Rong Ting, the second-in-command, wasn't that happy either.
Perhaps it was because of his age, but he realized that some of the ministers treated him like a child. In modern times, he was indeed a child, but in Daye, he was already 12 years old. No matter how one looked at it, he was no longer a child, right? If he was a child, why would those ministers send memorials every day to hint that he should have a crown princess?
When the 12 year old Rong Ting was handling some matters, he sadly realized that although the second-in-command was only one step away from being the first-in-command, the difference in treatment was not just a little bit.
It was also at this time that he understood why the relationship between father and son in the royal family was described as monarch and minister, father and son. First it was monarch and minister, then it was father and son.
His diehard supporters had also hinted to him more than once that he should keep a low profile as the crown prince. Since ancient times, the Crown Prince's job had always been more dangerous than the Emperor's.
Although his father only had him as a child, his father was still in his prime. As long as he was willing, he could give him a younger brother at any time.
Life was not easy. Rong Ting sighed.
He and his father could no longer have a purely close father-son relationship.
Every time this happened, he would miss his mother very much. As the saying goes, it is better to be with a beggar mother than an official father. This saying was quite reasonable.
Even so, Rong Ting was still very resistant to being too close to the officials of the court. Rather than getting angry over something that had not happened, it was better to quickly increase his personal strength. Although he could not see through his father's heart, he knew that his father was a wise ruler. As long as he was outstanding enough, as long as his father was not deaf, blind, muddle-headed, and laughable, then his position as Crown Prince would be very stable.
Rong Ting worked hard every day to be a good crown prince. According to modern times, Yung Heng was definitely an emperor who was biased. He was indeed very outstanding in the literary aspect, but was only average in the martial aspect. It was probably because Yung Heng knew his shortcomings, and he was a perfectionist, so he tried his best to nurture his son into a talent who was proficient in both the literary and martial aspects.
One day, when Rong Ting returned from outside, he heard that his father had fallen ill again.
He didn't dare to delay for even a moment and went to his father's bedchamber. Through the bed curtain, he could vaguely hear his father's weak coughing.
"Crown Prince, His Majesty told you not to get too close for fear of passing the disease to you." The head eunuch walked up and said respectfully.
Rong Ting refused to listen. "I'll go take a look."
He walked to the bedside and heard his father order everyone in the palace to leave. After a while, only the father and son were left in this huge bedroom.
"Imperial Father, what's wrong with you recently? I've asked the imperial physician, and he said that you're overworked. I'm worried about you, so I specially looked at the records for the past six months and found that you're often ill. What's wrong?"
Yung Heng lifted the bed curtain. His complexion was indeed not very good, but it was not to the extent that he was weak.
Rong Ting, who had been imagining all this while, was stunned.
Yung Heng clenched his right hand into a fist and coughed softly. Then, he smiled and said, "Maybe I'm getting old."
Rong Ting, "…"
He was in the prime of his life in his thirties, but he said that he was getting old?
If these words were heard by Grandfather and Grandmother, wouldn't they kill Father Emperor?
If he had to tell the truth, he felt that his father's health was so good that he could kill a tiger!
His father had clearly paid attention to his health these past few years. Not only did he run in the morning, rain or shine, but he also changed his habit of staying up late. He slept early and woke up early, and his three meals a day were very regular. In the six years from the age of six to twelve, his father had never fallen ill. Why did he fall ill so frequently in the past six months?
However, according to the imperial physician's records, it seemed that his father was extremely tired and could collapse at any time …
"Imperial Father is in the prime of his life. He's only in his thirties." Rong Ting comforted him softly.
In modern times, people in their thirties were considered young. Many people were still unmarried.
Even Aunt Si Yu, who lived next door, was in her thirties when she gave birth.
Yung Heng leaned against the pillow and smiled. "How old do you think your mother is now? She should be in her twenties. She also looks young. Maybe I'm ten years older than her now."
Rong Ting's face also showed a longing expression. "When we left, Imperial Mother's age in modern times was 23 years old."
"That's right. I had a dream the night before yesterday. In the dream, she was with someone else. She was wearing a wedding dress and smiling happily." Yung Heng smiled bitterly. "When I woke up in the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep. I kept sitting like that. That's probably why I caught a cold."
Rong Ting didn't know whether he should sympathize with his father or not.
He thought for a moment and said, "Imperial Father, it's like this in modern times. The people there are more open. Imperial Mother has many admirers. You still have me in ancient times. She has nothing in modern times. Do you want her to be alone for the rest of her life?"
Yung Heng glanced at him and quickly looked away. He coughed a few times and looked inexplicably lonely. "You're right. However, I still want to ask you a question. Do you want your mother to be with someone else, or do you want her to be with me?"
What kind of question was this?
Rong Ting felt that his father might really be sick.
When he was sick, he would feel dizzy and his intelligence would occasionally drop. He was like this when he was sick.
"You were in ancient times and Imperial Mother is in modern times. It's very difficult for them to be together."
They could only be together in spirit.
"I'm talking about if."
Rong Ting thought for a moment and chose to tell the truth. "This is not a question of whether I want it or not. It should be Imperial Mother's choice."
"Sigh."
Yung Heng sighed again.
"Imperial Father, if one day you meet a woman you truly like again," Rong Ting gritted his teeth. "I will also try to accept this fact. Just like how Imperial Mother accepted the divorce between Maternal Grandfather and Maternal Grandmother and went to find new happiness. "
That was what he said.
When that day really came, Rong Ting did not know if he could accept it. However, he still had to say that he would try to accept it. He did not say that he would definitely accept it.
Yung Heng chuckled. "You're quite open-minded. My body is weak now. The will is willing, but the strength is lacking. "
Speaking of this matter, Rong Ting was puzzled and worried at the same time.
Although it was not easy to be the second in command, he still hoped that his father would be healthy.
"Imperial Father, don't worry. You will definitely live a long life."
Between father and son, there was no such thing as long life. In this era, being able to live for more than sixty years was already considered a long life.
Living a long life was the most practical blessing.
Yung Heng's expression relaxed. "I don't care if I live a hundred years or not. I only hope that when I meet your Imperial Mother one day, she will still recognize me, and I will also recognize her."
At this point, Rong Heng paused. "As for my lifespan and body, you don't have to worry too much about it. The State Preceptor once said that traveling through time is a forbidden technique that shortens one's lifespan. Perhaps my time has come. Birth, old age, illness, and death are common. My only hope now is that by the time I pass away, you will be able to stand on your own and become Daye's pillar of support. That way, I can be at ease. "
Why did these words sound a little strange?
Rong Ting felt that something was wrong, but he could not figure it out. He could only comfort him. "Don't worry, I will not let you down."
"When the time comes for me to leave, will you blame me?" Yung Heng asked him again. "When I meet your Imperial Mother again, I'm really afraid that she will scold me and reprimand me."
"I won't blame you." Rong Ting was a little upset. His Imperial Father was really ill, that was why he was spouting nonsense.
Yung Heng looked regretful. "I can't bring modern things over. Otherwise, it would be great to have a recording pen."
Rong Ting heard his Imperial Father muttering softly. He looked up and asked, "Imperial Father, what are you saying?"
"Nothing, I'm just talking to myself." Yung Heng whispered again. "I'm just afraid that your Imperial Mother will … have a hard time."
"Imperial Father, you should rest well. Don't say such things. "Rong Ting helped him pull up the blanket.
"Mhm. You should go back and rest too. You must be tired after running around for so long. "
When Rong Ting came out of the palace, he did not go to the Eastern Palace. Instead, he went to Kunning Palace.
He often came to Kunning Palace. When he was young, he often stayed overnight here. Now that he was older, he no longer did so. However, when he encountered something troubling him, he would always come over.
After returning from the modern era, he was very busy every day. He was so busy that he could only spare a little time to miss his Imperial Mother.
Kunning Palace still maintained the same appearance as when his Imperial Mother was still alive.
He walked into the palace and had the others withdraw. After a simple wash, he habitually lay on the bed. After washing many times, the bed no longer had his Imperial Mother's scent.
When he was very young and had not yet transmigrated to the modern era, he once found a book in a secret compartment of Kunning Palace.
At that time, he did not understand it at all, but he knew that it was left behind by his Imperial Mother. Now, he could understand it. It was his Imperial Mother's diary — —
D157, Qing.
When he came to eat at noon, he said that his neck was uncomfortable and he was a little dizzy. The imperial physician said that he was tired, but I think that he has cervical spondylosis. Unfortunately, I don't study medicine, so I don't know how to treat cervical spondylosis.
D253, Yin.
He asked me to shave him, but I don't know how to. He said that it was fine. In the end, I accidentally scraped his chin and it bled.
D362, Rain.
The imperial physician said that I am pregnant. As expected, Weibo's popular science did not lie to me. The safe period is not reliable. It's too deceptive. How did the ancient people prevent pregnancy? I don't dare to ask. If I ask, others will think that I am crazy. Can I be a good mother? Will I love this child? I don't know.
D390, Qing.
I am afraid that I will forget all the familiar words one day. I can only record these feelings casually. Some of the "rebellious" words, I use English. That way, I won't be too bold. Haha. I had a dream. In the dream, a little black dog followed me. I did not let it follow me, but it barked at me. Is this a fetal dream? Little black dog? Will my baby be very dark?
D425, Cloudy.
I can't let myself gain too much weight. Why do I have to drink so much nourishing soup every day? Fortunately, he has been studying medicine during this period and said that I don't need to drink too much soup. If the baby is too big, it will not be good for delivery. However, the nourishing soup that is sent every day is customary. He drank all the soup that I did not drink. I hope the baby is healthy.
… …
Rong Ting could not understand simplified Chinese characters in the past, but now he can. D should be Day. Counting with his fingers, that number should be the number of days that Mother Empress has been in the palace. He has already memorized this diary by heart. There are many small things recorded in it. The characters that appeared the most were him and Father Emperor. At that time, he was very bored and counted the numbers one by one. He found that the number of words recorded about him exceeded Father Emperor's by seventy-eight words. He was immediately satisfied. quot;
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