The princess was ordained by Heaven.

Zheng Xun didn't say anything; her current worry was that there weren't enough people.

Of course, what she lacks is not assistants, but truly talented people.

Finding He Wuyang nearby was already a pleasant surprise, but how many of the powerful and wealthy have ever been to the ground?

So we still have to look to the general public for help.

Moreover, her system could not possibly bring seeds from other dimensions; even if it did, it might bring disaster in different worlds and under different developments.

Therefore, ensuring that everyone in Dayong is well-fed is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

He Wuyang agreed to Zheng Xun's request and chose to set foot on this land, which also meant that he would spend the rest of his life here.

How many people can endure the loneliness and hardship that comes with this?

Zheng Xun wasn't sure how long he could hold on.

……

After the steward of the estate led them on a tour, they left together when it was almost time.

He Wuyang was going back to pack his things, as he would be staying at the estate permanently from now on.

Zheng Xun personally escorted him back to his residence. Before he got off the carriage, Zheng Xun couldn't help but remind him again: "Take care of yourself even when you're busy."

[And as for Zhou Pengtao, I'll go to the Imperial Hospital and snatch two imperial physicians to send to them.]

My dearest babies, you must all live long and healthy lives!

He Wuyang: ...

Was she a bandit?

Why did the imperial physicians need to use a gun?

Also, didn't she know that his weakness was feigned? Why was she so afraid that something might happen to him, and why did she still escort him to his doorstep? Did he really look that weak?

"Are you alright?"

He Wuyang was lost in thought when he heard Zheng Xun call him. For some reason, he blurted out his jumbled thoughts: "Me, Jiaohua herself."

Zheng Xun: ?

No, the talented person she just swindled seems to have run into some problems?

He Wuyang: ...

His face turned completely red in an instant.

Seeing his embarrassment, Zheng Xun couldn't help but laugh and said helplessly, "Let's go back."

Let your precious brain get a good rest.

Her words were like a fire on He Wuyang's backside, scaring him into fleeing in a panic.

Zheng Xun shook his head and slowly returned to the palace in his carriage.

As the carriage approached the palace gate, Zheng Xun lifted the curtain and saw a familiar figure pacing back and forth in the distance.

Upon seeing Zheng Xun, the other party hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Princess Yuanjia!"

Zheng Xun jumped off the carriage and asked in surprise, "Why isn't Eunuch Li with Father Emperor?"

"The Second Prince and the Emperor are arguing. Please, Princess, go and try to mediate!"

"Let's go!" Zheng Xun ignored the prepared sedan chair and strode out, asking as he did so, "What's going on?"

Eunuch Li was unusually troubled: "The Second Prince said some unpleasant things, and the Emperor immediately got angry, picked up a whip and was about to hit him. Neither the Empress nor the two princesses could persuade him to stop."

Now, perhaps only Zheng Xun can ease the tension between the father and son.

Zheng Xun felt that Eunuch Li thought too highly of her.

If even the Empress couldn't persuade the enraged Emperor, how could she possibly calm him down?

But that sounded too much like an excuse, so she just said she would try her best.

Upon arriving outside the Imperial Study, they heard the sound of porcelain shards shattering inside.

Zheng Xun's heart tightened, and he rushed inside.

The second prince knelt on the ground, with shards of broken porcelain flying everywhere. There were several whip marks on his back, from which some blood seeped out.

The Empress stood to the side, frowning, seemingly hesitant about whether to offer any advice.

Zheng Jiao and Zheng Jin stood behind her with their hands behind their backs, their expressions quite complicated.

Seeing the emperor's anger, Zheng Xun paused and asked loudly, "My father! The national treasury has only been full for a few days, how can you start wasting such good things?"

Looking at the broken porcelain shards on the ground, Zheng Xun clutched his chest in anguish: "This vase was so well made, how much silver must it be worth!"

The emperor's anger was shattered by her unexpected words.

He snapped at her irritably, "Are you that poor? All you see is a pretty vase?"

Zheng Xun honestly replied, "It's not that I'm poor, it's that we're all very poor."

The emperor was so taken aback by those words that he almost had a heart attack.

He snapped, "Fine! It's just a vase! You really care so much about me paying for it... I'll have the second prince pay for it!"

The Second Prince, whose whole body ached: ?

Good, good, he really is his own father. He beat him up and still has the nerve to ask him for money.

Seeing that the gloom on his face had eased slightly, Zheng Xun tentatively asked, "I wonder what Second Brother did to provoke Father Emperor to such a great fuss?"

The emperor, remembering what had just happened, became angry again.

Zheng Xun winked playfully: "Father, speak properly~"

When the emperor met her clear, sharp gaze, he felt a little intimidated for some reason.

He coughed lightly and explained with a cold face, "Do you know what your second brother said? He said your eldest brother is not suitable to be the crown prince, so why not depose him and let him take over?"

Zheng Jiao couldn't help but speak up for the Second Prince: "Second Brother was just joking."

The emperor snorted coldly and looked at the second prince: "Are you joking?"

The Second Prince ignored Zheng Jin's wink and shook his head firmly: "No, I am not joking."

The emperor couldn't help but retort, "You're quite proud of yourself? You're even proud of it?"

“Your subject has no right,” the second prince seemed determined to challenge him, stubbornly saying, “Your subject and elder brother are both legitimate sons. The position of crown prince should be given to the most capable person. If your elder brother is qualified, why can’t your subject be?”

Disappointment gradually appeared on the emperor's face: "So now you want to kill your own brothers?"

"That is absolutely not what I meant!"

Zheng Xun glanced at the Second Prince thoughtfully.

In fact, the second brother had no bad intentions. He realized that his eldest brother was too gentle and kind, and was not suitable to be the crown prince.

He didn't care at all who would become crown prince, but his elder sister's plans to go to Liaozhou spurred him on.

He wondered if it was because he, as the older brother, was too incompetent and irresponsible that his sister was in danger.

He wasn't unaware that this was his elder sister's decision; he simply felt that the Great Yong Dynasty needed someone with greater courage to step forward.

Therefore, he gave up the freedom he longed for and chose to step into the vortex of imperial power.

If his older brother can't do it, he will.

He wanted to be his sister's support; if she truly aspired to become a great general, he would gather provisions and stabilize the rear for her.

He wanted to be a support for his brothers and sisters; he didn't trust anyone else with this task, he wanted to do it himself.

The Queen wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

How heartwarming it is that her children have such a deep bond.

But they were born into royalty, and their ancestors' legacy was the throne, a prize coveted by everyone in the world.

In an ordinary family, her eldest son could have lived a life of leisure and wealth, while her second son could have done what he liked.

But they all have their own responsibilities and principles.

As a mother, she felt both gratified and conflicted.

The emperor was not appeased after hearing Zheng Xun's true feelings: "You want to be the crown prince? You said your elder brother didn't do a good enough job, so where do you get the confidence that you can definitely be the crown prince?"