My wife is too strong, Mr. Chu can't stand it

It was because Ye Fan believed these things that he let the monk become the national teacher. This time, when he met someone as capable as Chu Heng, Ye Fan would rather believe it.

Chu Heng had this idea in mind. He frowned and hesitated, "I only heard Master talk about it. After all, this is a matter concerning the fate of an entire country. Master doesn't dare to speculate casually, fearing that it would reveal the secret and be unacceptable to Heaven."

Ye Fan frowned and said, "Since Heaven has sent down the Holy Son, why should we be afraid of revealing the secrets?"

"The laws of nature have their own arrangements, which are beyond the reach of ordinary people. If someone tries to peek into the secrets of nature without severe punishment, then those who have attained the Tao will have delusions and may even use the Holy Son to do evil."

After Chu Heng said this, Ye Fan really had a plan. He pondered for a moment, "In this case, the Holy Son should appear sooner or later."

"Since it is bound to happen, it is only a matter of time."

"But how can I know if he appears?" Ye Fan looked at Chu Heng, "Could it be that the Holy Son is right beside me?"

"That's... hard to say."

Chu Heng bowed and spoke awkwardly, "The palace is heavily guarded. If I hadn't been lucky enough to communicate with the dead, it would have been impossible for me to sneak into the palace.

If that fake monk catches your majesty's eye, even we common people won't have the money to bribe him."

Ye Fan was angry when this was mentioned. He asked Chu Heng, "I understand what the Taoist meant. There are some extraordinary people, but it is not easy for them to enter the palace and see me.

Even if you have real skills, it won’t be very clean after going up layer by layer.”

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. In fact, it is good for talented people to be scattered among the people. Exorcising evil spirits and demons is also a great benefit to the people."

"What the Taoist said is correct, but I don't know why you suddenly wanted to come to the palace."

Chu Heng replied calmly, "I just happened to come to the capital. I noticed something was wrong with the direction of the palace, so I thought of checking it out. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me."

Chu Heng really knelt this time. In ancient times, the emperor did not have gold under his knees. Moreover, Ye Fan was Ye Jin's biological father. He just regarded it as kneeling to his father-in-law and did not suffer any loss.

Ye Fan did not answer immediately, but asked Chu Heng, "Everyone says that I am the true dragon emperor, but there are still evil spirits causing chaos in the palace."

"Your Majesty, everyone has a soul after death. Those without attachments will be dragged into the underworld by the underworld messengers after death. Those with resentment and hatred will stay in the human world, and will naturally disappear when the attachment dissipates.

The few wandering souls I found were all in remote places in the palace. I guess Your Majesty has never been to these places.

However, I also find it strange. The imperial palace is an important place, and His Majesty's dragon energy is suppressing it. The wandering souls should avoid it and dare not stay in the palace.

Moreover, I asked the wandering souls and they all died in the past three years. Perhaps something happened three years ago."

Ye Fan picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Three years ago, the Imperial Master entered the palace. I think it was because of this evil monk."

"Your Majesty is holy."

Ye Fan put down the teacup and said in a deep voice, "Master, please stand up first. You have exposed the evil monk for me, and you are a meritorious official. You don't need to be polite when you see me in the future."

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."

Chu Heng stood up and sat back down silently.

Now he not only thought of those time-travel novels, but also of the bold stories about the heroines meeting the emperor, the prince and the princes. All of that was fucking bullshit.

For the imperial class, not kneeling is a crime of disrespect, and calling people "you and me" all the time is simply courting death.

However, Chu Heng also remembered the introduction of Emperor Ye Fan in history books. He was indeed a good emperor who worked hard and loved his people. Just look at his children. Including Ye Jin and Ye Yu, the child born to him, he had a total of six sons and four princesses.

He didn't have many concubines, except for the women who had been there when he was in the palace. He had only held one election after he ascended the throne, and he was not a man who was greedy for beauty.

Ye Fan was still thinking about the Holy Son, but Chu Heng obviously couldn't find him, so he didn't ask any more questions and changed the subject, "I heard from Changfu that the Taoist priest had met Xiao Qi."

"Xiao Qi is?"

Chu Heng pretended to be stupid. How could he, who came from outside the palace, know Ye Jin's identity?

"That's the child that the Taoist priest went back to visit today."

Chu Heng pretended to be enlightened, "I went to the palace to exorcise ghosts a few days ago and was exhausted. I fell from the roof and landed in the yard. I scared the two children and they bothered me for two days and took away their food.

I thought it would be bad to eat for free, so I asked the father-in-law to bring me a meal.

"Then what does Taoist Yi think of Xiao Qi?"

"He's quite well behaved, but a little thinner and weaker. He was fine when he left in the morning, but had a fever when he got home. I guess it's because the temperature difference between day and night is so big that he couldn't adapt for a while."

Chu Heng's tone was normal, and he didn't care about Ye Jindu at all. Instead, he acted like he was repaying Ye Jindu for the two meals.

Ye Fan's suspicion was slightly reduced, and he said, "Xiao Qi is my child, the seventh."

"Is it the prince? Then I, a commoner, still..."

"No problem. They say ignorance is not a crime. The Taoist priest is also unaware of the situation."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your forgiveness."

Ye Fan waved his hand and sighed softly, "I was also very happy when Xiao Qi was born. He has been just like his mother since he was young, delicate and well-behaved."

"Then why would you live in such a remote courtyard?"

"It was because of something that happened to Concubine Yue's mother's family, and the evil monk's comment that Xiao Qi had a bad fate. After his mother died, I didn't ask much about it."

Chu Heng really didn't know how to respond to this. He could only blindly praise, "Your Majesty is also doing this for the country."

"But now the evil monk has revealed his true face, causing him to suffer for so many years without any reason. I don't know how to face this child."

Chu Heng's heart tightened. Was he truly feeling guilty or was he afraid that others would think he was incompetent?

Chu Heng was a little undecided and could only carefully test the waters. "Your Majesty is not only the father of the Seventh Prince, but also the Majesty of the people of the world. I imagine Your Majesty must have felt bad at the time."

This was a disguised way of praising Ye Fan as a good emperor who gave up his own child for the sake of his country.

Chu Heng now understood why Su Jin always said that he looked like a eunuch. He really had the potential to flatter people.

Ye Fan felt much more relieved after hearing this. He tapped his fingers on the table and said, "In that case, why don't you ask the Taoist priest to accompany me to see Xiao Qi?"

Chu Heng agreed and followed Ye Fan to the cold palace.

Without sending anyone to inform them, Chu Heng followed Ye Fan into the house. There were still only the two young eunuchs left by Yuanbao and Changfu serving them.

But there was only an extra mattress and some food, nothing else changed.

The three of them knelt down in the room they came from, but were stopped by Changfu before they could shout out.

Ye Fan glanced around, frowned slightly, and felt unhappy.

Although he did not order Ye Jin to leave the cold palace, Ye Jin was still his biological child and a prince.

He actually lived in such a shabby place, and the food Changfu reported to him was rotten. It seemed that he didn't even take the emperor seriously.

But the emperor was an emperor after all. He did not lose his temper, and his facial expression quickly returned to normal. He walked into the inner room and looked at the child on the bed.

Ye Jin's fever had subsided, but her face was still pale. She curled up in the quilt with only her little face showing.

Although he has been raised by Chu Heng for some time, he is still thinner than a normal child.

Especially the weakness after a high fever, the breathing is very light.

Ye Fan looked a little distressed, and sat down sideways without caring whether the bed was clean or not, and raised his hand to cover Ye Jin's forehead to test the temperature.

It was a little cold, perhaps because of fright, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cracked lips moved a few times, uttering vague syllables.

Ye Fan leaned in closer to listen, and the voice was soft and a little tearful.