After finally reading it more than 100 times, His Highness the Crown Prince felt as if he had died for the first time. He was so tired that he didn't even want to breathe. However, Eunuch Si Mo directly had people help him to the emperor's study room.

"What are you taking me to do?"

"When you return to Your Highness, a desk has been set up for you in the imperial study. You have to go over and write the article you memorized this morning a hundred times."

His Highness the Crown Prince was stunned. "What did you say? Say it again. Did I hear it wrong?"

Eunuch Simo said it again very straightforwardly.

His Royal Highness's eyes looked pitiful and desperate.

Just now I was able to be lazy when I was reading, but when it's my turn to write, I can't be lazy at all.

But now he came in front of his dear father and bowed shakily.

The emperor was busy with everything, and the memorials on the jade case were piled half as high as a person, and there were two full bamboo baskets in front of him.

"Greetings to my father."

"Excuse me. How was your morning reading?"

His Royal Highness suddenly felt a little proud: "You can read it fluently, right?"

Eunuch Si Mo saluted: "His Royal Highness read the words back to the Emperor very smoothly and fluently."

The emperor showed a happy smile in his exhaustion. Although it was very shallow, it made His Royal Highness feel an indescribable sense of comfort.

"That's right. Your Majesty, just sit over there and write. You can work with me."

His Highness the Prince was dumbfounded. He wanted to say that I don’t want to sit here and write at all, but he didn’t dare to say that, so he could only lower his head gloomily: “Yes.”

There is an extra desk in the Imperial Study Room, placed a little far away but not too far away. It is between the 4th and 5th pillars to ensure that what the Crown Prince does will not easily disturb the Emperor's work.

The pens, inks, paper and inkstones on it were all ready-made, and the book had opened to the chapter he was studying. There was a bowl of tea on the desk, lukewarm or hot, just at hand. All he had to do was sit on it and write.

But to let His Royal Highness the Prince write under the Emperor's nose, no matter how good the environment is, it is still a form of torture.

His Royal Highness the Prince is very naughty, but he still knows how to be in awe. He respects and loves his father very much, so he really doesn't dare to do the smallest thing under his father's nose.

I've been arguing there for a long time in the morning and now I don't dare to grunt or stop. My wrist hurts and I don't dare to stop. I don't dare to talk, drink water, get snacks or go to the toilet as usual.

Playing with the women around you is something you can't even think about.

He wrote for a while, felt tired, and stopped writing.

After looking around, he saw that his father had been reviewing scrolls with his head lowered. His expression was sometimes serious and sometimes tired, but basically he had negative emotions, and there was no time when he was relaxed or happy.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a very filial person. He felt a little sorry for his father. He was thinking wildly when a giant spirit-like hand stretched out in front of her and gently tapped the paper she was copying on the table.

There is already a huge ink spot on the paper.

Eunuch Simo put the article he was about to copy into his hand, folded it a few times, and then threw it into the waste paper aside.

The prince's eyes were in disbelief.
Chapter completed!