I Am This Type of Woman

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"Prince," Shi Shi walked into the study and put down the food box in his hand, "This is the soup I made for someone to cook, please take a sip."

"Just put it here," the prince took an unopened memorial and put it on the memorial he was reviewing, "You have worked hard."

Shi Shi noticed that he was guarding against herself, and felt a little bitter. After putting down the food box, she blessed the prince: "You should pay attention to rest, don't burn yourself out." She opened the food box, brought out the soup, and put it in the In front of the prince, "I watch you drink."

"No need," the prince looked up at her, "I'll drink it after reading this booklet, you go to rest."

The faint smell of broth lingered in the room, and the princess took a step back: "The concubine resigns."

"En." The prince lowered his head and didn't look at her.

Shishi walked slowly to the door, and looked back at the prince, but the prince still didn't look at her, only the forgotten bowl of soup was emitting heat, and it would cool down at some point.

After the crown prince resumed supervising the country, he dismissed the officials who had replaced Rong Xia and Yao Peiji, and then personally went to Yao's house to invite Yao Peiji to return to the court, acting as a corporal of courtesy.

After Yao Peiji returned to the court, everyone was guessing when Cheng Anhou would return to the court. What everyone didn't expect was that when the prince came to visit Cheng Anhou in person, Cheng Anhou rejected the prince's request.

Think about it again, Marquis Cheng An is a man of letters. After he entered the court, he did a lot of practical things for the court. As a result, King Ning dismissed him as soon as he said he would, without even giving him any face. How could a beautiful woman come back willingly when she was pregnant?

What's more, maybe he is also of royal blood, so it's strange that he can swallow his breath after being so humiliated.

The officials of the prince's faction were very angry. This Marquis Cheng An really didn't know how to flatter him. The prince came to invite him personally as a prince, but he didn't show any face. Does the prince have to beg him?

"Prince," a sixth-rank official belonging to the East Palace said angrily, "Rong Xia is not the only one with talent in the world. You have a noble status, so how can you condescend to invite him again for his sake?"

"Talents are often found, rare talents are rare." The prince stretched out his arms and asked the maid to adjust his robe for him. He strongly disapproved of this little official's statement, "with the help of the king, a lonely tiger adds wings."

"But......"

"In ancient times, there were sages who came to visit many times for talents. Although I dare not compare myself, but for the sake of the century-old foundation of the great cause, why is it difficult for me to go a few more times?"

"Prince Gao Yi!"

"It's my short-sightedness."

The prince smiled wryly, it's not because of his high righteousness, it's just that the court is already a mess, people's grievances are everywhere, corrupt officials are like moths destroying the foundation, and officials in the court are like a mess of loose sand, dragging each other's legs, it's really not easy to manage.

Although Rong Xia was young, he was very prestigious in the court. Even when he was punished by his father and almost everyone in the world thought he was rejected, some officials spoke up for him in the court, which shows its influence.