In the bedroom of the Crown Prince's residence.
Zhu Gaochi lay on the bed, his mind wandering.
Thinking of the dishes he had just seen, he could not help but swallow his saliva.
What the hell is this!
His wife and children could eat and drink well outside, but he, the head of the family, could only wait here to eat plain porridge.
Just thinking about it made him unhappy.
At this moment, the door was pushed open. Zhu Zhanyong carried a bowl of porridge and walked into the bedroom. Seeing Zhu Gaochi's absent-minded look, he smiled and said,
"Father, your porridge is here."
"Take it away! Take it away! You brat, you really brought a bowl of porridge for your father.”
Zhu Gaochi was furious.
He felt that he had raised his son for nothing.
He actually only brought a bowl of porridge for her.
Zhu Zhanyong chuckled and came to Zhu Gaochi's side. He waved the white porridge in his hand in front of his father, and an alluring fragrance was emitted from the white porridge.
Zhu Gaochi subconsciously sniffed and said in surprise,"
"What kind of porridge is this? It smells so good."
Zhu Zhanyong smiled evilly and said,"
"Father, are you really going to take it away?"
"Brat, are you looking for a beating?”
Zhu Gaochi snatched the porridge and took a small sip. Instantly, an extremely delicious taste filled his taste buds.
"Mmm, chicken flavor. Is this porridge made with chicken soup? Not bad!"
Zhu Gaochi narrowed his eyes in enjoyment and determined what the porridge was made with.
Zhu Gaochi finished the bowl of porridge in two or three mouthfuls. Then, he said somewhat reluctantly,
"Do you have any more? Give me another bowl."
"No."
"No more? You only gave your father a bowl?"
"Just one bowl."
"You brat, you…you…"
Zhu Gaochi pointed at his son, not knowing what to say.
Zhu Zhanyong chuckled.
"There's only one bowl of porridge. There's really no more, but there's a lot of others.”
He clapped his hands.
Then, the door opened again, and more than ten maidservants carried plates of exquisite dishes and placed them on the table in the bedroom.
These dishes were basically some light vegetarian dishes, but they were beautifully disguised and had a good color, aroma, and taste.
Looking at these dishes, Zhu Gaochi's craving was aroused again. He nodded in satisfaction and said,"
"At least you have a conscience. Quickly help me up.”
Zhu Zhanyong carefully helped Zhu Gaochi to the table.
Zhu Gaochi couldn't help but start to enjoy these tempting delicacies.
After a meal.
Zhu Gaochi lay on the bed with a red face. He looked at Zhu Zhanyong, who was smiling at him, and suddenly asked,
"How are you going to assassinate the emperor today?”
"Father, don't worry. Two days is enough. If I, Zhu Zhanyong, want to find someone, even if I have to hide in the sky, I can find him!”
Zhu Zhanyong said confidently.
Zhu Gaochi frowned slightly,
"Don't be so arrogant. You have to know that there are always people better than you. The assassin this time is obviously a little unusual. It seems to be a conspiracy against you.”
Zhu Zhanyong revealed a cold smile and killing intent appeared in his eyes.
"It's not that I'm arrogant, but I'm absolutely confident. I've been in Nanjing for the past two years, and these people have probably forgotten my methods. Assassinating the old master on the street and even hurting you. Now, you're framing me. Do you think I, Zhu Zhanyong, don't exist?”
Zhu Gaochi said in a deep voice,"
"Don't go too far. If this matter is too deeply involved, don't make the decision on your own.”
"Yes."
……
Night fell.
Zhu Zhanyong pushed open his bedroom door.
"Husband, you're back."
Sun Ruowei's gentle voice sounded.
Zhu Zhanyong smiled and teased,"
"What's wrong? It's only been a short while, and you miss me already?”
Sun Ruowei blushed, but she nodded slightly.
"Yes."
Zhu Zhanyong stepped forward and hugged Sun Ruowei's waist, asking,"
"How have you been in the Crown Prince's Residence? Did my mother make things difficult for you?"
Sun Ruowei shook her head and said,"
"Mother is very good to me and has never made things difficult for me. But…"
"But what?"
Sun Ruowei said with some resentment,
"It's just that mother is asking me why my stomach is not working well and I don't have any children.”
Zhu Zhanyong was a little embarrassed.
This problem was not Sun Ruowei's problem, but his.
After all, he was a transmigrator. He knew that it was very risky for a woman to give birth at a young age.
When Sun Ruowei became his princess consort, she was only in her teens.
He really couldn't let a teenage girl risk her life to give birth to his child.
Therefore, when he slept with Sun Ruowei, he had been very careful to avoid such risks.
As time passed, he became used to it.
Sun Ruowei's reminder today made him suddenly wake up. Unknowingly, his princess was no longer the young girl from back then.
Zhu Zhanyong chuckled.
"Why? Do you want a child?”
Sun Ruowei lowered her head in embarrassment and whispered.
"Yes."
Zhu Zhanyong laughed and picked Sun Ruowei up."
"Then let's give birth!"
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