Since he had already transmigrated and become the Crown Prince of Great Song, Zhao Fu thought that he should take on the responsibility of being the Crown Prince.
Since Zhao Gou was already dead, the heavy responsibility of leading the Great Song's revival naturally fell on the shoulders of this eight-year-old child.
Hence, Zhao Fu used his toot little hand to wipe his tender little face to cheer himself up.
He thought to himself that although the Southern Song Dynasty was in a difficult situation…as the heir to the throne of the Great Song Dynasty, he was willing to stand up and turn the tide.
Although he looked like an eight-year-old child…
Since ancient times, how could an eight-year-old child rule the world…
If the rulers of the Great Song knew that the Great Song was about to fall into the hands of this eight-year-old child, they would definitely sigh.
However, since ancient times, no one had ever said that an eight-year-old child could not rule the world, right?
This time, he would become the new master of the Southern Song Dynasty as an eight-year-old emperor.
He was going to lead his famous generals to rule the Southern Song Dynasty, expel foreign enemies, and restore the glory of the Great Song Dynasty…
At this moment, the memories in Zhao Fou's body were slowly merging with his original memories. After fusing with the memories of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Fu's feelings for the Song Dynasty increased. He was even more determined to become the emperor and rule the Southern Song Dynasty.
"Chen An, immediately dress up for this prince. This prince is going to attend father's funeral!”
After Zhao Fou understood, she sat on her bed and ordered in a childish voice.
The loyal old eunuch Chen An saw that this little ancestor had finally returned to normal and could not help but let out a long sigh of relief.
"Sigh, Your Highness, you did the right thing! Great Song is currently in a troubled period, so please don't let anything happen to you at this critical juncture! Otherwise, this old minister and the ministers will go crazy!”
"That, the few of you over there, don't just stand there. Quickly come over and help His Highness tidy up!”
Chen An waved her hands and instructed the eunuchs and palace maids who had been waiting to serve her for a long time. They quickly came over and helped the little prince pack up.
As the little prince of the Great Song Dynasty who was only eight years old, of course, Zhao Fu did not have to wash himself.
The young eunuchs and palace maids who served him would naturally help him take care of everything meticulously.
A young eunuch was kneeling on the ground with a urinal in his hand, allowing the young prince to relieve himself comfortably…
At the same time, a young palace maid took a hot towel and wiped Zhao Fou's rosy face, washing his face…
The other little palace maid was busy tidying up Zhao Fou's headdress meticulously…
There was also a young eunuch holding a boar's toothbrush, carefully brushing the little prince's teeth…
Zhao Fou was like a doll, standing on his little bed, allowing these eunuchs and palace maids to do whatever they wanted. After a while, the eunuchs and serving girls finished packing up and dispersed. The little prince, Zhao Fou, appeared in front of Chen An with a radiant face.
At this moment, Chen An had already changed into a set of mourning clothes. He carried Zhao Fu's mourning clothes in his hand and personally helped Zhao Fu put them on. Finally, he took the golden crown and put it on Zhao Fu's head neatly.
With that, Zhao Fu had finished washing up and could attend Zhao Gou's funeral and meet the officials.
……
"Concubine Pan has arrived!"
The young eunuch at the entrance of the Eastern Palace shouted at the top of his lungs like a rooster crowing.
Following that, a beautiful woman with a pitiful expression walked in from the door.
Zhao Fu had slowly fused with the memories of the Song Dynasty. He knew that the woman before him was none other than Zhao Fu's mother, Zhao Gou's concubine, Lady Pan. She had come to the Eastern Palace to bring Zhao Fu to attend Zhao Gou's funeral.
Unlike the famous and powerful empress dowager in history, Madam Pan was a very honest and weak woman…In the depths of the palace, Madam Pan was naive and naive. She didn't know any politics and didn't know how to protect herself…
All this while, Madam Pan had relied on Zhao Gou's protection to live a peaceful life in the bitter palace…Now that Zhao Gou was dead, Madam Pan had no one to rely on. She was uneasy and worried that she, who did not understand politics, would not be able to deal with the complicated situation in the palace…
"Son! You've already packed up, right? Let's go and attend His Majesty's funeral with Mother!”
Concubine Pan's eyes were red, as if she had just cried. She was quite satisfied when she saw that Zhao Fou had tidied up everything neatly.
She came over and held Zhao Fu's little hand, leading the little prince towards Chongzheng Hall.
Zhao Fou was like a good child, following beside Lady Pan. However, he could feel that Lady Pan was so nervous that her palms were sweating.
Zhao Fou understood Concubine Pan very well. He thought that in her situation, how could she not be nervous and afraid?
After Zhao Gou's death, it was supposed to be Zhao He who succeeded to the throne. However, Zhao He was only eight years old. According to the custom of the Song Dynasty, it should be Concubine Pan, who was the Empress Dowager, who would be in charge of the government affairs. Concubine Pan would help the little Emperor Zhao He handle the government affairs and appease the civil and military officials.
However, Concubine Pan knew very well that she did not have the ability to do so…
The complicated administrative affairs of the Southern Song Dynasty, the valiant officials in the court…
In addition to the occasional threats from the Jin Kingdom and the occasional threats from the rebellions in the Southern Song Dynasty…
Concubine Pan knew that she couldn't deal with any of them with her abilities…
Concubine Pan knew that she would never be able to support the Southern Song Dynasty…
If he didn't handle it well, the Southern Song Dynasty might be destroyed, but it would be terrible if his son, Zhao Fou, was killed…
When Concubine Pan thought of this, she felt extremely worried and nervous…
But even though Consort Pan was so worried, she still held her breath and went to deal with the government affairs for Zhao Fou.
Women were weak, but mothers were strong…
Concubine Pan thought that as Zhao Fu's mother, she naturally had to shelter her son from the wind and rain.
Otherwise, how could an eight-year-old child like him manage the Southern Song Dynasty?
How could a mere 8-year-old child have the ability to govern a country?
What was the difference between letting this 8-year-old child sit on the throne that was filled with danger and sending him to his death?
Of course, Concubine Pan did not know that her son was no longer the same as before…
She only thought that her child was still ignorant and needed her, as his mother, to protect him…
Although Concubine Pan was also very nervous and afraid, she still decided to bite the bullet and move forward. But in reality, Zhao Fu, who was being held by her hand and following behind her, was far more knowledgeable than her. The child Zhao Fu was completely capable of dealing with the crisis in the imperial court…
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