pork noodles in front of him and suddenly sighed:

"Back then, Chang Wudi was just like you, eating voraciously, as if someone was trying to snatch his food from him. His favorite dish was this shredded pork noodle. He could eat three or four bowls in one meal, even in a large bowl..."

As he spoke, he picked up a pair of noodles with chopsticks, his eyes full of emotion: "Ten years have passed in a flash, and Lao Chang has also been gone for ten years..."

"Li Che."

"Hey!" Hearing the emperor's call, Li Che quickly put down his bowl and said, "Your Highness is listening."

Emperor Qing narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Don't you like the little girl from the Chang family?"

"Son..." Li Che was stunned.

How come the emperor is just like ordinary parents, suddenly urging the wife to get married in the middle of a meal?

"After Chang Wudi's death, the Chang family declined a bit, but after all, they were the family of a duke, so they still had some money and some reputation in the army."

"Marrying his daughter will be a help to you."

Li Che quickly said: "This son does not need any help, father is this son's greatest support."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qing smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed.

"If that's the case, why do you still want to win over Zhu Chun and other military nobles and get them to join your party?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Lin's hair stood on end and the chopsticks in his hand fell onto the table.