Traveling through an ancient military camp: Bao'er's survival song

Seeing Peng Zizheng's indignant expression, the Emperor found it amusing and instead advised him, "Do you think being Empress is so easy? The Grand Tutor and the Duke of Cheng'en both dote on their daughters, so I don't mind."

Seeing that the emperor had moved on from the topic, Peng Zizheng remained silent and continued to talk with the emperor about the five disciples of Master Wuhen.

The day after Peng Zizheng returned to the General's Mansion, he heard that the Eighth Prince, Liu Shu, had been granted the title of Prince by the Emperor, and that the Imperial Concubine Chen had been granted the privilege of leaving the palace to live with her son. This news made Peng Zizheng extremely happy. It seemed that the Emperor had drafted the decree shortly after he left. It appeared that even the Emperor, as deep and calculating as he was, could not tolerate the Imperial Concubine Chen's repeated harassment. Unable to do anything to this stepmother, he simply couldn't wait for the Eighth Prince's wedding and directly allowed the mother and son to leave the palace and establish their own residence.

Prince Liu Shu, who returned to the capital with Li Baobao, was also surprised. He had only been gone for three or four days, and upon his return, he had been granted the title of Prince? Not only had his emperor brother granted him the title of Prince, but he had also been bestowed with a Prince's Mansion and all his belongings from the palace, along with his mother, had been sent to him. Liu Shu didn't have time to return to the Prince's Mansion. He told Li Baobao to go back to her private residence first, while he hurriedly went to the palace to express his gratitude. Who would have thought that his emperor brother, who had bestowed such a great favor upon him, didn't require him to express his gratitude, and didn't even see him. He simply sent a eunuch to deliver a message, first praising him for his "distinguished virtue and deep filial piety," and then saying something about "his mother's hard work and dedication, hoping that he would always cherish a heart of gratitude and stay by his mother's side." These decrees left Liu Shu somewhat stunned. He wondered why, when he was granted the title of Prince and a mansion, so many things about his mother were mentioned. Could it be that his mother's usual acts of kindness towards His Majesty the Emperor had finally moved him, and that he had earned this title of Prince because of his mother's status?

The old eunuch Ruifu, who came out to deliver the message, saw that the Eighth Prince was deep in thought and kindly offered a suggestion: "The Imperial Concubine is getting older. The Eighth Prince should spend more time with her on weekdays, so that she won't miss her son too much and get hurt or something, which would worry His Majesty."

Upon hearing this, Liu Shu's face darkened. He immediately understood that his younger brother, the emperor, was annoyed by his mother's nagging. He quickly knelt down outside the palace to express his gratitude before leaving.

As Ruifu stood back beside the emperor, Emperor Liu Xu, who was reviewing memorials, asked without even looking up, "How much did you earn this time?"

Just as Ruifu was about to reply with a smile, his eleven-year-old godson, Xiaofuzi, interrupted disdainfully while grinding ink, saying, "There definitely isn't a single coin! Your Majesty, you're still not giving up on the Eighth Prince's stinginess!"

Ruifu quickly scolded him lightly, "How dare you!" and then replied to the emperor with a smile, "His Highness the Eighth Prince is honest and kind, and naturally does not understand such petty matters."

The emperor stopped reviewing his documents and glanced at Ruifu. Ruifu was startled and suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing. If he, a close attendant of the emperor, was doing such petty things, then what was the emperor? Ruifu immediately knelt down, slapping himself in the face and saying that he deserved to die.

The emperor waved his hand to let him get up and said, "Ruifu is sixty-three now, right? There's no need to talk about dying so easily. I heard that sound just now, and I guess your kneecap is also suffering. Go down and apply some ointment to rest for a couple of days."

Rufu, sweating profusely, knelt down again: "This servant thanks Your Majesty for your great kindness."

Xiao Fuzi knelt and rose along with his godfather, not daring to help Ruifu. After Ruifu left, Xiao Fuzi, continuing to grind ink, reminded himself: I must not speak carelessly again; His Majesty the Emperor is very powerful.