Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 411 The Emperor's Son 7

Even after returning to his residence, the Third Prince's steps were still somewhat unsteady, as if he still couldn't believe that he had truly become the Crown Prince.

The entire household was already kneeling on the ground, and everyone offered their congratulations in unison.

He raised his hand to signal everyone to stand up, but there was no joy on his face; instead, his brows were furrowed.

Seeing this, the strategist asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, is there something you're worried about?"

The Third Prince said in a deep voice, "What happened to my Second Brother was no accident. Father's mind is unpredictable, and the position of Crown Prince may not be a blessing."

The strategist pondered for a moment and said, "Your Highness only needs to be careful in your words and deeds and not give others any fault to use against you, and you will naturally be safe."

The Third Prince shook his head: "Not enough."

He raised his eyes, a sharp glint in them. "I heard that Second Brother angered Father Emperor by wanting to divorce his principal wife for the sake of another woman."

"Sir, please remind me from time to time to stay away from women."

The strategist nodded in satisfaction: "The Crown Prince is truly talented."

A few days later, in the imperial court.

The third prince participated in politics for the first time as the crown prince. His words and actions were calm and measured, and the ministers nodded in approval.

Qingmo sat high on the dragon throne, her gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on the Third Prince, and said calmly:

"Your Highness, what do you think should be done about the floods in the southern border?"

The Third Prince, unperturbed, stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, “Your Majesty, I believe we should first open the granaries to distribute grain and appease the disaster victims, and then send the Ministry of Works to oversee the repair of the river embankment to prevent future troubles.”

Qingmo nodded slightly: "Granted."

"So, who do you all think should be sent to handle this disaster relief?"

Qingmo's gaze slowly swept over the assembled officials in the hall, and the hall fell silent for a moment.

Disaster relief is no easy task. If done well, it's a great achievement; if done poorly, it can cost lives.

For an honest official, this is a tough job.

For corrupt officials, the potential profits are obvious, but the risks are also present.

The emperor's temperament is unpredictable these days, this is a hot potato, and he might just find something to use against us.

The Minister of Revenue stepped forward, bowed, and said, “Your Majesty, this old minister recommends the Vice Minister of Works, Lord Li, to go. Lord Li has overseen water conservancy projects in Jiangnan and is very experienced.”

The Vice Minister of Rites stepped forward to object: "Although Vice Minister Li is well-versed in water conservancy, the people of the southern border are known for their fierce and warlike nature. We need a respected and virtuous senior official to oversee the region. I believe we should send..."

"Your son is willing to go."

The Third Prince's voice interrupted the Vice Minister of Rites.

Everyone looked on in surprise, only to see him standing calmly in the hall.

A strange light flashed in Qingmo's eyes: "The Crown Prince has just ascended the throne and is not yet familiar with the affairs of the court..."

"That is precisely why I should personally experience the hardships of the people and do practical things for them," the Third Prince said firmly.

Everyone knows that he requested permission at this time because he probably wanted to achieve something to impress the emperor.

The senior officials in the hall exchanged glances and all fell silent.

Qingmo pondered for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly, "Since the Crown Prince has this intention, I grant it, however..."

Her gaze suddenly sharpened. "If the Crown Prince fails to handle this small matter properly, don't blame me for punishing him."

"Father, rest assured, your son will definitely complete the mission."

After the court session, ministers from the Third Prince's faction hurriedly followed him: "Your Highness, why did you volunteer? The southern border is far away, and the disaster situation is complex. If you don't handle it well, I'm afraid..."

The Third Prince continued walking, saying in a low voice, "I have just entered the Eastern Palace, and many people in the court are not convinced. If I don't achieve something, how can I secure this position?"

The minister suddenly realized: "Your Highness is wise."

The Third Prince has gone to provide disaster relief, while things are peaceful and prosperous here in Qingmo. As for the memorials and such, let Jue Er take a look.

"Your Majesty, which concubine's palace will we visit tonight?"

Clear foam...

Go to hell.

The original owner was a good emperor, not the kind of person who lusts after beautiful women.

Now that I'm older, I haven't participated in talent shows for a long time.

The harem was full of elderly women, and although they were all middle-aged and still had their charms, she really couldn't muster any interest in them.

If you were to choose a few beautiful young women in their late teens or early twenties for her, perhaps she could also display her prowess. But now—

Forget it! Forget it!

You're an old maid yourself, so don't go around ruining young girls' lives.

She can seduce ignorant young boys, but not young girls, mainly because of the difference in gender, and she has little interest in them.

We can just watch someone dance and sway their hips; we must never send them to the emperor's bed.

Qingmo waved her hand lazily and said to the eunuch beside her, "I'm not going anywhere tonight. I'll stay in the Imperial Study and review memorials."

The eunuch was taken aback, and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, Eunuch Jue has been reviewing them all afternoon..."

Qingmo raised an eyebrow: "Oh? That's perfect, I'll go see how he approved it."

Inside the Imperial Study, Jue Er was hunched over his desk, writing furiously, with a pile of memorials beside him. His brows were furrowed, clearly tormented by the complexities of government affairs.

Qingmo silently walked up behind him and suddenly asked, "Jue Er, how was the assessment?"

With a flick of his wrist, a drop of ink "splattered" onto the memorial, spreading into a black stain.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and gave a forced smile: "Thanks to Your Majesty, this servant... is very well."

Qingmo patted his shoulder with a smile: "That's good. I'll hand over my memorials for tonight to you as well."

Jue Er: "...?"

Qingmo said confidently, "The capable should do more work."

After a moment of silence, Jue Er suddenly smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, this servant has heard that Consort De specially instructed the Imperial Kitchen to prepare a nourishing soup for you."

Qingmo asked alertly, "So?"

Jue Er said slowly, "So, would you like to stay overnight at the Empress's palace?"

"Boom."

Qingmo kicked him in the butt.

Qingmo: "Noisy."

Being an emperor is such a hassle; every woman wants to get into her bed.

Danger! Danger! It's really dangerous!!!

Being an emperor isn't easy.

He's so old, clearly on his deathbed, yet he still has to satisfy the concubines in the harem. What a sin!