Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

October of the seventh year of Chongwu.

Emperor Rensheng, accompanied by his empress, concluded his five-month-long southern tour.

During this period, the Emperor and Empress traveled to various cities, inspecting government affairs and severely punishing corrupt officials; they personally observed the people's conditions to provide a basis for formulating appropriate policies; they offered sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, sincerely praying for national peace and prosperity, and favorable weather; they boosted the economy, vigorously promoted agriculture and commerce, and encouraged women to engage in business; they proclaimed imperial power, demonstrating the benevolence and majesty of the royal family...

Every move of the emperor and empress was recorded by historians and destined to be recorded in the annals of history and praised by future generations.

In the tenth year of Chongwu's reign, the ten-year-old Crown Prince Jun Yihuan, after undergoing rigorous tests by the Grand Tutor and His Majesty, finally received permission to formally enter the court and participate in government affairs.

From the age of six, Jun Yihuan would go to General Wei's mansion to practice martial arts every morning at the first light of dawn.

General Wei was a valiant veteran who fought alongside the emperor on the battlefield. He had sharp eyes and was full of energy.

Not only did he teach Jun Yihuan horseback riding and archery step by step, with each move meticulous and standardized, but he also carefully imparted military strategy and tactics to him, with each word carrying profound meaning.

Today, Jun Yihuan went to the drill ground as usual and trained alongside the soldiers, sweating profusely.

As the sun set and the afterglow turned blood-red, he returned to the palace; it was already late afternoon.

Usually, after finishing his training at the training ground, he would go straight back to the prince's residence to wash up and rest properly.

However, today, summoned by his father, Jun Yihuan returned home and rushed to the Qianqing Palace without even having time to tidy himself up.

"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty." Jun Yihuan knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke in a loud but respectful voice.

After four years of martial arts training, Jun Yihuan, though only ten years old, is already nearly seven feet tall (less than 1.7 meters).

He wore a blue python robe, the hem of which swayed slightly in the wind. His posture was as upright as a pine tree, and he was exceptionally handsome. Between his eyebrows and eyes, he perfectly inherited the heroism of His Majesty and the gentleness of the Empress.

Get up.

"Thank you, Father Emperor."

Jun Yihuan stood up and stood with his head bowed.

"I have summoned you here today because I have important instructions. Many towns in Jinzhou have recently been suffering from drought."

Jun Zechen sat on the dragon throne, his expression solemn.

"With poor harvests and rising prices, many disaster victims have turned to theft and disrupted order. In addition, many people have been forced to leave their homes in search of water and food, forming a wave of migrants, which has brought a lot of pressure and instability to the surrounding cities."

As Jun Zechen spoke, he tapped the table lightly with his fingers, his eyes revealing worry.

"I intend to send you to Jinzhou to handle this matter, and the officials from the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Revenue will assist you."

This is a major test for the Crown Prince by Jun Zechen. The drought in Jinzhou is extremely severe and the situation is complex. It requires someone with extraordinary wisdom, a broad vision, outstanding leadership, compassion, and a strong sense of responsibility to coordinate the overall situation and handle this thorny matter.

Jun Yihuan grew up under his careful guidance from a young age. He went to the Prince's Academy at the age of four to receive systematic learning, and began to hone his skills among civil and military officials at the age of seven. This year, he was able to enter the court to participate in politics.

If the drought can be resolved perfectly this time, it will not only win the heartfelt support of the people, but also establish extremely high prestige among the officials.

"Yes, Father, I will certainly not fail in my mission."

Jun Yihuan's youthful face was serious, his gaze firm, and he clasped his hands together, solemnly accepting the heavy responsibility entrusted to him by his father.

At this moment, he even faintly possessed five parts of the majestic demeanor of Emperor Jun Zechen.

"You will depart in three days. Today, go to Kunning Palace to see your mother, but you must not tell her about your journey."

Jun Zechen narrowed his eyes slightly and gave the order in a serious tone.

He knew that Yao Yao loved her son dearly. Although she was strict with Jun Yihuan at times, even if he made the most thorough arrangements, accidents could still happen when they went deep into places severely affected by disasters and frequented by bandits.

In the event of a disaster, there are always some people who will stop at nothing to make money, and it is not surprising that they would do anything outrageous in private.

There might even be more serious situations, such as the ministers in the court who are now dissatisfied with Jun Yihuan's entry into the court and participation in politics setting a trap in Jinzhou.

These potential dangers and variables are difficult for anyone to predict accurately.

But Jun Yihuan had to go. No matter what conspiracies or schemes lay ahead, he had to face them and try his best to overcome them.

If he could cleverly outmaneuver those who were plotting against him, Jun Zechen would truly look at him with new respect.

He went through the same thing back then.

Given the perilous situation, Jun Zechen was genuinely worried that Yao Yao would be unable to eat or sleep properly if she found out, so it was best to keep the matter a secret.

Every time the Empress Dowager is mentioned, the Emperor seems to become a different person. Although Jun Yihuan was already used to it, the corner of his mouth still twitched involuntarily.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will go and see you soon, so that you will not worry about me."

He knew his father's thoughts and didn't want his mother to worry about it, so whether it was his daily studies or the many problems he had encountered recently in court, Jun Yihuan kept silent and didn't reveal a word to his mother.

He'll always find a way to solve it.

His father had said that he would protect his mother for the rest of his life, and Jun Yihuan shared the same sentiment.

Since this is something he must experience and bear, he will never disappoint his father and mother, nor will he let his mother worry about him day and night.

Then, Jun Yihuan was about to leave.

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Jun Zechen suddenly called out to Jun Yihuan, then frowned and said with a look of disdain, "You just came back from the training ground?"

Jun Yihuan was somewhat confused and paused for a moment, but still quickly replied, "Yes."

"Look at your clothes, there are quite a few scratches, and there are also some small wounds on your neck. Go change your clothes first, and try to cover up the wounds that are showing, so that your mother won't see them and feel distressed."

She had never shown such tenderness towards herself before, but she had always doted on Jun Yihuan since childhood.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will go and change it right away."

Then he reached up and touched his neck. "Ouch," it really hurt a bit; there was indeed a wound.

Jun Yihuan left Qianqing Palace and returned to the Prince's quarters to change into clothes that could cover the wound on his neck before he felt at ease and prepared to go to Kunning Palace.

Unexpectedly, when Jun Yihuan passed by the Imperial Garden, he happened to run into Consort Yan.

When Consort Yan saw the Crown Prince, she quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I greet you." Her voice carried a hint of deliberate respect.

"Consort Yan, please rise."

Jun Yihuan tilted his head slightly, his expression calm.

As the eldest son of the Empress, he held a noble status. In the entire palace, he only needed to pay his respects to his grandmother, father, and mother. Everyone else had to bow respectfully to him.

"Is the Crown Prince heading to Kunning Palace?"

With a smile on her face, Consort Yan stared at Jun Yihuan and asked tentatively.

"Yes."

Jun Yihuan gave a brief reply, his eyes cold, showing no intention of talking to Yan Zhaoyi any further.

Seeing his coldness, Consort Yan's expression instantly turned sour.

Her seventh prince is now eight years old. Since he went to the Prince's Residence at the age of five, he can only return to Yuqing Palace once a week at designated times. Unlike the eldest prince, who can return whenever he wants.

Moreover, the eldest prince has already entered the court at a young age. In another two years, it is unknown whether her son will be able to pass the Grand Tutor and His Majesty's tests and enter the court at the tender age of ten.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoyi felt increasingly uneasy.

Just as Jun Yihuan was about to turn and leave, Consort Yan spoke up again, saying, "I wonder if the First Prince knows how your Seventh Prince is doing in his studies at the Prince's Academy? If there is anything he doesn't understand, we would appreciate it if you, his elder brother, could teach him properly."

As soon as Consort Yan finished speaking, Consort Xian, who was strolling in the Imperial Garden with Princess Ruixi, overheard her, and Princess Ruixi naturally heard it as well.

Princess Ruixi is eight years old this year. She has been pampered and spoiled in the palace since she was a child, and has never suffered any grievances.

Whether she heard it from her mother or from Consort Xian, Princess Ruixi had no good feelings towards Consort Yan.

She strode over to Jun Yihuan's side, grabbed his sleeve, and interrupted Yan Zhaoyi's words.

"Elder brother, Ning'an hasn't seen you in so long!" The voice was clear and melodious, full of joy.

When Jun Yihuan saw his younger sister, his expression softened considerably. He smiled slightly and reached out to gently pat her head. "Hmm, Ning'an is even more beautiful now."

When Consort Yan saw Consort Xian and Princess Ruixi approaching, she knelt down and bowed to greet them.

"Your Majesty, I greet Consort Xian and Your Highness the Princess."

Over the years, Consort Xian has often deliberately made things difficult for Consort Yan in some seemingly insignificant but insidious matters.

At this moment, she deliberately delayed calling for Yan Zhaoyi to rise while she was bowing, just as she always did.

Consort Yan remained in the bowing posture, her body gradually trembling.

Although she had grown accustomed to the Consort Xian's刁难 (diāonán, making things difficult for her) over the years, her face turned from white to green when she was shown such disrespect in front of the eldest prince and Princess Ruixi, these younger generations.

She bit her lip tightly, her hands clenched into fists inside her sleeves.

Consort Xian, having secretly gloated for a while, finally said slowly, "Get up."

Then, Princess Ruixi raised her chin and said in a coquettish voice, "Consort Yan, my brother is very busy with state affairs these days and rarely returns to Kunning Palace. How can he have time to teach my seventh brother?"

She blinked her big eyes, her innocent face revealing a sharp tongue.

"When I visited my fifth brother at the Prince's Palace before, I found that my seventh brother was not very diligent in his studies. Consort Yan should teach him properly when he returns to Yuqing Palace."

The little girl raised her head, her gaze fixed on Consort Yan.

"Don't let Father worry."

A look of embarrassment immediately appeared on Consort Yan's face. She forced a smile and said, "Yes, Your Highness."

She was actually being lectured by an eight-year-old girl.

Jun Yihuan was pressed for time and wanted to return to Kunning Palace to dine with his mother. He really didn't want to continue dealing with Consort Yan here.

He frowned slightly and said, "Royal sister, let's go back to Kunning Palace to dine with the Empress Dowager today."

Princess Ruixi had always liked to cling to her eldest brother when she was little. Upon hearing this, her eyes lit up with joy, and she quickly took his hand.

They cheered, "Good!"

As Yan Zhaoyi watched Jun Yihuan's retreating figure, a ruthless glint appeared in her eyes. She would not let them be so smug!