To divorce his wife, the top scholar preferred being cuckolded to wearing a red hat.

He has served His Highness for many years and enjoys His Highness's deep trust. Now, Miss Su says that those who harm His Highness are those close to him—what does that mean?

"Don't be anxious, Eunuch Zhao. You are loyal to your prince, so it's not you, it's someone else."

Zhao Fu listened to Su Mingyue's words and turned his gaze to the person behind him.

"Who is this?"

"This is the soldier who rescued me last night. Although he doesn't seem very bright, I intend to keep him by my side because he saved my life last night. You don't suspect him of having any problems, do you? If he really had problems, why would he have gone to the trouble of saving me last night?" Xiao An sneered.

Su Mingyue's gaze fell on Fu Jingsheng.

He was dressed in a soldier's uniform, but with a different face; his skin was dark, and his eyes were filled with fear.

You wouldn't have guessed that Fu Jingsheng's acting skills are actually quite good.

Indeed, his disguise was very successful. But for some reason, Su Mingyue was convinced that he was Fu Jingsheng; perhaps his eyes were too convincing.

"This soldier has been following you all the way?" Su Mingyue did not reveal Fu Jingsheng's identity.

"In reply to Miss Su, I have followed His Highness all the way from the capital. If Miss Su doubts my identity, she can investigate. I have absolutely no disloyalty to His Highness."

“Miss Su, he has indeed been following us all the way. Are you sure you’ve got some things wrong?” Zhao Fu looked at the soldier’s face and felt a strong sense of familiarity.

If he hadn't been with the group the whole time, how could he have felt a sense of familiarity?

"The people are your own, so if you don't think there's a problem, then there isn't. Maybe I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, thinking that the people are right beside you. It's always good to be more careful. Your health is fine now, and your Uncle Wang is waiting for you up ahead. He said we'd go check on the grain together."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Xiao An stood up abruptly, dusted off his clothes, and glanced back at Zhao Fu and Fu Jingsheng: "You two come with me. Since Uncle Wang asked me to come along, it must be something important."

Su Mingyue walked in front, and they walked behind.

Seeing her approach, Xiao Zhan naturally waited for her to come over.

The two walked side by side, looking incredibly well-matched.

Fu Jingsheng followed behind them, watching their figures, their golden boy and jade girl-like figures stinging his eyes.

Su Mingyue whispered something to Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan noticed a few strands of hair had fallen out of her hair and helped her tidy them up.

Su Mingyue looked up and met his gaze, her eyes full of smiles.

“Uncle Wang,” Xiao An followed, “This season is usually the harvest season. There was flooding earlier, and now this disease has caused a stir. This year’s harvest will probably be affected to some extent.”

"That's why I brought you out here – to find a way to help with the grain harvest. No matter what, we must harvest the grain as quickly as possible so that the people will have food to eat for the rest of the year."

It will take at least another six months before the new season's food rations are available.

"Harvest? How do you harvest?" Xiao An's eyes widened. "You don't think I'd actually do farm work, do you?"

"If you can't do it, then let the people around you do it. Due to the floods, many places suffered a complete crop failure. In higher-altitude areas, the crops are still in good condition, but because of the disease, it's feared that the crops in some areas cannot be harvested in time. The most urgent tasks are to control the disease and harvest the crops. Most villagers are unable to work in the fields right now, so only I, the king, can arrange the harvest."

Xiao Zhan led them to a village.

The village is surrounded by golden rice paddies.

The rice stalks are already golden yellow. If another heavy rain comes, these rice stalks will be blown to the ground, take root, sprout, and become inedible.

If it rains in three days, we must harvest the grain within three days to minimize the losses.

However, the village's workforce had all been infected with the virus and were in the recovery period, so their physical strength was not up to par.

Regardless of their agreement, Xiao Zhan ordered them to start working.

Since the Fifth Prince was unable to work in the fields, Zhao Fu had to stay by his side. Naturally, it was Fu Jingsheng's turn to work in the fields.

It is true that Fu Jingsheng was born in the countryside, but since he could remember, his mother, Qian Shi, had never let him do any heavy work at home, and only allowed him to focus on studying the classics.

After getting married, he went to study in the capital and never did any housework.

He was somewhat bewildered when the Fifth Prince asked him to work in the fields.

I should have known better than to save the Fifth Prince last night and not show my face.

If he doesn't work like an ordinary soldier today, if he can't endure hardship and if he acts more like a scholar, it will definitely arouse their suspicion.

He couldn't help but look up at the sky.

It's morning, the sun has just risen and can't yet exert its heat.

"Xiao Jing, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and get down to the field!" Zhao Fu urged Xiao Jing, who was standing on the edge of the field in a daze.

Fu Jingsheng had no choice but to roll up his trousers, grab a sickle from the side, and start working.

He tried to cut the bottom of the rice seedlings like others, but his clumsy movements made a soldier next to him frown: "You must have never done farm work before, right? You should hold the knife like this and cut here."

“My family was poor when I was young. After my parents passed away, we had to beg for a living. I have never done this before. Thank you for your guidance. I will try my best to do well.”

"Begging?" The soldier glanced at his hands, which were fair and delicate, not like the hands of a beggar, but more like the hands of a penholder: "Your hands are so fair and delicate, if you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were a penholder."

"Hurry up and get to work, what are you two chatting about?" Wang Lin walked over: "Move quickly, we need to take this area back by noon today."

"Lord Wang, he doesn't know how, I'm teaching him."

Wang Lin glanced at Fu Jingsheng: "If you can't cut it, go to the front and help carry the load. Young man, you're strong, you're not telling me you can't carry it, are you?"

"Of course. I'll go help out up there." Fu Jingsheng groaned inwardly, but still went ashore.

He couldn't show any abnormality now, because if Su Mingyue discovered him, she definitely wouldn't let him off the hook.

As he said he was leaving, the soldier who had spoken to Wang Lin earlier said, "He doesn't seem like someone who can do any work. His hands are all clean and white, like a rich young master. Even if you let him go to the front to pick, he'll probably have trouble." The soldier grinned, revealing a few white teeth, and joked.

"You think you're so capable? Hurry up. Anyone who slows us down will get a beating."

The threshed grain had been loaded into baskets, one after another. Fu Jingsheng took a carrying pole from the side and picked up one of the baskets.

As soon as I put it on, I felt as if a thousand pounds were weighing on my shoulders.

He gritted his teeth and carried the load of grain on his shoulder. After only a few steps, he was covered in sweat, his steps were unsteady, and his shoulders were burning with pain.