Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 417 Prince VS Little Brother 17

The next day, at dawn, Fu Nanzhan got up quietly, for fear of waking up Xiao Yubai who was still sleeping.

After getting dressed and walking to the door, Fu Nanzhan lowered his voice and instructed the attendants waiting outside, "Don't disturb the prince. Just wait for him to wake up naturally."

"Yes, Your Highness." The attendant responded respectfully.

When the ministers saw Fu Nanzhan's upright and strong figure, they couldn't help but wonder, how could the Regent look like he had just woken up?

Could it be that he had woken up a long time ago and practiced some physical strengthening kung fu in secret?

Everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward to ask.

At the first light of dawn, warm golden light, like a dense veil, shines through the carved window lattices of the majestic hall and falls on the golden brick floor.

Fu Nanzhan was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold pythons. The dark cloud patterns on the corners of the robe swayed slightly with his steps. He exuded an innate dignity and majesty as he strode into the solemn and dignified hall.

After settling down firmly on the exclusive chair with intricate dragon carvings, he tilted his head back slightly, placed one hand casually on the armrest, and half-closed his narrow eyes. He listened to the ministers below arguing back and forth, feeling extremely bored.

He secretly complained in his heart that the affairs of the court were nothing but trivial clichés repeated over and over again. If he had this free time, he might as well stay at home, hug his lovely wife and take a comfortable nap.

When he thought of the soft and warm boy at home, sleeping soundly in the quilt with a smiling face and messy hair, Fu Nanzhan's lips unconsciously raised slightly, and his cold face softened a little in an instant.

He figured that today's morning court session would be almost over, so he would go straight home after it was over. He thought that by then, his wife would not be awakened by the noise outside the window and would still be fast asleep. When he got home, she would just be able to see him, fresh and languid, looking like he had just woken up.

Fu Nanzhan was still immersed in thoughts of his wife when a commotion suddenly arose below the hall.

A slightly plump minister in crimson official uniform stepped forward, knelt and kowtowed, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, the Regent was seriously ill and the court was in turmoil. You sympathized with the people and declined to select a concubine. This was a wise move.

But now, fortunately, the Regent is healthy, and this selection of concubines, which concerns the inheritance of the royal bloodline, should be put on the agenda as a matter of course."

As soon as these words were spoken, the court was in an uproar, and all the ministers echoed them.

"Yes, Your Majesty. A country cannot be without an heir. The selection of concubines is the most important thing for our royal family to expand and prosper. Please grant your permission, Your Majesty, the Regent."

"Your Majesty, I hope you and the Regent will put the country first and quickly set a date for the selection." The voices of the ministers echoed in the hall.

But Fu Nanzhan could hear their selfish motives - each of these people was eagerly hoping that their daughters and sons could enter the palace to share the royal honors and favors, so that they could also rise to prominence in the future.

Fu Runze, who was sitting on the throne, had a flash of annoyance on his young face. He was completely resistant to the talent show. He turned his eyes and looked at Fu Nanzhan with a bit of helplessness. His eyes were full of a request for help, and it was clear that he wanted him to come forward to block the surging tide of persuading him to participate in the talent show.

Fu Nanzhan naturally understood what Fu Runze meant. He frowned slightly and his gaze swept straight towards the prime minister who spoke first like a sharp blade.

Resting his chin on his hand, he said in a gloomy voice, "Prime Minister, did you mean that my illness was not timely? That it delayed the 'good thing' of the selection?"

The Prime Minister's heart suddenly tightened, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. He trembled and replied, "I have absolutely no such intention, Your Majesty! I am extremely grateful that the Regent has recovered. Now, Your Majesty can prepare for the selection without any worries."

He spoke sincerely, but his body couldn't stop shaking slightly.

After all, the Regent Fu Nanzhan is well-known in the court for his decisiveness and ruthless methods, and he has always had his own set of principles for doing things.

He didn't take those censors who were only good at talking seriously at all. When he said he wanted to kill someone, he would do it without hesitation. The battle for the throne was bloody and there were countless deaths and injuries. Every single incident was still deeply engraved in everyone's mind.

"Hmph." Fu Nanzhan snorted coldly, narrowing his eyes with a cold glint. "When will it be your turn to have a say in what your Majesty decides? Is the Prime Minister coveting the throne and wanting to replace him?"

As soon as these words were spoken, they were full of deterrence, and the court suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The Prime Minister collapsed to the ground with a thud, kowtowed repeatedly, and his voice was filled with tears: "Your Majesty, I am wronged! I am loyal to Your Majesty and the royal family, and I have no intention of usurping power."

Fu Runze saw that the situation was getting heated, so he spoke to smooth things over: "I naturally know that the Prime Minister is loyal. Since the Emperor's uncle thinks that the selection is inappropriate at this time, let's put this matter aside for now. All the ministers, please stand up."

With just a few words, he easily pushed the difficult problem onto Fu Nanzhan, without any guilt on his face.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The ministers expressed their gratitude one after another.