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The prince looks at Jiang Shaohua with the same admiration a cousin looks at his cousin.

Several princes read with them, and their moods were different.

Li Boyuan's eyes flashed with surprise, and Jiang Yi's eyes were full of curiosity. Zheng Chen's face was calm, but his mood was as turbulent as the waves of an angry sea.

And the Fourth Young Master Wang finally got to see the true face of Princess Nanyang. I don't know why, but I didn't dare to look more. I only took a quick glance and then hurriedly lowered my eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work, cousin Shaohua." The prince's voice was dry and hoarse, revealing endless exhaustion.

Jiang Shaohua stood quietly and responded softly: "I am not working hard, the real hard work is His Highness. The Emperor has passed away, and the sky of this beam is supported by His Highness. No matter how mourning Your Highness is, you must take care of yourself. The court needs Your Highness, Your Highness is needed in the palace.”

"I, Jiang Shaohua, am His Highness's most loyal minister. I will do my best to serve His Highness from now on."

It was obviously a gentle tone, but it also conveyed great strength and determination.

The prince was moved in his heart, and his expression became more gentle and approachable: "I know your intentions. However, there are many civil servants and generals in the court, and there are people around me to dispatch, so there is no need for you, a girl, to come forward for the time being. You can rest assured. Stay with the royal grandmother."

The prince did not deliberately underestimate Jiang Shaohua. But the truth is that the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, as well as the subordinate officials and several companions in the East Palace, are all shrewd and capable. Where is the need for a girl to serve?
Emperor Taikang passed away, and a large funeral was held in the palace. In the harem, only Empress Dowager Zheng appeared in front of the ministers. Others, such as Li Guifei, Fan Guiren and other harem concubines, as well as Princess Baohua and others, all knelt in the inner mourning hall. He didn't meet the courtiers at all.

Jiang Shaohua, the princess of Nanyang, was equivalent to the vassal king, so he was able to come to the Zhaohe Palace to attend the funeral. Otherwise, he would have been led to the mourning hall in the harem long ago.

Jiang Shaohua responded softly.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cheered up, walked to the bed and sat down, and asked in a low voice about Queen Mother Zheng's body. Empress Dowager Zheng held the prince's hand distressedly and choked with sobs: "It's best for the old bones of the Ai family to survive. It doesn't matter if you can't. But you must hold on. This big beam will have to be controlled in the future. You're here to hold on."

The last sentence is like a mountain pressing down, so heavy that it makes you almost breathless.

The haggard and gloomy-looking prince nodded.

Empress Dowager Zheng raised her eyes and read to the princes: "You guys have a good time guarding the prince and don't let the prince work too hard. If the prince is tired and something happens, the Ai family will ask for your help."

The so-called accompanying the prince in reading is of course not just about accompanying the prince in reading. Starting from last year, the prince went to court to listen to the government and handle court affairs, and Zheng Chen and four other people went to court with the prince. The prince reviewed the memorial, and the four of them followed him to read it.

It can be said that they are all the prince's confidants and future important ministers.

Jiang Yi was the first to respond: "Don't worry, Grandma Huang, I will watch my cousin eat and rest every day."

Li Boyuan straightened his chest: "We are guarding His Highness and will not let His Highness collapse from exhaustion."

"Please rest assured, Queen Mother." Zheng Chen took over the words: "We will always be with His Highness and will never let His Highness overwork himself."

Only Wang Jin remained silent.

On the day Emperor Taikang passed away, the grief-stricken Empress Dowager Zheng angrily scolded Prime Minister Wang for scratching his face, and kept asking Prime Minister Wang to be responsible for the death of Emperor Taikang. The Prime Minister's gang members came forward one after another, and Empress Dowager Zheng had to restrain herself.

At this point, Empress Dowager Zheng and Prime Minister Wang were completely at odds. Wang Jin was caught in the middle and suddenly became embarrassed. He was the prince's companion and walked around the palace every day, so he had many opportunities to meet Empress Dowager Zheng. But he is also the youngest son that Prime Minister Wang loves most. How can a son not feel sorry for his father?

Therefore, these days, Wang Jin almost never opens his mouth when in front of Empress Dowager Zheng.

Empress Dowager Zheng did not even look at Wang Jin seriously, but called Zheng Chen over and gave her detailed instructions. This difference in treatment is so obvious that it is almost blinding.

Jiang Shaohua, who was standing aside, had a panoramic view of this scene and was stunned in his heart.

Empress Dowager Zheng's behavior is really stingy and mean. In fact, Empress Dowager Zheng's political literacy was mediocre, much better than that of an ordinary old woman, but far from a real person in power. "Shaohua, come here." Empress Dowager Zheng suddenly waved to Jiang Shaohua.

Jiang Shaohua quickly came to his senses and stepped forward.

Empress Dowager Zheng said: "They are all the prince's companions, and they can be regarded as young men who have grown up under the ai family. You have only met Zixi, and this is the first time for you to meet the other three. Come and meet them."

The prince took over the conversation and introduced them one by one: "This is Li Boyuan, the legitimate son of the Li family and my biological cousin."

"His name is Jiang Yi, he is the crown prince of Gaoliang. You should call him cousin Yi."

"Zixi, you have seen him before. The last one is Prime Minister Wang's youngest son, Wang Jin and Wang Silang."

There is a grand funeral in the palace. Regardless of whether you are feeling sad or not, your face must be extremely sad and you cannot laugh or smile. Jiang Shaohua and all the princes accompanied them to read the ceremony one by one.

Zheng Chen stared deeply at Jiang Shaohua, and then glanced at Wang Silang, who was especially silent today.

"I've met the Fourth Young Master Wang." Jiang Shaohua saluted gracefully and gracefully.

Wang Jin was a little embarrassed and clumsy, and returned the favor: "I have heard about the princess's name for a long time, and today I finally got to see her."

Jiang Shaohua responded politely: "The Fourth Young Master Wang has outstanding literary talent and a wide reputation. I will ask the Fourth Young Master for your advice if I have the opportunity in the future."

Wang Jin mustered up the courage to look at Jiang Shaohua and said, "I don't deserve the princess's high praise. Who dares to say that he is famous in front of the princess."

This is true.

No matter how low-key Jiang Shaohua acted, he was still the first princess in Daliang to have real power and title, and he had money, soldiers and food under his command. The calm demeanor in the way she behaves is definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary girl.

Even the noble Princess Baohua seems to lack something compared to the Jiang Shaohua in front of her.

Jiang Shaohua stared back: "Young Master Wang is so complimentary."

After all, he was the husband-in-law in his previous life. There had been a relatively loving time for a few short years, and they had even given birth to a white-eyed wolf son together.

Even though Jiang Shaohua had a cold heart, he would inevitably feel a little sad when he saw an old friend from his previous life.

This glance made Wang Silang's heart beat faster, and he looked away unconvincingly.

Zheng Chen sneered in his heart again and again, and the rising sourness almost overwhelmed him.

……

After dark, the old ministers kneeling in the emperor's mourning hall were finally helped to rest.

Weeping by day and keeping vigil at night, even a strong man cannot bear it.

Prime Minister Wang was also very old. After kneeling for a day, he was too tired to straighten his back. He was carried back to the wing by his attendants. After hastily eating the cold food, Prime Minister Wang closed his eyes tiredly.

Knock knock knock!
After the door opened, there were familiar footsteps: "Father!"

Prime Minister Wang hummed, managed to open his eyes, and looked at his youngest son beside the bed: "Have you ever visited Princess Nanyang?" (End of Chapter)