Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 418 Prince VS Little Brother 18

"Dismiss the court." Eunuch Wang Defa shouted in a shrill voice.

Fu Runze and Fu Nanzhan were the first to leave the hall, walking hurriedly; the ministers also filed out in an orderly manner.

As soon as they left the hall, the Minister of Rites approached the Grand Tutor and whispered, "Grand Tutor, what exactly is the Regent planning? His Majesty has been ruling the country for many years, yet why is it that the Regent still has the final say on important matters at court?"

The Grand Tutor's expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly pulled him a few steps away and lowered his voice to admonish, "Master Liu, be careful with your words! His Majesty and the Regent have their own considerations and decisions to make. As subjects, you and I should just do our duty and refrain from excessive talk. Disaster can come from the mouth."

The Minister of Rites was originally a disciple of the Grand Tutor. After hearing this, he nodded repeatedly and kept his mouth shut.

In the imperial study, a few thin rays of sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, shattering the tranquil atmosphere into a dappled tapestry of light and shadow. Fu Nanzhan and Fu Runze sat on either side, the aroma of tea lingering between them, yet it couldn't conceal the cunning in Fu Runze's words.

"Little uncle, it's all thanks to you!" Fu Runze picked up the teacup and took a sip, without any guilt at all for throwing the trouble to Fu Nanzhan. "If it weren't for you just now, I'm afraid I would have been forced by the court officials to finalize the selection matters. That scene, just thinking about it gives me a headache."

After saying this, he frowned slightly, as if he was already disturbed by the situation.

Fu Nanzhan was dressed in a dark brocade robe, with gold thread embroidered on the cuffs that became faintly visible as he raised his hands. His expression was indifferent: "The talent show will have to be put on the agenda sooner or later. There's no way to avoid it."

His voice was deep and full of innate majesty, and even when he was talking to his own nephew, his aura remained unchanged.

Fu Runze put down his teacup and scratched his head irritably. "It's better to delay it for a day. Little uncle, you know that after this selection, the harem will be in chaos. The concubines' open and covert struggles and the tug-of-war among their maternal families are enough to make people exhausted. How can they have the energy to take care of the affairs of the court?"

He raised his eyes, his eyes full of helplessness and resistance.

Fu Nanzhan nodded slightly, agreeing with the statement: "That's true. There's no need to rush this matter."

Fu Runze tapped his fingers on the table and thought for a moment, "How about waiting for a while, when the weather warms up and the flowers are in full bloom, and then let the little aunt hold a flower viewing banquet.

He would pick some gentle ladies from aristocratic families who were compatible with him, meet them at the banquet, and if he felt that the ones he liked were suitable, he would confer the title on them directly.

Now that the royal family has withered, only the two of us, uncle and nephew, are left to hold up the facade. Finding a few people who get along well with the young imperial aunt will save us some trouble in the future and prevent those ignorant people from colliding with him. If things get unpleasant, you will beat me up too."

Fu Nanzhan raised his lips to a meaningful smile and said mischievously, "You know how to tease me now? Yes."

"Oh, little uncle, I knew you would agree. I'm afraid your heart has already gone to your great-grandmother."

Fu Nanzhan was not annoyed and frankly admitted: "Why not? As long as it concerns your aunt, I will naturally agree."

Fu Runze pretended to be heartbroken, clutching his chest and jokingly said, "Forget it, forget it. I am no longer the most important person to you. From now on, I am afraid that all the affairs of the court will have to rely on me alone."

The two of them chatted back and forth, and the atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious.

Fu Nanzhan had originally planned to go back home to accompany his wife. Just as he stood up, he suddenly remembered that the Imperial Master of Zhaixing Pavilion had not yet been dealt with. He frowned slightly and turned to look at Fu Runze: "Ziyao, come with me to Zhaixing Pavilion."

Fu Runze understood and followed immediately.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the Zhaixing Pavilion, the guards announced loudly: "Your Majesty, the Regent has arrived."

Inside the pavilion, the Imperial Preceptor Piaomiao, dressed in a plain Taoist robe, looked like an immortal. However, he only bowed slightly without kneeling to greet her. "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you, the Regent."

Fu Runze's face darkened and he said mercilessly: "Moqi, break his legs."

After saying that, he strode to the seat of honor and sat down with great confidence. Fu Runze followed closely behind him, clearly wanting to watch the show.

Piao Miao's expression suddenly changed, and she cried out in shock, "What do you mean, Regent? As the Imperial Preceptor of Great Yong...Ah!"

Before he could finish his words, Mo Qi had already attacked. How could he, a liar, know any martial arts and could not withstand such a toss. He was knocked to the ground in an instant, and was sweating coldly in pain.

Fu Nanzhan's eyes were as sharp as a torch, as if he knew everything: "National Master, it's not easy to accept the money from the Yong'an Marquis' Mansion."

Piaomiao froze, cold sweat dripping down his face. He feigned composure and said, "The prince has already woken up. Doesn't this prove that I have made every possible effort?"

Fu Nanzhan sneered, "I'm afraid the Imperial Master doesn't know that this king has never fallen into a coma. Your tricks can't be hidden from this king's eyes."

These words were like a heavy hammer, knocking Piaomiao into a state of confusion. He stammered, "This, this..."

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, please spare my life!" Piaomiao saw that the situation was hopeless and fell to his knees begging for mercy.

Fu Runze snorted coldly: "Only the dead can keep their mouths shut, right?"