The prince is more stable

Chapter 2 The Only Child in the Royal Palace
Doctor Sun was indeed a little gloating. After all, he was an old man and was innocently hit by the iron fist of the Prince of Chu, but he didn't dare to take revenge. Is it against the law for me to smile in gloating?

Don't do it!

Zhao Xiaoqian was a little frightened because he did something that went against the will of Heaven on the first day he came through.

Kicking your own father away is something that would be very shocking even in the 21st century.

In this ancient time with strict etiquette and laws, especially in the palace of a royal relative, Zhao Xiaoqian's behavior...

He could imagine himself being tied up and hanging at the gate of the palace, while his fat father, who looked like a fat ball, beat drums and gongs and shouted to the world, "Everyone come and see my unfilial son."

"Too unstable..." Zhao Xiaoqian sighed and reflected on himself.

The main reason was that the big meatball that rolled in today came too suddenly, like a meteorite from outer space hitting the top of his head. Zhao Xiaoqian kicked him away almost instinctively.

Doctor Sun couldn't find anything wrong, but he always suspected that there was something wrong with Zhao Xiaoqian's brain. He stared at his head for a long time, which made Zhao Xiaoqian shudder. He was afraid that this old man would have some inappropriate thoughts, such as lifting Zhao Xiaoqian's crown to find out what was going on.

So Zhao Xiaoqian decisively decided to see the guest off. After forcing a friendly smile in accordance with social etiquette towards Doctor Sun, he turned around and left Yin'an Hall with a stern face.

The fact of time travel was so shocking that Zhao Xiaoqian needed to find a quiet place to digest it.

He walked from Yin'an Palace to the backyard and randomly found a servant he liked under the corridor. The servant behaved very well and answered all the prince's questions with trembling body language.

It is now the Northern Song Dynasty, the first year of Shaosheng, and it is March, the spring.

The current emperor's name is Zhao Xu, the son of Emperor Shenzong of Song. After Emperor Shenzong's death, Zhao Xu ascended the throne and was known in history as "Zhezong." Of course, this was his posthumous temple name.

Friends who often serve as emperors know that the so-called "Zong" is a title only given to emperors after their death.

Zhao Xiaoqian's father, the King of Chu, was named Zhao Hao. He was a member of the royal family. He was the younger brother of Song Shenzong and was born from the same mother. He was also the uncle of the current emperor Zhao Xu.

In terms of seniority, Zhao Xiaoqian has a high status and is a cousin of the current emperor Zhao Xu.

If the Song Dynasty suddenly collapsed and the emperor was to be executed along with his entire clan, there is no doubt that Zhao Xiaoqian would accompany the emperor to the execution ground.

As for Zhao Xiaoqian, he was the undisputed crown prince of the Chu Palace.

Because he was the only son left by King Zhao Hao of Chu.

Originally, Zhao Xiaoqian had two older brothers and a younger brother, so Zhao Xiaoqian could only be the third child.

Unfortunately, the other three brothers all died young, leaving Zhao Xiaoqian as the only heir in the palace, a true "one seedling in a thousand hectares of land".

Scarcity makes things valuable, and so do sons.

King Zhao Hao of Chu doted on his only son to the core, and he wanted to pour all the manure in the world on this only child.

Unfortunately, Zhao Xiaoqian, the only child in the family, had a rather peculiar personality. He had been taciturn since childhood and disliked meeting strangers. He was often confined to his own palace courtyard and seldom interacted with strangers.

To put it in modern terms, Zhao Xiaoqian was essentially a senior otaku, the kind who wouldn't even bother to leave the house and escape even if the house was on fire.

Because of Zhao Xiaoqian's strange personality, his father Zhao Hao was very worried about him.

In order to encourage his only son to go out more often and make more friends, Zhao Hao even had to use his fatherly authority to force Zhao Xiaoqian to participate in some social activities.

Two days ago, also under the coercion of Zhao Hao, Zhao Xiaoqian had to go out and participate in a Cuju competition organized by the rich and powerful young men of the Bian Jing clan.

At the horse farm in the eastern suburbs of Bianjing, Zhao Xiaoqian, who was forced to take the field, was hit hard on the forehead by a Cuju as soon as he took a step.

Young people naturally have excellent sleep quality, and Zhao Xiaoqian fell asleep without saying a word.

The family servants carried Zhao Xiaoqian back to the palace in panic. Zhao Hao was anxious and angry, and hurriedly asked the imperial physician to treat him. After a night, Zhao Xiaoqian slowly woke up.

When he woke up, he saw an old Taoist in purple robe and several young Taoists performing a ritual. The bowl of black water handed to his mouth was not poison, but talisman water that had been burned to ashes by the Taoists after the ritual.

Zhao Hao was afraid that his only son would die, so on the night when his son was unconscious, he arranged both science and metaphysics, and there was always one that would suit him.

That's why today Zhao Xiaoqian woke up and made a scene in the palace.

The most unfortunate thing was the old Taoist in purple robe, who was almost turned into a Kun Taoist by Zhao Xiaoqian.

No one knew that after waking up, Zhao Xiaoqian had actually changed his soul and became a completely different person.

After a thousand years, I am still severely hurt by the Chinese national football team. I cursed the Chinese national football team so many times in my previous life, and it turned out that none of them was wronged.

In the warm spring of March, all things come back to life.

Zhao Xiaoqian wandered aimlessly through the palace. Having accepted the reality of time travel, he decided to make the best of it. What else could he do? He wondered if he could get struck by lightning on a rainy day and see if he could return to the 21st century.

Zhao Xiaoqian did not have that much courage. He was afraid of pain and death, and he did not believe that God would be so merciful as to turn a blind eye and let him die again and again.

The wound on his forehead was aching slightly. He touched it and found a big bump on his head that had not yet healed. That kick was so accurate and powerful.

The palace was actually not that big. To be precise, the imperial palace in the Northern Song Dynasty's Bianliang city was not big either.

The Prince of Chu's Palace is just a mansion with five courtyards, divided into the front yard, the second yard, the middle yard, the back yard, etc. The only place with some grandeur in the palace is the Yin'an Hall in the front yard, which is a prince's palace building allowed by regulations and is equivalent to the Golden Throne Hall in the imperial palace.

Zhao Xiaoqian walked alone in the backyard. The atmosphere in the mansion was a bit depressing. The depression came from the white silk mourning ribbons hanging everywhere, on the roof, pillars, and even the trees.

Last September, Empress Dowager Gao passed away. This legendary woman assisted her husband Emperor Yingzong and her son Emperor Shenzong.

Ten years ago, Emperor Shenzong passed away, and her grandson Zhao Xu had to ascend the throne in a hurry when he was only ten years old.

The ruler was young and the country was in doubt, with internal and external troubles. At the urging of the ministers, Gao took charge of the government, and all matters inside and outside the court were decided by Gao.

This legendary Empress Dowager was the mother of King Zhao Hao of Chu and the grandmother of Zhao Xiaoqian.

It has been more than half a year since the mother passed away. According to the rules, descendants must observe mourning, so the palace is still filled with white mourning ribbons everywhere.

Zhao Xiaoqian was in a very calm mood. To be honest, he did not feel any joy or sadness towards his relatives in this era.

It has only been more than two hours since I traveled through time. If I can cry for the grandma I have never met, I am afraid I am seriously ill.

After turning around a long corridor in the backyard, Zhao Xiaoqian was surprised to find that there was a small pond in the mansion. After passing the water pavilion, there was a pavilion in the center of the pond.

Zhao Xiaoqian had just sat down in the pavilion, intending to appreciate the spring scenery of the palace, but he saw a round fleshy ball walking quickly towards the pavilion.

That lump of flesh was none other than his father, King Zhao Hao of Chu.

Zhao Xiaoqian was startled and quickly stood up and stood still.

Zhao Hao was a fat man, a big, round and greasy fat man.

This fat man weighs about 300 pounds, but is less than 1.6 meters tall. From a distance, he looks like a ball of meat rolling on the ground.

Just now in Yin'an Palace, Zhao Xiaoqian kicked this meat ball away, and it looked very serious, but now Zhao Hao was able to run and jump, as if that kick did not cause him any harm at all.

Zhao Xiaoqian couldn't help but admire him.

He is a tank with thick blood and can take a beating, and he is really not to be trifled with.

Zhao Hao was obviously running towards his son. He ran from the edge of the pond towards the pavilion. The fat on his body created ripples as he ran, but his face was filled with a broad smile. The fat squeezed his eyes into two thin slits, making him look very honest and likable.

Zhao Xiaoqian observed Zhao Hao's expression from afar. Judging from his smile, he seemed to have no grudge against his son for kicking him away, and had no intention of blaming or questioning him. So Zhao Xiaoqian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

This is probably the kind of pampering that only a seedling in a thousand acres of land can enjoy.

"Qian'er, father is here!" When they were almost at the pavilion, Zhao Hao laughed heartily.

Zhao Xiaoqian had to force a smile in response, and in order to comply with social etiquette, he even waved to Zhao Hao.

However, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind Zhao Hao.

A servant in blue clothes ran to the edge of the pond, bowed and said hurriedly: "Your Highness, someone from the Zongzheng Temple has arrived. The temple official requests that Your Highness go to the Zongzheng Temple as soon as possible."

Zhao Hao was almost running to the pavilion, but upon hearing the words, he did not stop and turned abruptly on the spot, continuing to run towards the outside of the pond, waving with his back as he ran.

"Qian'er, father is leaving!"

Then run away in one breath.

Zhao Xiaoqian stood in the pavilion in amazement.

What just happened? Did that ball of flesh really exist, or was it just an illusion?

　Since I am still busy signing a contract with the website, there have been few updates in the past two days. Once the website arranges recommendations, the speed will be greatly increased. The speed will be simply shocking.

(End of this chapter)