In the side hall, Nangong Jin knelt down in a thin green robe. He prostrated on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Common people, please see the emperor."
Emperor Nan felt very uncomfortable when he heard his son calling himself a commoner. Seeing that all the wounds on his face were healed, he was also shocked. He heard Doctor Shen mention once that it was An Xiyue who was treating the sixth prince's injuries.
"Eunuch Fu, put a cloak on the Sixth Prince, it's cold at night." The emperor said with sadness in his voice, "Get up, stop kneeling."
Nangong Jin looked shocked, but stood up obediently. His father was much older than a year ago, and his hair on the temples was also a little grayer: "Thank you, Father... Your Majesty."
Eunuch Fu has been living in Prince Yu's Mansion. When he learned that the Emperor was safe and sound, he burst into tears on the spot. He has been with His Majesty for more than twenty years and has never had His Majesty be kidnapped by thieves.
Unexpectedly, King Jin was behind all this.
Eunuch Fu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and quickly took an emperor's cloak and put it on the sixth prince before retreating.
The emperor waved his hand: "Call me father. No matter how much I punish you, my blood is still flowing on your body."
The hatred in Nangong Jin's heart immediately dissipated. He had figured it out in the past few months, but there was still a hurdle in his heart that he couldn't get over.
"I know that you all hate me, that I am so unkind and so cruel that you want to punish your son. But you have tried so hard to seize that position. Even if you take it away, can you hold it? Can you hold it? Can it survive all the people in the world? I have to work very hard to defend it."
"Your mother-in-law and I met in Jincheng. She is gentle and tender, and is the most talented woman. You are the best among your brothers in studying, but you are soft-tempered and are so soft that Xu Wei leads you by the nose. Go away, he will help you ascend to the throne, and then you tolerate his corruption from Jincheng to Kyoto. In the end, it will be the people of the Northern Dynasties who suffer."
Nangong Nan felt deeply when he left the palace this time. The late emperor's wars in the south and north were for the sake of the people, but as for himself, living under the glory of the late emperor and not wanting to make progress made so many corrupt officials run rampant in the Northern Dynasty.
Nangong Jin suddenly knelt down and burst into tears: "Father, my son is wrong, you can punish your son however you want."
He had read so many books by sages, but he still forgot the teachings of his master.
Taifu Wen once taught that "the people are noble and the king is light". As princes, they have never understood the truth of this sentence. They are really wrong.
There is no way for the king to come without the people.
In the past year, Nangong Jin has suffered all the warmth and warmth of human beings and the harshness of the world. He should have been a dead person. He hated his father and the emperor and his mother and concubine. It turns out that all the glory and wealth are fleeting.
Outside the palace, heavy snow was falling. An Xiyue was standing in the corridor wrapped in a fluffy cloak. She didn't know whether the sixth prince could truly open his heart.
The door creaked open from the inside, and Nangong Jin walked out with a calm expression. He saw An Xiyue standing alone in the corridor, "Sister-in-law."
This was the first time he saluted her so formally: "Thank you."
An Xiyue was not embarrassed. Seeing that he was in a relaxed mood, she asked, "What are your plans for the future? Has the Emperor restored your status as a prince?"
"I refused." Nangong Jin said.
"My father said that he was deeply touched when he left the palace this time. He envied the father-son relationship between Mr. An and your brother. He has many sons, and everyone only wants to plot against him, including me."
Nangong Jin's face turned red: "That position was too tempting, which is why fourth brother and I were lost. If we were not born in the palace, but in a commoner's home, I think I might get along well with my father." of."
