imperial psychologist

Chapter 396

Prince Gong trembled suddenly, in a daze, he felt a force pulling his arm.

Zhen's hand suddenly loosened, and Prince Gong woke up with a start.

"Who-who!" He half sat up thumping, but he felt a colic in his stomach again, lying on his side on the bed panting, "Jun Ping...Jun Ping!!"

"My lord..." Chen Shi stepped forward again helplessly, but Chen Yicong stood in front of his mother.

"Mother and concubine have guarded the father and king for three days, and the child finally came back tonight, so let's give the child a chance to be filial." He turned to look at Zhen Shi, "You go to rest."

Prince Gong on the bed hadn't figured out the situation yet. Seeing that Mrs. Zhen was about to leave, he beat the edge of the bed again, "No, no...I don't want anyone!! I only want Jun Ping to stay here—"

Chen Yicong took a breath.

He looked at his haggard and groggy father, who was lying on the bed like a child at the moment, and felt even more angry.

"Father!" Chen Yicong suddenly clenched his father's hand, "Open your eyes and see who I am, it's me, your son!"

Prince Gong was startled by the sudden scolding, and then looked up at his son in a daze.

However, just one glance made him stiff with fright.

Chen Yicong's eyes were originally the most similar to Zhen's.

However, at this moment, in such a pair of beautiful eyes, there is a bit of indifference, a bit of impatience, and a bit of majesty that must be obeyed.

——This kind of look is exactly the same as that of Emperor Jianxi back then.

In an instant, a familiar fear surfaced in his heart, which made Prince Gong's whole body go limp.

He whimpered and withdrew his hand abruptly, and his whole body shrank into the quilt and retreated to a corner of the bed.

When Chen Yicong was about to sit down and watch the night for his father, Zhen Shi patted him on the shoulder.

Mrs. Zhen walked out slowly, and Chen Yicong followed immediately.She first explained to the servant girl in the room what to pay attention to tonight, and told her to send someone to find her immediately if there was any emergency.

"No," Chen Yicong interrupted, "you come to find me."

Zhen Shi smiled and did not refute.

The mother and son walked out slowly.

Chen Yicong sent his mother back to the other courtyard in the small garden. Only now did Zhen realize that he had probably reached the limit of his physical strength.She didn't even have the strength to ask the servant girl to wash herself up, so she quickly lay down on the bed.

Chen Yicong took the round fan from the handmaid's hand, pulled a low stool and sat down beside Zhen's bed, looking at his mother's slightly sunken eye sockets with distress.

"Go and rest too." Zhen said in a low voice, "You are also tired these few days."

"Not tired." Chen Yicong fanned the round fan harder, "Mother and concubine have to take care of father and king all the time."

"The day after tomorrow is your father's enthronement..." Mrs. Zhen looked at her son, "How do you feel in the cabinet these few days?"

"...They all said that the baby is doing very well." Chen Yicong replied.

"'who are they?"

"Master Zhang, Master Sun, and many other officials whom I have met before but don't know much about..."

Chen Yicong told his mother exactly what he had seen and heard in the cabinet in the past few days. Generally, as long as he mentioned the characteristics of that person or the specific official title, Zhen would be able to quickly pick up the person's name.

This made Chen Yicong really feel respect for his mother.

——The concubine mother really knows everything.

"Since you did a good job, why are you frowning?" Zhen asked in a low voice.

"It wasn't like this before." Chen Yicong said softly, "Don't talk about the father before, even the masters of the Imperial College often pointed out various mistakes and omissions of the child, and even if they pointed out some places directly, the child may not be able to do it at the time. I understand, I have to come back and think again.

"So I don't think these people are telling me the truth." Chen Yicong looked at his mother with a bit of displeasure, "They flatter me."

Zhen Shi laughed so hard that there were some wrinkles in the corners of her eyes.

"The location is different, that's it." Zhen's smile subsided a little, "You don't feel it now, but they already feel it."

"Then what should I do." Chen Yicong blinked, "If I make a mistake again now, no one can stop me."

"In the first place, no one could stop it." Shi Zhen looked at Chen Yicong.

Chen Yicong was stunned for a moment, he suddenly remembered the stories of loyal ministers who remonstrated to death in history, those emperors who refused to listen to bitter words and their final fate, he couldn't help but become confused.

"But in the history books..."

Zhen Shi sighed, and waved at Chen Yicong, motioning him to come closer.

Chen Yicong knelt and leaned against his mother's bed—just like when he was a child, Zhen rubbed Chen Yicong's head lightly, "Historical books are all written by courtiers, and there has never been a book left by the king. The eyes of courtiers... ...is not quite the same as the monarch's...is it?"

Chen Yicong frowned even tighter.

Zhen continued, "Those mistakes that are left in the annals of history, generally speaking... there are probably two types. Either they were fundamentally wrong and did not do the right thing, or they were wrongly implemented and did not do things correctly.

"The king selects talents and appoints talents, speaks widely, and rewards and punishments are clearly defined, all in order to do things correctly. Once something goes wrong in the process, then through these suggestions, you can rearrange the layout...

"But none of these can really help you make the right decision in the first place.

"What you know is always limited, and people's hearts are hard to measure. No one can guarantee you that if you continue to do something, it will have a good ending. If things fall into endless disputes, then the final solution must not be the best , but the most mediocre—even useless.

"Especially now," Zhen Shi looked at Shi Zi, and repeated in a low voice, "Especially now..."

"You can only rely on courage, experience, and a bit of wisdom to test your own path." Zhen said softly, "So a minister can make up for his mistakes, and a king...every step has its price."

Chen Yicong was lying beside the bed, and suddenly felt that these words were really familiar.

He yawned somewhat uncontrollably, and then suddenly recalled—yes, Grandpa Huang also said the same thing.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, "... Is the emperor the same?"

"Probably... right." Zhen blinked her eyes, she thought about something, but still didn't say it.

Chen Yicong sighed, "How can my concubine know so much?"

Mrs. Zhen chuckled, "When I was very young, your grandfather taught me this way - the top looks at the decision-making, the middle looks at the understanding, and the bottom looks at the execution."

Speaking of her father, Zhen could not help but smile slightly, she looked at the top of the bed and talked about the past.

When she was young, her father often studied with her. Later, when she was a little older, she was handed over to the management of the family's money and food. Later, she argued fiercely with her father about many authentic files of unknown origin...

And the first time she entered the palace with her father——

"By the way," Mrs. Zhen suddenly remembered a more important matter, "About Lord Hengyuan..."

She looked at Shizi - the boy could no longer hold on, and fell asleep lying on the bed.

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(End of this chapter)