Chapter 88 Father and Son "boom!" Almost at the moment when Jiajing finished speaking, Prince Yu's brain went blank. After he reacted, his whole body trembled, and the next moment he fell to his knees with a plop. "Father, Your Majesty, I am your son, your son..." Prince Yu knelt on the ground, fear spread all over his body, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. In the not-so-big side hall, Prince Yu felt as if there was an unprecedented pressure at this moment. He felt an invisible hand holding him tightly, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. "You hate me." Jiajing walked over to Prince Yu with a wooden spoon in his hands behind his back and stood still. "No, no." The moment Jiajing opened his mouth, Prince Yu trembled again. He subconsciously glanced at Jiajing and said in a trembling voice, "Son, your son, your son dare not..." "You do!" Jiajing said in a low voice, approaching step by step, "Do you think I hate you?"
“No, I dare not…” Prince Yu lowered his body as much as possible, and as Jiajing approached, he trembled more and more violently. "After your mother died, I did not posthumously confer a title on her. Do you feel resentful about this?" "No, Father, Your Majesty, I, your son, dare not..." "As her son, you should have spent three years in aging, but I did not allow it. Are you starting to feel resentful?" "No, no, I didn't..." Prince Yu's body began to move backwards restlessly, with a crying tone in his voice. "Officials were not allowed to observe mourning. When ministers were writing a document to confer a posthumous title on her, I ordered them not to kneel or bow. Do you think I was humiliating you and your son?" "Father, Your Majesty, I am your son, your son..." At this time, Jiajing had already come and stood in front of Prince Yu. Prince Yu had already burst into tears. He fell to the ground with his fists clenched tightly. Jiajing looked down at his son lying on the ground with an expressionless face, without any trace of joy or anger on his face. "Raise your head." Jiajing said calmly. The calm tone made Prince Yu's body tremble again, but he still slowly raised his head and met Jiajing's eyes. His heart trembled again, and then he quickly glanced to the side. "Do you see clearly?" "Son, son, I see clearly..." "Then in your heart, do you think that my time is up? I want to hear the truth." Jiajing said, leaning forward slightly, staring at Prince Yu with his deep eyes. "May your Majesty live forever. I, your son, your son..." Prince Yu was extremely confused for a moment. Under these eyes, he felt that all the secrets in his heart were seen clearly, so much so that he spoke nonsense. He was so scared that he wanted to stick his head on the ground. At least this way he could feel a little safe. But when he thought of his father's order, he had to raise his head and look him in the eye. Looking at his son, whose eyes were filled with fear and tears, Jiajing sighed softly and stretched out a hand to wipe away the tears from his face. "Father, father..." Prince Yu trembled with fear, but he forced himself not to hide. But for some reason, when he felt the broad and warm hand beside his head, more and more tears welled up in his eyes. "Father..." Finally, her nose became more and more sore. She could no longer hold it in and lowered her head and began to cry loudly.
Jiajing, dressed in his own clothes, with his hands hanging in the air, quietly looked at Prince Yu, who was sticking his head on the ground, venting his fear and grievances over the years. In the side hall of Yuxi Palace, the sound of Prince Yu's crying could be heard. Lu Fang, who was standing at the door of the side hall, turned her head away and wiped her tears. Lu Bing beside her also lowered his head silently. "Oh," Jiajing sighed, bent down and patted Prince Yu's head, then stood up and walked to the casserole where the spiritual porridge was being cooked, took the jade bowl beside it, and filled it with a bowl of hot spiritual porridge. With a slight movement of his fingertips, the spiritual energy dissipated a lot of heat. After Prince Yu stopped crying, Jiajing said, "Drink this bowl of porridge and go back to have a good sleep..." "Yes, father." Prince Yu, who had calmed down, raised his arm to wipe his tears, then stood up and took the spiritual porridge from Jiajing's hand. "Sit down and drink." Jiajing pointed to a stool beside him, then turned and walked to the desk. Looking at a picture in front of him, he had an idea and picked up the pen beside him and started waving it. Prince Yu quietly looked back at his father, then drank the porridge silently. Well, he felt that the porridge was warm after drinking it, and his body felt more comfortable than ever before, and he felt relaxed all over. Are there signs that some of the hidden illnesses that have been buried in the past are showing signs of improvement? But he didn't think much about it and just thought it was his own illusion. What Prince Yu didn’t know was that while he was drinking porridge, Lu Fang, who was standing at the door of the side hall, was carefully “spying” in secret. Well, he didn't forget, this was his ration for today. "When the master serves porridge later, I'll give a bowl to Wen Fu, and then I'll drink the whole pot..." Thinking of this, Lu Fang's eyes slightly slanted, secretly looking at Lu Bing who was still in a daze. "Oh," Lu Fang shook his head, "He is just a crude warrior after all..." Prince Yu is the master's son, so we dare not have any other ideas. If this spiritual porridge is shared, there will be one less portion... There is no other way, so we can only make you, Lu Bing, suffer. For a moment, all kinds of thoughts flashed through Lu Fang's mind. "Hmm?" Lu Bing looked up suspiciously at Lu Fang's sidelong glance, only to find that Lu Fang looked at him with his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart. Hiss, he felt as if a chill had just passed by, as if something was missing... Was it an illusion? "It's not enough. There's more." At this time, Prince Yu, who had finished drinking the porridge, licked his lips and looked at the pot of spiritual porridge with some anticipation while holding the empty bowl. After hearing Jiajing's words, he suppressed his desire and stood up and said, "I have finished drinking. Thank you, father, for the porridge..." "This is for you," Jiajing said, handing the scroll with his calligraphy to Prince Yu, "Go back and take a look at it." "Yes," Prince Yu put down the bowl, took the scroll and bowed quickly, then looked up at Jiajing, "Then I will take my leave." After seeing Jiajing waving his hand, Prince Yu bowed again and then turned and walked out of the hall. "Walk slowly," Jiajing said, looking at Prince Yu's back, "The road is slippery in wet weather, be careful, don't be afraid..." Prince Yu was stunned when he walked to the door. He turned around to look at Jiajing. His nose felt sore again. He smiled and said "Oh". Then he turned around, holding the scroll, and rushed into the rain. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would lose his composure again. Seeing Prince Yu rushing into the rain and fog, the young eunuch at the door quickly opened his umbrella and followed him. After rushing out of Yuxi Palace, Prince Yu suddenly stopped and looked back at the blurry Yuxi Palace in the rain and fog. "Father..." Prince Yu murmured, sniffed, turned around and stepped into the sedan chair.
Sitting in the sedan chair, holding the scroll, Prince Yu felt mixed emotions and was not at peace. Today, he felt a love from his father that he had never felt before. For a moment, he felt as if he was in a dream. I couldn't help but feel sorry for my father. "Father took medicine to keep himself healthy. In front of the court officials, he appeared healthy and strong. He had to take care of state affairs..." "Father, are you making your final choice by letting my fourth brother come back and take power as 'Regent' at the same time as me?" Prince Yu asked secretly in his heart. His father's behavior today at least made him sure that his father did not really hate him. At least the father-son relationship... was still there! Father is responsible for the nine provinces and the foundation of our ancestors. Father is so strong that he will definitely not hand over the empire to a weak and incompetent ruler. So, Father... Is this your last test? In an instant, Prince Yu seemed to understand something. He held the scroll in his arms and exerted force secretly. "It seems that I can't continue to endure it... Father, I will prove with my actions that I am better than him!" "This Ming Dynasty, I can carry on my shoulders. I will definitely protect our kingdom and make it stronger in my hands..." “Swish, swish, swish.” The rain outside the sedan chair was getting heavier, and Prince Yu's heart, which had been enduring and suppressed, was gradually beating! He realized that his father was selecting the final leader for the Ming Dynasty. If he continued to hide under the wings of those ministers, lived a contented life, and obeyed orders, he would be outdone by his fourth brother. He knew his fourth brother, Prince Jing, too well. He was a magnanimous, graceful, generous, and domineering man, like the sun. Compared with him, his fourth brother, Prince Jing, was more like a prince of a dynasty. Before this, he thought that his father hated him, so he was cautious in everything, fearing that he would make a mistake. But now, since his father deliberately let him fight and struggle, if he continues to be the same as before, then... As we entered Prince Yu's Mansion, Xu Jie, Gao Gong and others were already waiting. "Your Highness." Everyone saluted Prince Yu. Waving his hand, Prince Yu indicated to everyone that there was no need to be polite. Then he took a deep breath, looked around at everyone who was looking at him, or to be more precise, at the scroll in his arms, and handed it to Zhang Juzheng. After Zhang Juzheng bowed, he carefully looked at Gao Gong. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, solemnly opened the scroll. Then Xu Jie and Zhao Zhenji also came over. The picture shows a majestic male tiger, who is looking back and teasing a little tiger with his head. And above the scroll, there is a line of vigorous and powerful large characters that look like silver hooks and iron paintings. "The tiger is the king of all beasts, and no one dares to provoke its anger." "Only the love between father and son, looking back at each step." Reading this, Zhang Juzheng's eyes showed a thoughtful look, and he said: "This seems to be a poem by Prime Minister Wang Guangyang during the Hongwu Dynasty. Your Majesty means..." "Clap!" At this moment, tears as big as beans were seen dripping on the scroll. Everyone looked in surprise and saw that Prince Yu had already broken down in tears. "Yes, yes, I was right..." Prince Yu laughed and cried at the same time, not caring at all about his own gaffe. "..." (End of this chapter)