Afraid of people?
Young Master Su has never been afraid of anyone.
He’s quite familiar with the Emperor.
You could say the Emperor is the most approachable person he knows.
Being the Emperor, he cares about his reputation and would never bully a child.
Unlike his father who tricks his sons, he and his elder brother have nowhere to complain.
If he doesn’t find a way to solve problems, relying on his father, who knows how badly he’ll be tricked.
Thinking of this, Young Master Su’s nose started to feel sour.
Other young masters are so fortunate; why is life so hard for him?
Young Master Su is such a resilient troublemaker; he’s used to getting beaten, yet he’s never shed a tear.
This ti, being tricked by his own father, the tears flowed freely.
Eunuch Fu, upon seeing this, felt distressed and looked at the Emperor, "Emperor, what should we do...?"
Marquis Dongxiang pawned his son’s marriage to the court for its consideration, showcasing his loyalty to the Emperor.
But a major court affair placed on the shoulders of a seven or eight-year-old child, how can his small fra bear it?
The Emperor rubbed his forehead and said, "I know you’re feeling wronged. Co down for now, at least give your father so face."
It would have been better not to ntion his father; ntioning him made Young Master Su even angrier.
"My father is capable of selling his own son; is he still worried about losing face?" Young Master Su lay on the big box, indignant.
"...."
A group of guards stood uncomfortably.
They could barely hold back their laughter.
But would laughing affect their future?
Other families have loving fathers and filial sons; how did it beco fathers and sons tricking each other, fathers and sons being enemies in the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion?
Young Master Su’s words completely stumped the Emperor. Young Master Su was indeed a bit pitiful in this matter.
But marriages are arranged by parental order and matchmaking...
Thinking of his daughter, the Emperor silently withdrew his words.
Having grown up on Qingyun Mountain, under its influence, his daughter had done things like snatching n in public, let alone Young Master Su.
Expecting him to obediently accept an arranged marriage from his elders is like expecting the sun to rise in the west.
For a mont, the Emperor was at a loss.
The compensation from Nanliang was sent into the palace for the Emperor to personally review; many concubines ca to join the fun, taking the opportunity to flatter the Emperor.
Now everyone had arrived, and instead of seeing boxes and boxes full of silver ingots, they saw Young Master Su lying on a big box, crying.
More and more palace attendants gathered to watch the commotion.
The Emperor lost interest in evaluating Young Master Su’s "selling money" — isn’t this building joy upon the pain of a half-grown child?
Signaling Eunuch Fu with a glance, the Emperor turned and headed back to the Imperial Study.
Eunuch Fu felt troubled.
Young Master Su, though young, was raised through the tricks of Marquis Dongxiang and his wife, not easy to fool.
But divine brilliance is difficult to express.
Eunuch Fu could only muster the courage to coax Young Master Su off the big box.
Eunuch Fu carefully persuaded, but Young Master Su remained unmoved, wanting to bring the one million taels back to the mansion, reassured only when the silver was in his own hands.
While Eunuch Fu was persuading, the Ninth Prince and others gathered around—so many people were watching, Young Master Su didn’t blush, but their cheeks flushed.
Young Master Su turned over in exhaustion, sprawling spread-eagle.
His little face showed a sense of hopelessness from being tricked by his own father.
Eunuch Fu felt compassion but still had to suppress his conscience to persuade, "Why don’t you go plead to the Emperor? Lying on a big box is aningless."
"This box of silver probably isn’t even more than a hundred thousand taels; even if it’s given to you, you can’t carry it back to the mansion."
Young Master Su looked at Eunuch Fu, thinking he made a point.
Even if the Emperor turned a blind eye and let him take the big box, he couldn’t carry it away.
Without the Emperor’s consent, who would dare help him move things?
Besides, even ten thousand taels wouldn’t serve much purpose.
Young Master Su got off the big box and quickly ran towards the Imperial Study.
The Ninth Prince and several others followed suit.
After walking only a dozen steps and looking back, they saw Eunuch Fu urging the guards, "What are you waiting for? Quickly move it away."
There’s no way the Emperor would let Young Master Su take the money.
The guards rushed with the box, fearing Young Master Su would turn around and leap back.
Once the guards moved away, Eunuch Fu felt relieved and walked toward the Imperial Study, only a few steps before hearing a voice from within, "Emperor, Emperor...."
Inside the Imperial Study, there wasn’t a trace of the Emperor.
Shielded by the screen, under the Dragon Desk, no sign of the Emperor was found, prompting Young Master Su to dash outside.
Eunuch Fu, hearing Young Master Su looking for the Emperor, knew the Emperor didn’t want to agree with Young Master Su and dodged to avoid the reputation of bullying a half-grown child.
With the Emperor hiding, could Eunuch Fu not slip away?
Yet, unable to escape, Young Master Su quickly regained composure, dashed out, and grabbed Eunuch Fu’s sleeve.
Young Master Su was nearly bursting with anger.
All bullying him alone!
Eunuch Fu’s headache worsened.
Grabbing him was useless, whether it was one million taels or even ten thousand, he couldn’t make the decision.
Young Master Su was so upset that steam seed to rise from his head.
Eunuch Fu advised, "Young Master Su, let go. Think about it, even if the Emperor allowed you to take the money ho, can you ensure your father won’t spend it again?"
... It’s certainly not guaranteed.
Young Master Su’s complexion turned dire.
Seeing an opening, Eunuch Fu quickly continued, "The money is with the Emperor; there’s still hope to retrieve it. If your father spends it, there won’t be any hope at all."
"Besides, the crux of the matter is with your father. If your father asked the Emperor for the million taels, could the Emperor refuse?"
In summary, if you don’t first deal with your father, it’s futile.
The Ninth Prince and others agreed with Eunuch Fu’s reasoning.
The Emperor clearly wasn’t a match for his father.
Young Master Su, still young, after so persuasion, released his grip on Eunuch Fu’s sleeve.
Eunuch Fu didn’t leave, continuing, "Don’t be sad; you must believe your father cares for you."
Young Master Su looked at Eunuch Fu, "Do you believe that?"
Eunuch Fu, "...."
Eunuch Fu was embarrassed.
This advice might work for anyone else, but for Young Master Su, it’s a stinging blow to the heart.
Kind mother, strict father.
Madam Tang of Dongxiang Marquis Mansion was not exactly kind to her son; even he had seen her thrashing Young Master Su with a feather duster.
Strict father, Marquis Dongxiang was not only strict but also deceptive.
Eunuch Fu considered himself eloquent and persuasive.
Yet, looking at Young Master Su’s still tear-stained face full of grievance, he was at a loss for words.
Speaking well of Marquis Dongxiang would be aiding the villain.
The Ninth Prince pulled Young Master Su and said, "Don’t worry. You’re still so young, Beimo wouldn’t rush to marry the princess off to you."
The words were easy—how could he not be anxious?
"They could spend money to marry the princess to ; who knows if one day they might impulsively send the princess to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion?" Young Master Su worried.
"I don’t even have money for myself; I certainly don’t want to split half with her."
"...."
They couldn’t hold back.
Their cheeks were on the verge of cramping.
Eunuch Fu quickly excused himself for a quick escape.
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