Did the Seventh Prince attend court today?

"Young master, the Prime Minister requests your presence."

Just as Youlu was about to start, an elderly man dressed as a butler hurriedly ran over and respectfully bowed to him.

Xu Zheng had mentioned beforehand that the Prime Minister would invite him to meet alone, so he figured this steward was sent by the Prime Minister. He had no suspicions, greeted Xu Ruohuai, and followed the steward out of the theater.

With the deer gone, the guests, no longer having anything exciting to watch, turned their attention back to the stage. The man under the tree stood silently for a while, then turned and quietly left.

Liu Yanran tugged at Qin Rongrong's sleeve and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Rongrong, I didn't expect him to be so ungrateful..."

Qin Rongrong shook off her hand and stormed off angrily.

Liu Yanran, who remained where she was, gritted her teeth in anger. That lowly commoner not only ruined her plans but also humiliated her. She was determined to teach him a lesson!

The sounds of singing, reciting, acting, and fighting gradually faded away. Youlu followed the steward through the covered corridors, wandering around the mansion for a long time before finally arriving at a small path.

The steward stopped, bowed, and gestured for him to enter, saying, "The Prime Minister is in the pavilion ahead. Please, young master."

The deer nodded its thanks and walked along the path lined with colorful flowers and plants.

Unlike the Xu Mansion, which was somewhat elegant but exuded an air of poverty, the Prime Minister's Mansion was a place where every three steps revealed a new scene and every ten steps a new building. The pavilions and towers in the mansion were arranged in a well-organized manner, and the artificial hills and trees complemented each other, creating an artistic conception of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle.

As Youlu walked along, only one thought remained in his mind: "The Prime Minister's mansion is really rich."

Putting everything else aside, just consider this path leading to the waterside pavilion; the number of precious flowers planted along the way is countless, worth a fortune.

[As expected of a veteran of three reigns and tutor to two emperors, the Prime Minister's mansion is truly wealthy.]

A familiar sound rang in my ears; it was the Pixiu returning from its hunt for food.

The deer patted its little brother's head, didn't ask where it had gone or what it had done, and walked straight ahead.

At the end of the path is a quiet and unique waterside pavilion, with a plaque that simply reads "Waterside Pavilion."

Outside the waterside pavilion, the scenery was still magnificent, with gauze curtains hanging all around. Two crabapple trees stood nearby, their delicate pink blossoms reflected in the clear water, making them even more charming.

Youlu walked up to the pavilion gate and called out loudly, "This humble subject, Youlu, requests an audience with Prime Minister Su."

Emperor Wulong, who was playing chess with Prime Minister Su in the waterside pavilion, clicked his tongue and said, "He seems to have quite a temper, but why is he so well-behaved now?"

There was a hint of disappointment in his tone.

It is said that the emperor's mind is unfathomable, but Prime Minister Su understands his emperor's thoughts very well. Shengjing has been peaceful for too long, and His Majesty wants to cause trouble again.

Youyou sighed inwardly, and Prime Minister Su called out, "Young Master, please come in."

Having received permission, Youlu leisurely lifted the gauze curtain and entered the waterside pavilion. She immediately saw two people sitting on the couch playing chess, one kind and amiable, the other domineering.

"Hey boss, that person looks just like you!" Pixiu exclaimed.

You Lu remained completely unfazed. [This person is most likely the original owner's adoptive father, the current emperor.]

He gave a graceful bow and said, "Greetings, Prime Minister Su."

Prime Minister Su stroked his long beard and nodded, smiling, "Since you know your own background, you must have already guessed the identity of the person before you."

You Lu was secretly investigating Emperor Wulong's fate. Upon hearing this, he replied perfunctorily, "I know, I know. This is my father whom I haven't seen for seventeen years, the current emperor."

Sitting imposingly, intending to intimidate his youngest son, Emperor Wulong's lips twitched slightly: "..."

Does he look old?

Prime Minister Su suppressed a laugh and said, "Hurry up and pay your respects to your father, the Emperor."

Youlu readily agreed and continued with a perfunctory reply: "Your subject greets Your Majesty."

But I was having some doubts.

[Strange, why is my adoptive father's future so uncertain? Sometimes I can see it, sometimes I can't.]

"Is there a bug?" Pixiu asked, scratching his head.

The deer rolled its eyes at it. "My ability is innate, not a system. How could it have a bug? Someone probably used magic to block my cheapskate father's fate."

【What should we do? Emperor Wulong and the demise of Dayong are inextricably linked. Since we cannot foresee his future, how can we prevent it from happening in the first place?】 Pixiu was anxiously pacing around.

You Lu remained calm. "It's not a big problem. Although I didn't see the whole picture, I saw the ending for my cheapskate father. In the end, he will die on the battlefield to protect Dayong, which means he can be trusted."

"That's good, that's good." Pixiu breathed a sigh of relief.

[However, on the other hand, my emperor father was quite pitiful. He was just a bit ruthless in punishing corrupt officials and acted a bit eccentrically, so he was labeled a tyrant. Even though he personally led an army and died on the battlefield, he still couldn't escape the infamy. After his death, his name was even hung on the city wall as a protest. It was too tragic.]

As Youlu was still lamenting, Emperor Wulong suddenly slammed his fist on the table, pointed at him, and shouted, "You unfilial son! Stop spouting nonsense!"

You Lu was startled and blinked in confusion, "I didn't say anything."

Prime Minister Su looked at this one and then at that one, and said, "Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince did not speak just now."

Emperor Wulong was taken aback. Had he been hallucinating?

He looked at the seventh son he had just found with displeasure. Even if the boy hadn't cursed him, his attitude was still very perfunctory, so he couldn't be let off easily.

Just as he was thinking about how to teach this kid a lesson, that voice rang in his ears again.

[Why is the Emperor so easily startled? His heart is truly unpredictable; his expression changes in an instant.]

This time he saw it clearly. The unfilial son did not open his mouth, but the voice was indeed that of the unfilial son. Could it be that he heard the unfilial son's inner thoughts?

Despite the extraordinary event that had befallen him, Emperor Wulong was not alarmed; in fact, he found it amusing. He calmly observed the person before him and concluded that the person looked like him and was handsome.

Noticing Emperor Wulong's gaze, Youlu looked at him innocently, his heart pounding with anticipation.

[That look in his eyes is a bit creepy. Is he going to drag me out and kill me? I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of failing the mission and being trapped here forever!]

"It's alright, it's alright, it won't hurt you to look." Pixiu comforted him.

Youlu thought for a moment and realized that perhaps her attitude had been too perfunctory, which was why she had angered the short-tempered emperor. So she quickly forced a smile and said affectionately, "Father, your son missed you so much!"

But in his heart he thought: "Since you don't have many years left to live, I'll just coax you a little."

"Heh heh." Emperor Wulong sneered.

At the same time, doubt arose in his heart. What did this unfilial son mean by saying that he wouldn't live for more than a few years? Could this unfilial son possibly know the future? Xu Zheng dared to risk sending the person to him, so it was very likely that he knew something.

Seeing that pleading wasn't working, Youlu hissed inwardly, thinking to herself: [What's going on? If he won't listen to sweet talk, will he respond to force? Should I go up and punch him a couple of times? Would that make him happy?]

This is getting more and more absurd. Emperor Wulong's lips twitched, and he reluctantly said, "You just called me 'Old Father.' Am I that old?"

Youlu, suddenly struck by inspiration, exclaimed repeatedly, "Not old at all, Father Emperor, you are still young!"

At the same time, he thought to himself: "80 is the age to take risks, and my emperor father is only 42. He's too young; he still has a lot of potential to achieve."

The veins on Emperor Wulong's forehead throbbed; whether this kid was being hypocritical or not, he couldn't calm his temper.

Prime Minister Su leisurely sipped his tea, his smile so wide it almost disappeared from his eyes. Although something seemed a little odd about him, it didn't stop him from enjoying the spectacle. He was inexplicably happy to see the emperor humiliated.