Imperial Study Room.
The Emperor, dressed in a bright yellow Dragon Robe, sat majestically on the Dragon Throne.
Seated below were the Eldest Prince and the Second Prince, who had co together to visit the Emperor.
The Eldest Prince was born of Noble Consort Wang and was outstanding among the many Princes. He wore a white silk band around his head, dressed in snow-white silk satin, with a long tassel belt of white silk at his waist, from which hung a piece of Mutton-fat White Jade. He wore an overcoat, with eyebrows reaching his temples, slender and gentle eyes, a well-defined nose, and fair skin, making him incredibly handso. In the Capital, he was one of the few truly handso n.
Looking at the Emperor, the Eldest Prince smiled and said, "Imperial Father, it’s almost ti for the annual royal hunt again; will you join us?"
The Eldest Prince was the Emperor’s first child, not only handso but also exceptionally intelligent from a young age, which naturally made the Emperor very fond of him.
The Emperor laughed: "Haha...! No, your Imperial Father is old now, and my body cannot bear it. You brothers go and enjoy yourselves."
The Eldest Prince quickly said, "Imperial Father is in your pri, how can you be old? You should go, get out and relax, it’s not good to stay in the palace reviewing morials all day."
The Second Prince, standing by, also quickly said, "Yes! The weather is not that cold now, and going outside would be good. At that ti, this Imperial Son will hunt a tiger for you, to make a tiger-skin coat, would that be alright?"
The Emperor, upon hearing this, laughed heartily: "Good, Second Prince truly understands my heart."
The Second Prince, born to a concubine, did not have as high a status as that of Noble Consort Wang. However, the Second Prince was smooth-talking, often making the Emperor laugh heartily, and the Emperor was also very fond of him.
The Second Prince was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a white long robe with a slightly open collar, eyes deep and spirited, a high nose bridge, and sensuous lips, especially when put together, making a masterpiece as if crafted by God.
Indeed, the Imperial Palace is a place where handso n erge.
After all, their Mother Consorts are all beauties, so how could their children not be remarkable!
Seeing the Emperor happy, the Second Prince seized the opportunity to ask, "Imperial Father, are you going to the hunting ground then?"
"Go, go, go, alright then, hahaha...," the Emperor was very amused by the Second Prince’s antics.
The Eldest Prince felt a bit uncomfortable, for he was the Eldest Prince, and the Imperial Father should favor him more. Why did the Second Brother co in and imdiately take the Imperial Father’s attention?
So, he quickly said, "Imperial Father, this Imperial Son will also hunt a tiger for you."
The mont the Eldest Prince finished speaking, the Second Prince laughed: "Imperial Brother, hunting is not like reading; you need to be exceptional in martial arts."
"If you can, I certainly can as well."
The Eldest Prince was quite resentful because, in the imperial private school, his grades were always at the top. The Second Prince, apart from being smooth-tongued, had very average grades. Why could he please the Imperial Father while he couldn’t?
The Eldest Prince looked quite puffed up with displeasure.
The Emperor laughed: "Eldest Imperial Son, there’s no need to be angry. The Second Prince’s strength is in martial arts, while yours lies in academics. In the future, you can help review morials, which will be very useful! Besides, you already have the heart, which makes very happy, haha...!"
After hearing these words, the Eldest Prince’s previously discontented mood imdiately turned joyful. What did it imply when the Imperial Father said he could help with morials? Even a fool could understand it.
Now, it was the Second Prince’s turn to feel unhappy. He wondered, what did the Imperial Father an? Was it a hint that the Imperial Brother would be the Crown Prince in the future?
Although deeply dissatisfied, the Second Prince’s smile did not wane, for the Imperial Father was The Revered One of the Ninth-Five, and he could not risk making him angry.
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