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Chapter 412: Blaming It on Dad
Chapter 412: Blaming It on Dad
The palace physician prescribed a remedy, following the custom of the palace, and handed the prescription to Manager Jia, who would then arrange for someone to fetch the medicine.
Manager Jia looked at the prescription in his hand, utterly incredulous: "How could he have prescribed this? Isn't he a fraud?"
"Old Sun, what's going on?"
He asked the palace physician.
The physician was tight-lipped and said, "You should ask His Highness the Crown Prince. I'm just here to treat the illness," and left with his medicine box.
There were some matters that couldn't be interfered with, and he couldn't afford to get involved.
This was probably why His Highness the Crown Prince wanted to keep him in the palace.
Manager Jia felt the situation was getting out of his control. That boy had almost been strangled by him outside the palace, but now he had entered the Crown Prince's study and was even being treated by the Crown Prince.
He was done for! Manager Jia felt a sense of impending doom and hurried to the kitchen, where he found Fang Tuo Mo picking dishes.
"Old Sister!"
He entered the kitchen, grabbed Fang Tuo Mo's wrist, and pulled her out of the kitchen.
Fang Tuo Mo was half-dead with anger. She punched him while scolding, "Let go! You unmannerly fellow, you're being reckless even in front of the Dowager!"
"Old Sister, gently, gently! You'll break my arm!"
Manager Jia endured the beating and led her to a spot behind an artificial hill. After checking that no one was around, he finally released Fang Tuo Mo's hand.
Fang Tuo Mo raised her hand and slapped him hard.
Manager Jia begged for mercy, holding her forearm: "Old Sister, I have an urgent matter to ask of you! After I finish speaking, you can beat me up, but I'll carry a bundle of thorns as a sign of repentance!"
Seeing that Manager Jia indeed seemed to have a serious request, Fang Tuo Mo coldly withdrew her hand: "If there's a next time, I won't spare you! Speak!"
"Yes, yes, yes."
Manager Jia was the undisputed manager of the palace, but compared to Fang Tuo Mo, who was as old as the Crown Prince, he still didn't dare to claim superiority.
With a terrified expression, he said, "Old Sister, something big has happened!"
Fang Tuo Mo clutched her chest: "Has something happened to His Highness?"
Manager Jia quickly shook his head: "Not His Highness, he's doing well."
One must not curse His Highness, absolutely not!
Fang Tuo Mo guessed: "The Marquis? It can't be. I just came from the Marquis's courtyard, and he was studying. He looked just like His Highness when he was younger."
Mentioning the Marquis, Fang Tuo Mo's eyes lit up with joy, as if she were talking about her own grandson.
Manager Jia scratched his head: "Where should I start?"
He spun around in place.
Seeing his anxious and flustered expression, Fang Tuo Mo disdainfully said: "Are you a donkey? Grinding a millstone?"
Manager Jia clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and said: "Today, His Highness Duke Ming returned to the Imperial City and brought back a young man who claims to be the Crown Prince's own flesh and blood."
Fang Tuo Mo asked suspiciously: "His Highness Duke Ming? He—"
Manager Jia saw Fang Tuo Mo's expression and knew she was thinking of something else: "No, no, no. His Highness Duke Ming was also deceived by that boy. After I exposed him in public, His Highness Duke Ming ordered me to severely punish him, which means... execution."
Fang Tuo Mo said: "You executed him?"
Manager Jia clasped his wrist and said: "The problem is here. If he had truly died, it would have been over. But just at this time, the Crown Prince returned to the palace! I suspect this boy calculated the time of the Crown Prince's return!"
Although he said this, the boy was brought back by His Highness Duke Ming, and Manager Jia knew that the Crown Prince's encounter with the boy was just a coincidence.
It was as if Heaven had arranged for the Crown Prince to save him.
This was so damn eerie.
"His Highness Duke Ming ordered me to execute him. I even put the knife to his neck, but the Crown Prince saved him and brought him back to his study. He even invited the palace physician to treat him."
As he spoke, he pointed to the prescription in his hand: "Look at this prescription. It's so hot! His Highness Duke Ming, seeing the Crown Prince protecting that boy, immediately dropped the matter and didn't acknowledge that he ordered the boy's execution. Now it's all on my head! Old Sister, tell me, am I wronged or not? Wronged or not?"
Fang Tuo Mo didn't consider whether he was wronged or not but pondered whether that person was truly the Crown Prince's flesh and blood.
Many children bring blessings, and it's good for the Crown Prince to have a few more sons, after all, there's the imperial throne to inherit.
But the precondition must be that they are truly his own, and the bloodline must not be tainted by outsiders.
Fang Tuo Mo made up her mind and said to Manager Jia indifferently: "Alright, don't worry. I'll go and see."
Manager Jia pleaded: "Old Sister, you must speak well of me to His Highness. My loyalty to His Highness is as clear as the sun and moon, as enduring as the sea and rocks, and as persistent as dripping water on a stone..."
Fang Tuo Mo glared at him: "What nonsense!"
She left the artificial hill and headed towards the Crown Prince's courtyard.
Action: Jia, the manager, straightened his back and watched her leave, scoffing, "The wet nurse is really something, treating herself as a mother? The Crown Prince's mother is in the palace. Empress Chen, your Highness!"
Just as Fang Tuo Mo had walked halfway, she encountered a mother and son unexpectedly. It was none other than Princess Dou Qingyi and Prince Jian, who had recently been recognized by the Crown Prince.
Princess Dou Qingyi wore a veil, her attire was luxurious yet not overly gaudy, exuding a celestial aura and a mature charm that came with age. It was evident that she had been a heavenly beauty in her youth.
No wonder she had captured the Crown Prince's heart at first sight.
"Madam," Fang Tuo Mo respectfully bowed.
As the biological mother of Prince Jian, there was a high chance that she would become the Queen Mother when the Crown Prince ascended the throne. Fang Tuo Mo dared not be disrespectful.
Princess Dou Qingyi spoke in a gentle tone, "Fang Tuo Mo, I heard that we have a guest."
Fang Tuo Mo bowed slightly, "It's His Highness, Prince Ming."
Princess Dou Qingyi's voice was sweet and pleasant, "Is he alone? I heard he brought back a son for the Crown Prince?"
Indeed, such big news couldn't be kept hidden in the mansion, especially news of this magnitude.
Fang Tuo Mo hesitated, "This... I'm not sure."
Princess Dou Qingyi smiled, "Let's go and see together. It's good for Jian'er to have a brother to support him."
Indeed, Prince Jian was the first royal grandson to be recognized, and His Majesty had named him Lu Qi, implying the auspicious meaning of the Qilin.
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Regardless of how many sons the Crown Prince had, Prince Jian was the most supreme bloodline.
Moreover, he was about to marry the daughter of the Thousand Mechanisms Pavilion, the Heaven-ordained maiden.
The two were destined to become the Emperor and Empress of Great Liang, reigning for thousands of years.
Suddenly, Fang Tuo Mo understood her intentions.
The Crown Prince might have many children, but there could only be one future Emperor.
She needed to choose between Prince Jian and an unknown "son," not to mention that the son might not even be real.
Fang Tuo Mo took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Princess Dou Qingyi, "Madam, please rest assured. I will dedicate my loyalty to the Crown Prince and the Prince. In my heart, only the Crown Prince and the Prince are my masters."
Study.
The medicine was prepared and tested for poison. At this moment, it sat on a stool next to Lu Yuan, steaming hot.
Lu Zhaoyan opened a memorial, "Drink it yourself when you wake up."
Lu Yuan opened his eyes and sat up, "How did I fall asleep?"
Lu Zhaoyan put down the memorial and opened another, "Well done, continue."
Lu Yuan, "You still haven't answered my question."
Lu Zhaoyan, "I don't need a son. No need, no use, no acceptance."
Lu Yuan's lips twitched.
So heartless.
Lu Zhaoyan had regained his usual calmness and asked indifferently, "How did you get those injuries?"
Lu Yuan turned his face and hummed coldly, "What does it matter to you? You don't want me anyway."
Lu Zhaoyan, this kid was getting emotional?
Lu Zhaoyan, did you ask your father?
These matters shouldn't be asked of women.
"Where's your father? Does he know you're being bullied?"
Lu Yuan replied without changing his expression, "It's all his fault. He, unfaithful and fickle, found a new love after my mother, and gave birth to my half-brother. My brother is inferior to me in every way, and he's jealous of me. When a teacher praised my calligraphy, he had someone break my hand. Every time I received praise, my hand was broken. Someone sent me medicine, but he forced me to kneel in the snow until I caught a cold illness."
The part about the injuries was all true, so he didn't show any signs of lying.
Lu Zhaoyan withdrew his gaze and frowned, "Are you his biological son?"
Lu Yuan replied irritably, "So what if I am? What if I'm not? You don't want me anyway."
Lu Zhaoyan wanted to say something but stopped and looked at the medicine bowl, "Drink the medicine first."
"I won't drink it. It's better to die outside than be bullied by my brother."
Lu Yuan finished speaking angrily and slumped back into the rattan chair, completely losing his composure.
Being humiliated in the Southwest, who cares about returning to the capital?
Anyway, no one in the Southwest knows him.
Lu Zhaoyan sighed, "First, drink the medicine. I'll send someone to take you back and make sure your brother doesn't bully you anymore."
Lu Yuan turned his head, "Hmph."
Lu Zhaoyan, "What do I need to do for you to drink the medicine?"
Lu Yuan was about to speak when Lu Zhaoyan spoke sternly, "Other than asking me to recognize you as my son."
Lu Yuan, "Hmph!"
Lu Zhaoyan, "..."
Hahaha, Dudu, you're so childish, Xiao Jiu, do you know? The falcon is watching you, haha! You're going to embarrass yourself! The second chapter is coming early too! And there's a little fat one too!
(End of Chapter)
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