The crowns spoken are beautiful, but unfortunately they are all unconstructive and impassioned.
The emperor was unhappy, and he couldn't help but save face for the prince in front of all the ministers. He praised him vaguely and waved his hand for the prince to stand aside.
His eyes, which were somewhat clouded by alcohol, burst out with the majesty of an emperor. He swept across the important ministers at his feet who were about to drop their heads to the ground, but none of them dared to raise their heads and confidently advise him.
They are a bunch of useless good-for-nothings. When there is nothing serious, their chirping is more annoying than the sparrows in autumn. Now when something happens, they all become dull gourds and remain silent.
The emperor became more and more angry. He lost the interest in discussing matters. He waved his hand to the old eunuch beside him to announce his resignation and hurried back to the imperial study. The prince followed the emperor's car and thought hard about the question that his father asked him just now.
He knew in his heart that the answer given in the court was just to get through temporarily, and the emperor was not satisfied. When he got to the imperial study room later, he would definitely bring up the old matter again, and if he tried to deal with it again, he would be the first to take the lead.[
When he arrived at the Imperial Study Room, before he could sit firmly on his buttocks, the emperor angrily said to the old eunuch beside him, "Pass an edict that the Seventh Prince Yan Xi should pay an audience in the Imperial Study Room."
If you have a headache, you need to take medicine. Although the emperor can't find the reason why he is unhappy now, it doesn't matter. He has a "universal pill".
"Father, the seventh brother is in charge of the defense of the capital, and he has a very heavy burden on his shoulders. Isn't it appropriate to leave this matter to him at this time?" The prince was as gentle as the best brother in the world, and he first defended Yan Xi.
"Prince!" Seeing through his thoughts at a glance, the emperor snorted coldly, "Now is not the time to win favor. If I don't leave this matter to your seventh brother, can you handle it next?"
Of course! The prince screamed silently in his heart, but when he spoke, he became more and more humble and said, "What my father taught you is that you have misunderstood my son. It is actually the seventh brother who has been fighting against Wei for five years.
I've been back for a few months, and I really can't bear to keep him up all night long before his physical strength has fully recovered."
The emperor sighed and said, "As an emperor, how can I rely on my own will for anything? Prince, don't say such childish words again. I know your seventh brother's ability well, and this little thing won't trouble him."