The fourteenth moon is full.

Yue country.

Four Winds City, Royal Palace, Princess Hanyue Mansion.

Hanyue Princess Zhao Duoer sits under the pavilion beside the lotus pond.

The lotus flowers in August have the last trace of red remaining, which is their last color left in the world.

Still beautiful.

But there is a little bit of autumn feeling.

Zhao Duoer held her chin with both hands and just looked at it.

Under the bright moonlight, the color of the lotus flowers is actually invisible.

What she was looking at was not the lotus flowers, because her eyes were not focused, and she actually didn't look at anything.

A smile suddenly bloomed on her face, a rare joy these days.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is here again.

This time last year, I was in Yujing City, Ningguo.

I followed my mentor to Yujing City to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Meeting of the Ningguo Literary Circle.

The students from the Imperial Academy were all gearing up and high-spirited before setting out, naturally thinking of defeating the students from Ning Guo in the literary world of Ning Guo!

Ning Guo's literary style was the most prosperous. If he defeated Ning Guo's students, it would prove that Yue Guo's literary style surpassed that of Ning Guo. This would be the glory of Yue Guo and their glory.

Of course, the purpose of going to Yujing City was not just a cultural meeting.

In the past few years, Ningguo has been in power because of the treacherous prime minister Jitai, and Ningguo has become like a rotten tree.

She needed to see with her own eyes what kind of decay Ning Guo had become.

I went to Ningguo, and what I saw along the way was that the people were in dire straits, and Ningguo was indeed seriously ill.

This made her feel quite happy. In this way, her father would raise his troops to attack Ning. Firstly, he could open up territory for the country of Yue. Secondly... getting on the train and waiting for the palace to be destroyed was always a knot in his heart.

Everything was normal at first, and even my mentor thought that the literary master of this literary conference should fall into the hands of a certain student from the Yue Kingdom.

But no one expected that Li Chenan would appear at that Mid-Autumn Festival party!

Zhao Duoer straightened up, took out a writing brush from her sleeve pocket and looked at it carefully, the smile on her face became two points thicker.

That night, he composed sixteen poems by himself!

That night, he made the highly conceited Imperial College students of Yue State unable to write a single poem!

He said that since God gave birth to him, Li Chenan, he would shine in the literary world for five thousand years...

When I first heard about it, I thought he was crazy.

It was later proven that he did have that ability.

He was named the Immortal of Poetry by Emperor Ning, and his mentor Wei Xuanmo said that he was well-deserved and that he really deserved the name of the Immortal of Poetry.

His identity also underwent a dramatic change, and he turned out to be the eldest son of the emperor of Ning Kingdom, which was also his cousin.

She originally hoped that one day he would come to Sifeng City in Yue Kingdom and she would meet him as a daughter.

pity……

The smile on Zhao Duoer's face slowly faded, just like a few petals of the lotus in the lotus pond withered.

So he became increasingly desolate.

"Why are you going to Shuzhou?"

"Even if you are not the eldest son of the emperor, wouldn't it be nice for you to be your regent in the imperial court?"

"Even if you want to pick up the real eldest son of the emperor...can't you just send someone there?"

"Zhongli Ruoshui is not sick and lying in bed. She can go back to Kyoto!"

"Why……!"

Zhao Duoer sighed, but the sigh suddenly stopped.

She raised her head and looked towards the corridor.

A palace maid came over holding a lamp and leading a man.

She quickly stood up and went over to greet him.

She said a long blessing, "My son, I pay my respects to my father!"

Behind the palace maid is an old man. His face is thin and pale under the light.

The originally vigorous Yue Emperor Zhao Yunzhi was struck down by a sudden illness.

He had no way to conquer the Ning Kingdom personally. What he needed to consider was the inheritance of the Yue Kingdom's throne.

He looked at Zhao Duo'er and suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently.

Zhao Duoer hurriedly walked over, carefully patted his back, and said in a low voice:

"If anything happens to your father, just call your daughter to the Changqing Palace."

He coughed for ten breaths, and his face turned a little rosy. Then he took a breath and waved his hand: "I am really old. I feel a little better tonight, so I want to go out for a walk."

"But I didn't know where to go, so I came to you."

"Talk to me."

"My son, I obey!"

Zhao Duo'er helped Zhao Yunzhi to the stone table. The two sat down, and Zhao Duo'er took the fire dumplings and cooked a pot of tea.

The maid bowed and retreated, leaving only the father and daughter by the lotus pond.

Zhao Yunzhi looked at his daughter, with undisguised love in his eyes:

"I originally had five sons and two daughters, but two of them died in infancy. You are the only daughter left."

"You should have been living a carefree life... these days, you have been suffering!"

"No, it is a son's duty to share his father's worries."

Zhao Yunzhi took a deep breath and stroked his short beard, "But originally these responsibilities should be borne by the prince... I did not expect that the prince... he would be so weak!"

Zhao Duoer was shocked, could his father mean to abolish the crown prince and reestablish the East Palace?

"It's okay that he is weak, but these days, I have seen the cunning hidden behind his weakness!"

Zhao Yunzhi shook his head and sighed: "Hey..."

"Empress Jiang died early. When she died, Empress Jiang said that the only thing she cared about was the prince."

"I also liked the prince when he was young, but unexpectedly, as he has grown up over the years, he has become something I don't like."

"He is the prince of the East Palace!"

Zhao Yunzhi was a little excited and coughed again.

Zhao Duoer quickly stood up and stood behind him and gently beat his back, but did not say a kind word to the prince brother.

Because the prince brother is indeed no longer the prince brother he was when he was a child.

Zhao Yunzhi stopped coughing and said after a moment:

"He is the crown prince of the Yue Kingdom. I originally thought that I could pass the throne to him after conquering the Ning Kingdom...but unexpectedly he thought that I was attached to this power and thought that I was being unfair to him by letting him stay in the East Palace for so many years.

trust!"

"I really don't trust him in the past few years, because every move he makes is in my eyes!"

"He actually colluded with the ministers of the DPRK and the Central Government, especially with the General's Office... This is because he can't stand the loneliness, and he has a disobedient heart!"

"But I still didn't touch him. I just transferred General Han Sanwu to the northeastern border to prevent the Great Wilderness from invading."

"He couldn't understand such a clear signal!"

"It's so stupid!"

"I have been seriously ill for the past six months. I am getting worse every day, and I spend more and more time in bed. I am afraid that he thinks that he has secured the throne of the emperor, and he has put all his energy into dealing with the old man.

All four..."

Zhao Yunzhi shook his head in disappointment, "Putting the cart before the horse!"

"He is the king, and the fourth child is the minister."

"If he had the ability to govern his subordinates and the way to govern the country...he should have focused all his energy on government affairs and faced the issue of Zen Buddhism."

"Isn't it just that the two major Zen monasteries in the east and west have merged into one?"

"It's not like we haven't killed those bald donkeys before. If we kill them again, wouldn't the problem be solved?"

"How can there be so many bad things?"

"I want to be an emperor, I want to be a good person, and I want to have a good reputation... If you think too much, you often get less."
To be continued...