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Chapter 79

Bianjing, Prince Su's Mansion, is very lively.

The singing of orioles and the dancing of swallows are endless.

A top-quality singer selected by the teacher, who was proficient in playing, playing and singing, Zhao Shu sat slumped in his chair.

Holding the wine glass in her left hand and holding the singer in her right hand, she looked very free and at ease.

As an envoy of the Wuning Army, he was granted the title of King Su, and his mother was the royal concubine, and she was deeply favored by His Majesty.

All kinds of auras made him able to walk sideways in Bianjing.

A few days ago, as soon as I returned to Bianjing, I heard about the "great achievements" of my elder brother Zhao Huan, which made Zhao Shu's disdain even more intense.

"Humph, during this time when the king was away, my eldest brother made a lot of noise."

"Today, I sent my servant shamelessly to invite my king to reminisce about old times."

"Listen to me. From now on, anyone who comes to Prince Ding's Mansion will not be allowed to enter the gate even half a step!"

The steward who was standing by, Quan Fu, kept echoing.

"No matter how powerful Prince Ding is, he is just a deposed prince who is not favored."

"I heard rumors earlier that His Majesty is going to announce the appointment of the Crown Prince at a selected date."

"As a result, during this period, there was no movement at all."

"Hehehe, I'm afraid that among all the people in Bianjing, His Majesty is the one who least wants to see King Ding."

"Although he is the eldest son of the emperor, how can he compete with the prince?"

This statement was very much in line with Zhao Shu's wishes. In the final analysis, Zhao Huan was just a motherless loser.

My mother died early, and I had no support in the harem. No matter how much Zhao Huan jumped up and down, he had no chance of inheriting the throne.

Although the current Empress Xiansu was a kind and decent person, it was a pity that the second son of the emperor, Zhao Tao, was not even able to make it through the next day and died in infancy, not to mention the full moon.

Zhao Tong...

"柽" is a small deciduous tree with slender branches.

This unlucky name deserves an early death!

Zhao Shu hated Queen Xiansu very much. If this old witch hadn't been sitting on the queen's throne and getting in the way, his mother Wang Guifei would have become a queen long ago!

If the mother were the queen and commanded the Sixth Palace, even if Zhao Shu was not the eldest son of the emperor, the ruler of the world would sooner or later be his.

Just as Zhao Shu was cursing secretly, the servant ran over in a panic.

"Your Majesty! It's not good, Prince Ding is here."

Zhao Shu's good mood had long been disturbed by Zhao Huan.

At this time, Zhao Huan came uninvited, and Zhao Shu was immediately angry: "Why are you panicking!"

"Didn't I just say that anyone who comes to Prince Ding's palace will be kicked out!"

"The king will deal with it when he comes in person!"

The servant's face turned pale and he quickly explained: "I'm just... I'm afraid it won't work..."

"Prince Ding is coming fiercely. He is at the door, slapping the servant in the mouth..."

What?!

Zhao Shu suddenly stood up and kicked over the table in front of him, furious.

"Zhao Huan, you dare to bully me. I think you are tired of living."

"When you beat a dog, you have to look at the owner. This guy... is clearly looking for trouble on purpose!"

The steward Quan Fu saw Wang Jia was so angry that he didn't dare to hesitate and quickly shouted to the servants.

"What's going on?"

"Even if King Su declined Prince Ding's kindness, he would not directly attack the general. Prince Ding is too angry!"

The servant looked sad and had complicated eyes.

"This... I'm afraid this is not asking for trouble. When the prince replied earlier, he was a little more angry."

Quan Fu was very shrewd and immediately realized the problem and quickly turned around to dissuade Zhao Shu.

"Your Majesty, Prince Ding came here this time to be unreasonable and unforgiving. You must be a little angry and don't fight with this guy."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid it's just what you want."

Zhao Shu was the military envoy of the Wuning Army. He spent all day in the army, so he naturally acquired a bit of the violent temper of a soldier.

But even if Zhao Shu no longer wanted to see Zhao Huan, he could not directly speak rudely to Zhao Huan.

After all, the crime of "having no brother" can be a big or small crime.

If a fight really breaks out, ordinary people will be severely punished, let alone the royal family with strict family rules?

With Quan Fu's various comforts, Zhao Shu managed to suppress the evil fire.

After a while, more than a dozen servants of Prince Su's Mansion came to Zhao Shu with their faces red and swollen, feeling extremely aggrieved.

The look in his eyes seemed to say, Your Majesty, let me make the decision for you!

Zhao Shu ignored the servant's sad eyes, stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and saluted Zhao Huan quickly.

"Brother, please welcome Brother Wang!"

Zhao Huan put his hands on his hips, strode in all directions, ignored Zhao Shu, passed by, and sat down in Zhao Shu's seat.

"Then play music, then dance."

Zhao Shu's face was extremely gloomy. If Quan Fu hadn't winked so hard, Zhao Shu would have wanted to pounce on him and strangle this bastard brother to death.

"I wonder why Brother Wang is so angry?"

Faced with Zhao Shu's knowing question, Zhao Huan couldn't help but snorted coldly: "I heard that you asked me to cool off and stay here?"

Zhao Shu quickly lowered his head and pretended to be humble: "My brother is ill today and it is inconvenient to see the guests. I am afraid that the people below misinformed my brother."

Zhao Huan knew that the brother in front of him had often caused him trouble in the past.

If Zhao Shu, as the military envoy of the Wuning Army, had not often left the capital for business, I am afraid that in the whole Bianjing, it would have been Zhao Shu who was the most ardent in running against Prince Ding's palace.

After all, Zhao Huan is a stumbling block in front of Zhao Shu. Only by kicking Zhao Huan away can Zhao Shu inherit the throne naturally.

Little did he know...it would be no surprise to give this bullshit throne to Zhao Huan for free.

"Isn't it convenient to see guests? How come the blood and family ties are so strong when it comes to the fourth brother?"

"I am just an insignificant guest?"

Zhao Shu gritted his teeth with hatred. He finally saw that Zhao Huan came here today just to find trouble!

"How can Brother Wang slander my brother's innocence with empty words?"

"My brother has always been extremely respectful to Brother Wang."

Zhao Huan's eyes full of deep meaning swept over the dozen or so singers present, and he smiled faintly.

"Since King Su still recognizes me as his eldest brother, then we brothers will settle the accounts clearly. I have already checked the account books before coming here."

"Since the first year of the Xuanhe period, the Jiaofang Secretary has frequently sent singing girls to Prince Su's Mansion, at least once and as often as three times a month."

"It has been five years now, and King Su has never paid a penny to Jiaofangsi."

"Let's settle the account today!"

"According to the account book, you are supposed to pay forty-seven thousand taels of silver. I will collect the sum for you and pay fifty thousand."

What?!

Zhao Shu almost died of anger on the spot, he rounded up the whole amount, and there was no way he was going to round it up?

"Brother Wang is really good at joking, fifty thousand taels of silver? Why don't you go and grab it!"

Zhao Huan shrugged his shoulders and said matter-of-factly: "The singers sent to Prince Su's Mansion are all outstanding, as beautiful as gods."

"With different qualities, the prices are naturally different."

"If you want to blame me, I can only blame my fourth brother for being too picky. He is only interested in immortals and looks down on mortal women."

Zhao Shu knew that this bastard must have bad intentions, but he didn't expect that the lion would open his mouth to such an extent.

Fifty thousand taels of silver?!

Not to mention that Zhao Shu couldn't afford it, even if he had the money, he couldn't pay it!

As a prince, if he spends so much money in one go, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Personnel alone can investigate and kill Zhao Shu!


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