As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 54 A loving father and a filial son
"Oh? Hou Buchen's disciple?"

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is where the emperor works, but it is also a place that Xiao Yu does not often visit.

At this time, he was sitting at the desk, looking down at his respectful son in front of him.

In essence, Prince Xiao Zhengyang is just a slave working for Xiao Yu.

After all, if the emperor is idle and does nothing, it will naturally be the prince and the cabinet that will deal with it.

Every once in a while, if Xiao Zhengyang couldn't handle something, he would report it to Xiao Yu and let him make the decision.

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, as if he was interested: "Can you confirm his identity?"

Xiao Zhengyang nodded: "Okay."

"kindness?"

"The God of War Hou Buchen... this person is still alive. He should be over a hundred years old, right?"

Xiao Yu seemed to have thought of something, and he leaned forward, looking at Xiao Zhengyang with burning eyes: "What is his current condition?"

Xiao Zhengyang: ...

Now that the dynasty has reached this situation, Xiao Yu's focus is still on the fact that the God of War has lived for a hundred years.

All the hard work and effort I've put in these days is nothing to it.
Looking at his father like this, Xiao Zhengyang felt a little aggrieved.

He is just a prince.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the strange man whose face could not be seen who appeared in his room that night.

He did not report anything about Mingchen to Xiao Yu.

Firstly, no one can see his face, it's too vague. Even if the emperor is testing him and he has something to say, it might just be an illusion.

Secondly… he didn’t want to either.

Perhaps, after that night, some seeds of longing... had been planted.

He pursed his lips and said to Xiao Yu, "I don't know, but according to Mr. Ling Yu, General Hou had already severed his relationship with her before she left the mountain. He traveled around the world and his whereabouts are unknown."

He lied.

Ling Yu did not tell him about Hou Buchen's situation, but he wanted to stop Xiao Yu from thinking about it and get the topic back to the point.

"That's it..."

Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes, as if weighing something.

The current situation is critical, and it is indeed not a good idea to start a war to look for that elusive god of war.

"Father, the Northern Lie army is advancing with overwhelming force. The military situation is critical. Our army has been defeated repeatedly and morale is low. The Blood-clad rebels in the south are already gaining momentum. How should we decide?"

"War or peace?"

Is Ling Yu still that strange man?

Ling Yu was 50% sure that if he could defeat him, it would be the best choice and would win more chips for Qian Yuan.

But if it fails, the lower limit will inevitably be lowered a little bit.

If we send that strange man to seek peace, it would be considered as normal.

Xiao Zhengyang couldn't make a decision.

For the final decision, he materialized the problem into the simplest and most direct multiple-choice question and gave it to Xiao Yu to decide.

"Ling Yu? The demon star immortal..."

Xiao Yu lowered his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the desk.

Although he ignored the affairs of state, he could not be said to not care about Qian Yuan.

If Qian Yuan were gone, how could he achieve immortality and sit on the eternal supreme throne?
The Imperial Master had just told him about this so-called savior star sent from heaven, and the next moment the Crown Prince came to report to him about this sudden appearance of the military god's disciple. It was really hard not to connect the two things.

The legend of the God of War is like that of a god.

His disciple came at this critical moment... Is he also carrying the mission of saving Qian Yuan?

"First, the imperial examination. If Ling Yu fails the martial arts examination, just drag him down and chop him off."

"If she wins, then let her fight first."

"If that doesn't work, then send another envoy to sue for peace, and the envoy will set off directly with her."

Xiao Yu pondered for a moment and gave an answer.

Xiao Zhengyang was shocked, then bowed and said, "Yes!" He actually had similar thoughts. It was humiliating anyway, so he might as well believe in a miracle.

"Father, who should we send as an envoy? If it's to seek peace, what are the terms we would accept?"

Xiao Yu waved his hand casually: "You can decide for yourself."

He knew his son very well.

The other party will definitely do his utmost to protect Qian Yuan, and making decisions in this regard is much better than him thinking on his own.

Xiao Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved, and bowed, "Yes."

At last,
He hesitated for a moment and said, "Father, this time, perhaps...Xinyue will have to come on board as well."

"Xinyue?"

Xiao Yu was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to be wondering who this name belonged to.

Then he said, "Yes."

He can live for a hundred years, a thousand years, or even be immortal, so there is no point in having a successor.

If they can't even give up the prince, what about a daughter?

The answer was as expected. Xiao Zhengyang suppressed all kinds of feelings in his heart and just said, "Yes."

"Is there anything else?"

"Nothing."

Xiao Yu's eyes softened a little. Looking at his thin and haggard son, he said, "Thank you for your hard work over the years."

Five years ago, Xiao Zhengyang fell seriously ill and even the imperial doctors in the palace could not find out the cause.

After recovering, my body became weaker and weaker.

Perhaps it was because he had a chronic illness, or perhaps it was because he had been busy with state affairs.

He even seems to be less energetic than his father Xiao Yu.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhengyang shook his body and looked up at his majestic father.

Those in power should not let anyone peek into their emotions.

However, Xiao Zhengyang saw love and care in his father's eyes.

He lowered his head, his face full of reverence: "It's not hard, it's not hard. Sharing your father's worries is your duty as a son."

Xiao Yu nodded in satisfaction and said gently, "Okay! Father is old and has no energy to deal with state affairs. After this national crisis is over, you will succeed the throne."

Xiao Zhengyang trembled violently upon hearing this, and knelt on the ground and said, "Your son is terrified, you absolutely cannot do this."

"Father, you are not old, you are strong and vigorous, you are wise and powerful. Qianyuan cannot do without you. I am still immature and have much to learn."

Looking at the frightened prince, Xiao Yu squinted his eyes and smiled. He walked up to him, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, okay."

Late at night in the palace, father is kind and son is filial.

As for what they think in their hearts, only they themselves know.

……

Whether you live a hard life or a carefree life, time will always pass.

Border soldiers died on the battlefield, southern rebels burned, killed and looted, people in poor areas exchanged their children for food, and prosperous areas enjoyed peace and prosperity.

In the world of human beings, time is fair and will not stop according to anyone's will.

The sun will always rise as usual the next day.

Before I knew it, a month had passed.

And today seems to be a special day for Yueyang City.

Scholars seeking fame and fortune, warriors seeking honor and glory...all gathered here.

In these troubled times they were fortunately a little above the lowest of the poor, but this was not enough.

They long to move up, to cross classes, to hold power, and to shine.

The carp leaps over the dragon gate, right now.

Imperial examination.

(End of this chapter)