His Majesty And Ministers - Chapter 15

Nearly noon, all the officials timidly withdrew from Taihe Hall, and the several big officials in charge of the cabinet all gathered around the Prime Minister of the Right, Lord Qin.

“Prime Minister Qin, we never even heard a sound about those memorials from the local officials in His Majesty’s hands…..”

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“…..That’s right, all the memorials that should be sent to the imperial study have to be reviewed by the cabinet first…..”

“Say, just what has…..”

“Enough, my lords.” Qin Youxiang walked unsteadily, but his tone was even and steady, “It is no longer what it used to be, and the emperor’s thoughts are unpredictable. You all perform and fulfill your duties and you will be able to keep your official uniform and guarantee the safety of your wife and children, as for the rest…..it is useless to say any more.”

This official talk was so impeccable that though the officials wanted to ask more, they didn’t even know where to start and could only shut up sheepishly.

Qin Youxiang didn’t look at these people either, he just continued to walk forward slowly.

Jing Ye looked up at the sky that was about to fall into the night, the clouds were surging, and the sky was colored in red and and orange.

“Ye Mao.” He looked around.

Ye Gonggong stepped forward: “Ai, Your Majesty.”

“It’s already this hour, why haven’t they arrived yet.”

“This…..” Ye Gonggong also did not know, “Perhaps they are held up by something. Your Majesty, shall we still wait?”

“En.”

The two of them just stood still on the grassy spot of ground, and the palace servants who accompanied them were sent away to prevent the two children from being nervous.

The sky was getting darker little by little, and the gorgeous sunset sky gradually faded into the long night.

Ye Mao beckoned the palace servants to bring the palace lanterns, and with a lantern he stepped forward and said softly, “Your Majesty, it’s getting late, let’s go back to the palace.”

Jing Ye’s eyebrows twitched and he raised his head to look at the darkness in the distance: “…..Fine.”

He raised the hand that had been hidden in his long sleeve, revealing an exquisite and colorful toy drum in his hand. When he shook it hard, it would make a “dong dong” sound. If little Jing Yun saw it, he would definitely clap his chubby paws in delight.

The soft light from the gauze palace lantern reflected on Jing Ye’s lonely profile, highlighting his expression of helplessness.

Before he came here, he had both parents and a successful career. Unfortunately, he could not have a child of his own. He also thought that if he was a heterosexual man, liked beautiful and gentle girls, and married a virtuous girl, then he would surely be envied by many people.

Unfortunately, assumptions can never hold.

Just like he couldn’t even imagine himself in the past now.

“…..Your Majesty?” Ye Mao called cautiously beside him.

“En.” Jing Ye came back to his senses, paused, turned around and began walking back, “Let’s go back to the palace.”

“Ai.”

Zhao Manor.

Zhao Mingde leaned on the small table by the couch, raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, “He actually dismissed Tang and Yin’s official status?”

Sitting in front of him was a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar: “Yes.”

Zhao Mingde thought for a while, then raised his head and said, “The emperor doing this, is this a provocation?”

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and said, “But Tang and Yin are unaware of the incident. In the past, the two of them only dealt with some court affairs that involved money but little power, yet the emperor inexplicably sent them to the southwest, and as a result, the money was robbed halfway through, and they were so scared that their souls practically fled their bodies, fearing of losing their life because of their failure in supervision,. It was only after being persuaded by the people we sent, did they sent a fake report that everything went smoothly.”

Zhao Mingde frowned.

“…..I’m afraid that it was really someone who was lucky enough to pass their memorial to the emperor, and the emperor learned that the money was taken.” The middle-aged man shook his head, “As for who put the memorial in front of the emperor, in my opinion, it is no doubt the Prime Minister of the Right.”

“Is that so…..”

Zhao Mingde didn’t continue. It wasn’t until a long time passed that he nodded as if he was truly convinced.

Jing Ye waited by the lake for the second time until it got dark.

Ye Mao looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, stepped forward and bowed: “Your Majesty, it’s time to return to the palace.”

“En.” Jing Ye guessed that this would be the result, but he still waited until this time.

“Go back to the palace.”

His Majesty the Emperor walked ahead with his head down. Ye Gonggong looked at his back from behind, and only felt a strong feeling of the bleak autumn wind being emitted.

On this side, Xiaoyi Pavilion was not so peaceful anymore.

Whe little Jing Yun found out that he was not being carried to see Susu the night before, he instantly opened his mouth and wailed. It was an hour of being held by his older brother and coaxed and kissed before his wailing stopped.

But who knew that the next day! It! Was! Still! The! Same!

So the little bun’s face really bulged into a bun (due to the need to gather air into his lungs), and with a “wah”, the wails that ensued were comparable to that of earthquakes. Even shocking Jing Le’s hand that held the sword to tremble.

Jing Le looked at his baby brother who was crying non-stop, and in the end his heart softened. He couldn’t help turning around and bowing to Lin Hangyu: “Shifu…..”

The man looked at him and then lowered his eyes: “If this doting becomes a habit, it will be difficult to turn it around later.”

“Shifu…..” Jing Le opened his mouth, but in the end still lowered his head. He turned and walked back to his younger brother, carefully wiping the tears on his tender face with his sleeve.

“Can Yun’er be good?”

“Wah…..” Little Jing Yun raised his two chubby paws, grabbed his outstretched hand, and looked at him with big black eyes, “Wah wah wah wah——”

Jing Le pursed his lips and turned his face away from him.

Little Jing Yun was practically about to die of sadness. Usually after he did this, big brother would give him whatever he wanted!

Lin Hangyu also turned his face and looked out the window.

The noise and clamor lasted until the middle of the night. Both this one adult and one child did not know how to look after a toddler. When the little guy became thirsty from crying, they would hand over water, and when he was hungry, they would hand over food. So little Jing Yun became more and more courageous, and in this regard, he made full use of the amazing physical strength that his father passed on to him.

In the end it still couldn’t be helped.

When the little guy finally fell asleep with tears in his eyes, Jing Le breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to climb into the bed and hug his brother to sleep, but found that the little guy’s body was hot.

At this, now the two people were really at a loss.

In Ping An Palace, Ye Mao slipped gently into the bedroom, and whispered beside the dragon bed, “Your Majesty?”

“En?” Jing Ye’s eyelids moved, and he made a sound in his throat.

“Your Majesty, something happened at Xiaoyi Pavilion.”

“Where…..” Jing Ye turned over and buried his head in the quilt, but then suddenly raised his head, “What did you say?”

Ye Mao: “Lin Gongzi went to the imperial medical college in person, and according to the imperial physician’s report, the young prince has a fever……”

“What!” Jing Ye sat up all of a sudden, “That Sword Sage or whatever, he wouldn’t happen to really not know how to take care of children, would he?”

Ye Gonggong muttered, “Would someone called the Sword Sage know how to take care of children?”

Jing Ye had already got up from the bed: “Light the lanterns! We go to Xiaoyi Pavilion!” As he spoke, he had already landed on the ground, stepping on the cold floor with his bare feet.

Ye Mao: “Ai, ai, Your Majesty, please wait…..let this servant call the palace maid to change your clothes first…..”

Inside Xiaoyi Pavilion.

The imperial physician sat at a small wooden table, so shabby it did not look like it belonged in the palace, his hands trembling as he wrote the prescription. Lin Hangyu, who was emitting cold air, was sitting quietly by the window, watching the little guy whose face was reddened from fever on the bed and said nothing.

Jing Le, with the wooden sword on his back, leaned against the edge of the bed, and looked at his brother, barely even blinking his eyes.

The room was silent.

It was dark outside the window. Jing Ye strode to the gate of the courtyard, raised his head and glanced at the plaque on the door, then stretched out his hand to open the door and stepped in.

The courtyard door squeaked, Jing Le’s ears twitched, and he turned to look outside, but the little guy on the bed suddenly stretched out his arms, and the little chubby paws touched Jing Le’s fingers.

He quickly turned around and grabbed his brother’s hand: “Yun’er?”

“Sir Lin.” Jing Ye walked into the courtyard, “May Zhen come in and take a look at the little prince?”

Lin Hangyu’s thin lips pursed slightly. But Jing Le couldn’t bear it any longer. He stepped forward and knelt down and said, “Shifu, let him hold Yun’er. Maybe Yun’er will be more comfortable.”

Waves appeared in the man’s eyes, he was silent for a while, but finally said, “The door is not locked.”

Although the words were not loud, Jing Ye outside the house could hear it clearly, and immediately stepped forward to open the door. The imperial physician at the table hurriedly put down his pen and knelt on the ground: “Paying respect to Your Majesty.”

“Is the prescription ready?” Jing Ye walked over and picked up the prescription, looked at it closely, and suddenly couldn’t help being exasperated, “You have been here for such a long time, and you haven’t written anything?”

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the man by the window.

“This…..” The imperial physician tucked his neck in fright, and after thinking for a long time, he carefully replied: “Actually…..according to…..according to this official’s investigation, the little prince’s fever is not because of illness, but from teething.”

“Teething?” Jing Ye was stunned for a moment, remembering that when he watched his brothers take care of their children this word had come up before, so he felt relieved, “It’s not a misjudgment?”

The imperial physician bowed his head and said, “The prince’s body is hot but the back of his ears are as usual. Thus a sign of teething. It is recorded in “Secrets of the External Body”: ‘When teething occurs, the body becomes hot, the pulse becomes disordered, the sweating becomes profuse, and the eyes become unclear. Slightly similar to suffering a fright.’ It is all in line with the symptoms of the little prince, so this official predicts that his fever-like symptoms are due to teething.”

“Let Zhen take a look…..” Jing Ye walked to the bed and sat down. He picked up little Jing Yun in his arms and felt the temperature of his ears. And indeed it was as usual, and his heart finally went back to its usual place: “Good. Ye Mao.”

Ye Gonggong, who was standing by the door, bowed: “Ai, Your Majesty.”

“Pour some clean warm water for the prince to drink, not too hot.”

Ye Mao nodded and was about to turn around, but was stopped again: “Have someone bring a bottle of the new tribute rose dew from the palace. It’s sweet, and the little guy will like to drink it with water.”

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“This servant will go now.”

“Your…..Your Majesty.” Jing Le pressed the edge of the bed and stared up at his little brother’s sleeping red face: “What’s wrong with Yun’er?”

Jing Ye rubbed his head and chuckled: “He’s not sick, he’s grown up.”