Chapter 131 The Emperor Is Too Partial

Half an hour later, King Yu entered the palace according to the order.

Before he could say his respectful greetings, Emperor Zhaocheng scolded him angrily: "It's so embarrassing!"

"The dignified prince can't even manage his own palace well. He indulges his son in eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and spending a lot of money in flower houses!"

"Twenty thousand taels of silver a year is not enough for expenses, so I have decided to give my new daughter-in-law a dowry!"

"The maid ran back to the prime minister's house to file a complaint on the street. So many people on the street saw this ridiculous farce with their own eyes. You have simply disgraced the royal family!"

Along with the angry rebuke Luoyin, a piece of news flew to King Yu's face through the air.

King Yu hurriedly caught the memorial, knelt on the ground and admitted his mistake again and again.

"Is Prince Yu's palace really so poor?" Emperor Zhaocheng scolded with a livid face, "Do you still want to take care of that prodigal son Mu Wenxuan? If you can't, I don't mind throwing him to the military camp for training! "

The whole palace was kneeling on the ground, too scared to say a word.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. I deserve to die! I know my fault!" King Yu panicked and admitted his mistake. "I just learned that such a ridiculous thing happened in the palace. I beg your Majesty to forgive me!"

"Excuse me?" Emperor Zhaocheng's face was as dark as water, "Prince Yu's house has been restless recently, and troubles have occurred frequently. What on earth do you, the prince, do for a living?!"

King Yu was in awe: "I will manage my family well in the future and never let this happen again."

Emperor Zhaocheng took a deep breath and ordered coldly: "From now on, Mu Wenxuan is not allowed to step out of Prince Yu's Mansion."

"I obey——"

"If someone sees him visiting a brothel or casino again, don't blame me for not remembering our old friendship and punishing him for resisting the decree!"

King Yu's expression changed drastically, and he knelt on the ground with his head lowered, his heart falling into an ice cellar.

Punished for the crime of resisting the decree?

Did the emperor think that demoting him to a county king was not enough, and wanted to find an excuse to demote him to a commoner?

King Yu gritted his teeth lightly, feeling a little dissatisfied in his heart. Tianlai Novel Network

The emperor is too partial.

He is also a prince, and Prince Yu's palace receives a salary of 20,000 taels per year, which supports the entire palace's annual expenses.

Although there are some other incomes, those incomes are almost negligible compared to the ministers who have slightly more power in the court.

But the Ninth Prince Mu Cang enjoys all the wealth and glory.

Today, Xiapin stole the show.

Who doesn't know how huge the battle array hired by the Ninth Prince is? If you take out a box of gold, silver, and jade at random, the amount is more than 20,000 taels of silver.

There is also the Prime Minister's Mansion.

It is true that Prime Minister Gu has a high position and great power, but no matter how powerful he is, his salary is fixed. How can he afford such a lavish squandering by the Prime Minister's Office based only on his annual salary and occasional rewards from the emperor?

Everyone saw how generous the dowry Gu Anxian brought when she got married.

Where does the money from the Prime Minister's Mansion come from? Doesn't the Emperor have any idea?

Moreover, it was clear that the marriage between Prince Mingyu and the Prime Minister's Mansion was caused by Gu Anxian's misconduct, so the emperor still gave such a woman a marriage to Wenxuan. Wasn't it because he wanted to suppress the Prime Minister's Mansion?

Prince Yu's Mansion has no real power in the court, and he can't achieve anything by marrying Gu Anxian. What's the point of trying to earn money to support the family?

Worth all the fuss and anger?

Prince Yu's Mansion lowered his head, and the more he thought about it, the more unbalanced he became, thinking that the emperor was deliberately targeting Prince Yu's Mansion.

"Are you not convinced?" Emperor Zhaocheng stared at the top of his head, his eyes as cold as ice.

King Yu was startled and kowtowed quickly: "I don't dare!"

"It's not up to you to accept or not." Emperor Zhaocheng said coldly, giving him the last chance. "Go back and manage your family well. If such a shameful farce happens again, I will not give you any chance."

King Yu was so embarrassed that he was taught a lesson, but he still had to suppress his dissatisfaction and responded respectfully: "I obey the order."

After saying this, he stood up and left with lowered eyebrows and eyes.

Emperor Zhaocheng stared at his back in silence. For a moment, he didn't know what he thought of: "The Ninth Prince."

"yes."

Emperor Zhaocheng was so angry that he had no intention of reviewing the memorial. He just sat on the dragon chair without saying a word, waiting for Mu Tingchuan's arrival.

Xiao Changhai stood up, quietly gave him a cup of hot tea, and knelt down again.

"Everyone, get up." Emperor Zhaocheng said, "Xiao Changhai stays, and everyone else leaves."

The palace people all breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously stood up and left.

Emperor Zhaocheng picked up the tea cup and took a sip casually. His eyes fell on the memorial that had not yet been reviewed, and a deep and unpredictable luster passed through his eyes.

In less than a minute, a young man in black smart clothes was summoned.

He is about eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and thin.

Wearing a neat and thin black suit, he has a strong figure, and his demeanor is somewhat similar to that of his Nine Emperors Uncle, with the same cold and indifferent facial features.

Even their outlines are somewhat similar.

Stepping into the palace gate, Mu Tingchuan knelt down to say hello: "My dear father, long live my father."

When saluting, the back should be straight, like an unsheathed sword, neither humble nor arrogant, calm and calm.

Even though he was keenly aware that the emperor was in a bad mood, there was no trace of panic on his face.

Emperor Zhaocheng raised his eyes slightly and stared at his youngest son quietly, with a hint of imperceptible admiration in his eyes.

He has always liked this son.

Although he is the youngest, he has the calmest demeanor.

The identity of his mother, Zhaoyi, made him not stand out among the princes. However, in this son, Emperor Zhaocheng did not see the inferiority brought about by his identity, nor did he have any cowardice due to his humble background.

He is like a pearl hidden in the dark, and he has no complaints even if he is covered in dust.

He is not surprised by honor or disgrace, just like Mu Cang when he was young.

Emperor Zhaocheng turned his eyes slightly and looked at him in black clothes: "Are you practicing martial arts?"

"Yes." Mu Tingchuan replied, "I dare not keep you waiting for a long time. I haven't changed my clothes yet. Please forgive me."

Emperor Zhaocheng was silent, and couldn't help correcting him in his heart.

There are some differences between Xiaojiu and Mu Cang.

Mu Cang is cold and arrogant, and he has never really lowered his proud head in front of the emperor.

He is as arrogant as a crane in the sky.

And Xiaojiu...

Emperor Zhaocheng said calmly: "Stand up."

"Thank you, father."

Mu Tingchuan stood up, with an upright posture and slightly lowered eyes, maintaining the respect that a son should have.

"Your ninth uncle is getting married soon. After his wedding, you will serve him." Emperor Zhaocheng said calmly, "When you have time, you can ask him about military tactics, understand the deployment of the border battlefield, the ambition of the northern king, the combat effectiveness of the northern army, the disparity between the enemy and our forces, and more details, and learn more."

Mu Tingchuan did not ask why, and nodded: "Yes."

"If possible," Emperor Zhaocheng looked at his son calmly, "you will most likely take over your ninth uncle's military power in the future. You have a heavy responsibility and must not slack off."

Mu Tingchuan knelt down to receive the order: "Your son obeys the order."

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