I am Emperor Wanli

Chapter 12 Father and Son and Mother and Son

After leaving Sifang Posthouse, Zhu Yijun returned to Prince Yu's Palace.

Today is the day I go back to Prince Yu’s Mansion once every ten days.

As soon as the group arrived at Prince Yu's Mansion, two eunuchs were looking in at the side door and hurried forward to greet them.

"This servant has greeted the prince."

"Mother asked you to wait here?" Zhu Yijun asked.

"Yes. The princess has been looking forward to the prince's return since early morning."

"Okay, go tell mother first, I'll come over after I pay my respects to father."

"Yes."

The two eunuchs left happily.

Zhu Yijun was originally named Zhu Yijun, and was the eldest son of Prince Yu's first wife, Li. After Li died of illness, Prince Yu married Chen as his wife, who had no children. She raised Zhu Yijun with great care, and took care of him wholeheartedly when he was sick.

Zhu Yixuan "came back to life" and was given the name Zhu Yijun by Emperor Jiajing. After being made the Prince of Yu, his relationship with Chen became closer.

Zhu Yijun knew that he needed someone to support him in Prince Yu's Mansion.

My father is not very reliable, so my childless mother Chen is the most suitable candidate.

Rely on each other.

Moreover, the Chen family and the Li family became relatives, making the relationship even closer.

Zhu Yijun walked into Prince Yu's Mansion from the side door with his head held high.

Along the way, subordinates, servants, maids, and eunuchs stood by the roadside and greeted respectfully.

Zhu Yijun smiled and nodded all the way, heading straight to the central hall of the palace.

My stepfather, Prince Yu Zhu Zaigui, was sitting in the central hall.

He was 26 years old this year, with a long round face, and he looked 60% like Emperor Jiajing, but his features were much softer. However, his complexion was a little dull, his eyes were slightly swollen, and he had a pair of shallow eye bags.

My own father, the king, cannot control himself when it comes to beauty.

Zhu Yijun lifted his collar, walked up to Zhu Zaigui, knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Your son Zhu Yijun pays homage to your father."

"Jun'er, get up quickly." Zhu Zaigui said with a smile, raising his right hand.

"Thank you, father." Zhu Yijun jumped up.

"Come sit down, let's sit down and chat together, father and son." Zhu Zaigui pointed to the seat at the lower left.

After Zhu Yijun sat down, Zhu Zaigui rolled his eyes, as if he was thinking of a topic in his mind.

"Is Father okay?"

"In reply to my father, I hope the emperor is in good health."

"How are your daily studies going?"

"In reply to your father's words, in the past ten days, I have read the Analects of Confucius with Mr. Shuda (Zhang Juzheng) for four days, read the Book of Songs with Mr. Shilu (Li Chunfang) for three days, and read the Book of Han with Mr. Shiliang (Pan Jixun) for three days, and I have gained a lot.

The teachers have homework every day, and my son completes it carefully, with grades above average. The homework and grades will be presented to the Emperor for review, and then kept in the inner treasury."

Zhu Zaigui nodded, "That's good. You are the prince of Yu, and the eldest grandson of my father. My father also attaches great importance to your studies. However, the first priority in studying is the classics, and poetry and other miscellaneous books can be slow.

Learn the teachings of the sages well and lay a good foundation. You can also study poetry and miscellaneous books when you have time. You are just starting to learn, and it is the time to lay a foundation. You still need to study the classics carefully. Even eight or nine days in ten days is not enough.

You must make this clear to your father, and tell him that you have read the sage's scriptures and gained some insights. If you do this, your father will like you more."

Zhu Yijun felt amused listening to his father Zhu Zaigui talking nonsense in a serious manner.

You really think I'm an eight-year-old kid and you can fool me at will.

You have become stupid after reading the books of sages, and now you want to fool me too?

You wanted me to concentrate on studying the "Sages' Scriptures", but you were afraid that my academic curriculum was arranged by the Emperor, so you didn't dare to make a request to your father in person. You encouraged me to act like a spoiled child and change the academic curriculum according to your opinions.

Father, what is your responsibility?

Besides, the current academic curriculum was obtained by me "acting cute" in front of the Emperor, so how can I possibly change it by acting cute again?
"Father, I have told Grandfather the Emperor, but he only listened and did not speak. There is nothing I can do."

That’s what I’m saying. If you have the guts, go confront your father.
Look at how cowardly you are. When you see your old man, your legs go weak and you can't even speak clearly.

Besides, the two dragons won’t meet, and the emperor will never meet you.

Zhu Zaigui knew that his father had big ideas, and the fear in his heart prevented him from saying much.

Suddenly, a crisp cough was heard from the next room in the hall.

Zhu Zaigui's eyes flashed, he was reminded.

"My Lord, when you were with the Emperor, did you hear anything about Yan Song and his son?" "Lord Yan Song?"

"Well, that's him."

"The Emperor didn't have much of an opinion about Yan Song. He said that he didn't teach his son well and that he lost his integrity in his later years. Sometimes, he still said that he missed the old man a little when he was gone."

Hearing this, Zhu Zaigui's face turned a little ugly, and his Adam's apple kept shaking up and down.

"But the Emperor hated Yan Shifan deeply. That day, he took the list of things confiscated from Yan's residence and scolded him for half an hour.

Zhu Zai's face lit up: "Scold Yan Shifan?"

"Yes, scold Yan Shifan."

"Father is very angry?"

"Grandpa Huang was very angry and scolded me fiercely. I didn't dare to say anything because I was terrified."

Zhu Zaigui let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhu Yijun saw this and felt even more contempt for the Qingliu group headed by Prince Yu's party.

You guys have been fighting Yan Song for so many years, but you have been defeated all the time and you still don’t know how to sum up your experience.

Why are you always targeting Yan Song?

He is cunning and sly, and the way he behaves is like a glass bead, so slippery that you can't find any handle on him at all.

On the contrary, Yan Shifan is lustful, greedy for money, arrogant and domineering, and you have a lot of evidence against him.

What's more, he was valued by the emperor only because of his relationship with Yan Song, the emperor loved him and his family, and he also had some abilities.

His position in the emperor's heart is far inferior to that of Yan Song, and he can be easily overthrown.

To overthrow Yan, we must first overthrow the building!

If you defeat Yan Shifan, Yan Song will be a toothless tiger and will gradually be hated and alienated by the Emperor. By then, if you overthrow Yan, Yan Song will be a dead fish.

This relationship was not straightened out, and they just kept attacking Yan Song, a meat shield with high defense and high health.

Yan Shifan, a highly sensitive and powerful assassin, hides behind a meat shield, waiting for an opportunity to kill everyone and leave your corpses all over the ground.

I have learned so many lessons but never summarized them. No wonder I keep losing and losing so badly.

The father and son talked for about quarter of an hour, asking and answering each other.

Zhu Zaigui got the information he wanted and was eager to discuss it with the officials of the Eastern Palace. He said absentmindedly: "Well, go see your mother."

"Yes. My son is leaving now."

"Go."

After Zhu Yijun left, Zhu Zaigui turned around and quickly went into the side room next door.

Led by the eunuchs, Zhu Yijun came to the backyard of the palace.

In the front hall of the backyard, Princess Chen was asking Feng Bao questions.

She carefully asked Zhu Yijun about every detail of his ten-day stay in Xiyuan, whether he was serious in school during the day, whether he was injured during martial arts practice in the afternoon, whether he covered himself with a blanket when sleeping at night, and whether he had enough for three meals a day.
Seeing Zhu Yijun coming back, Chen stood up in surprise and went to greet him.

"Your son greets his mother."

"Get up, get up. Why are you still being so polite when you are already in your own home? Get up quickly."

Chen pulled Zhu Yijun and asked him to sit in front of her.

Chen said happily: "He has grown taller and stronger."

The wet nurse Yang Ma beside him was also full of joy: "The prince is now as tall and strong as a boy of eleven or twelve years old, and he is healthy. This is better than anything else."

Zhu Yijun didn't know how tall the Wanli Emperor was in history, but he knew that he was 1.82 meters tall in his previous life, strong and sturdy. In his spare time, he liked to play basketball, run, swim, and climb mountains.

Could it be that after the soul traveled through time and space, it also brought the genes from the previous life?
"Madam Yang, go and prepare the cloth that the palace has given us. We will measure the prince's body today and make him two sets of clothes."

"Mother, you don't have to work so hard. Grandpa Emperor has asked the palace to make clothes for me."

"Those are clothes for outer wear. What about clothes that are fitted? You are growing very fast now, and clothes that are too tight will be uncomfortable to wear.

Madam Yang, get ready, measure the prince's size, and we will make him three sets of underwear."

"Okay, ma'am."

Zhu Yijun did not say anything. He felt the deep love that Princess Chen, as a mother, had for him.

A warm current surges and reverberates in my heart.

In the harem and royal palace full of intrigue and deception, this kind of family affection is so rare and precious!

(End of this chapter)