CHAPTER 560: CHAPTER 560: CALM THE FRIGHT

The Emperor’s anger came so quickly, like a tornado, especially when everyone was trying hard not to laugh.

Young Master Su was alright, as he was used to his father’s outbursts, so the Emperor slamming the table was nothing new.

However, Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince turned pale with fright.

This parrot actually insulted the Emperor?!

It’s over.

This parrot is doomed.

The young ones stared at the Emperor without blinking.

The Emperor felt his dignity had fallen to the ground.

He had let the parrot insult people as a test.

But he didn’t let it insult him!

Insulting the King warrants execution of all relatives!

However, it was he who asked the parrot to start insulting.

Just killing the parrot seemed unjustifiable.

Fortunately, Young Master Su was clever enough to offer a way out, using his own father as a shield for the parrot.

Young Master Su leaned closer to the Dragon Desk and said, "Emperor, my father often...".

"No!"

"He’s used to keeping this phrase on his lips to scare me often; you should issue a decree forbidding him from saying it again."

"Not just this phrase, but also ’are you itching for a beating’, ’haven’t hit you for three days, feeling uncomfortable all over’, ’go practice horse stance for half an hour’, and ’memorize this essay for me...’."

"None of these should he say anymore."

Young Master Su looked expectant.

As long as his father didn’t say those things, he would still be his dear father.

The Emperor, "...."

Eunuch Fu, "...."

Could such an imperial decree really be issued?

The Emperor said nothing.

The Ninth Prince pleaded for the parrot.

What a smart parrot it was.

The Princess Consort Zhenbei protected it from being killed by Princess Nanzhang and the Old Madam of Zhenbei Royal Mansion.

If it ended up being beheaded by his father, how would he explain it to them?

The Ninth Prince promised he would discipline the parrot and asked the Emperor to give him a chance.

After much persuasion, the Emperor agreed.

But just after the Emperor agreed, the parrot did something suicidal again.

It pooped on the Emperor’s Dragon Desk.

The Ninth Prince, "...."

Why did he see the shadow of Su Yang in this parrot?

Why were they both such troublemakers?

He was still young too.

Couldn’t handle such scares.

Sensing the Emperor’s impending wrath, Young Master Su grabbed the parrot and ran.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince chased after him.

Running too fast, Young Master Shen stumbled forward.

The Ninth Prince helped him up.

And they dashed out in a flash.

The day had been so thrilling and exciting.

Once they were far away, Eunuch Fu looked back at the Dragon Desk where the parrot had left its mark.

Catching the Emperor’s twitching eye-corner, Eunuch Fu felt as if his own insides were laughing out of place.

He turned to several little eunuchs and said, "Why are you standing there stupefied? Hurry up and clean the Dragon Desk!"

After running breathlessly to the shade outside the Imperial Study, Young Master Su finally stopped.

The Ninth Prince asked Young Master Shen, "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

Young Master Shen rubbed his knee and shook his head, "I’m fine."

All three pairs of eyes were staring at the parrot.

The parrot was unaware of the life-and-death situation that had just happened.

Having been jostled all the way, it nearly couldn’t stand firm.

Its head was a little dizzy.

"You’re really bold," Young Master Su said.

He looked at the Ninth Prince and said, "Come on, let’s go to the Imperial Kitchen."

The Ninth Prince was startled, pointing at the parrot, "Do you want to eat it?"

Young Master Su handed the parrot to the Ninth Prince and said, "I asked around, parrot meat isn’t tasty."

"After two scares, I need some sugar figures to calm my nerves," Young Master Su said.

The weather was hot, and sugar figures tended to melt.

There were no sugar figure vendors on the streets.

But the Imperial Chef in the palace could make them, and they tasted a hundred times better than outside.

Rarely entering the palace, one should definitely get more sugar figures.

"I wonder if they could make more, chill them with ice, and we could take them back home to store in the ice cellar for a slow savor?" Young Master Su said.

The three of them walked toward the Imperial Study.

They had been here often and knew the way well.

On the way, the Ninth Prince taught the parrot to speak.

"The Emperor is wise!"

"The Emperor is mighty!"

"The Emperor is the best!"

Palace maids and eunuchs passing by glanced sideways frequently.

They murmured and gossiped.

They had never seen a parrot that could flatter the Emperor so well.

Consort Li, hearing of this, found it novel too and seized the chance of delivering snacks to tell the Emperor about it.

Eunuch Fu rushed away.

He simply couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer.

To avoid angering the Emperor, he decided to laugh it off first before coming back to serve.

Eunuch Fu quietly left, taking some little eunuchs with him who were unaware.

Consort Li felt grateful.

This was an opportunity for her to be alone with the Emperor.

However, the Emperor’s expression was as unpleasant as it could get.

They only saw the parrot flattering him, kissing up to him, but didn’t see it insult him or its arrogance in pooping on his Dragon Desk.

Consort Li, resting her hand on the Dragon Desk, was right where the parrot had pooped.

Although cleaned thoroughly.

But the Emperor still had a shadow in his heart.

When Consort Li reached to touch the Emperor, he blocked her hand and said, "Go back first, wash your hands multiple times, I’ll visit you another day."

Consort Li, "...."

She looked at her hand.

Not dirty at all.

Agarwood Pavilion, backyard.

Xingxing was not present.

Neither was Xie Jingchen.

In the vast backyard, Su Jin was the only one left, feeling quite bored.

She should have gone back to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion with Xingxing.

Feeling bored, she picked up a book to pass the time.

Outside, Bi Zhu hurried in via the steps, "Heir’s wife, Dongxiang Marquis Mansion sent a servant to find you."

Su Jin’s brows furrowed tightly.

Xingxing just went to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, why would they send someone to find her?

Worried something happened, Su Jin quickly put down her book and walked out.

The servant was waiting outside the threshold, and when he saw Su Jin, he quickly stepped closer.

"What happened?" Su Jin asked.

The servant hurriedly said, "The Marquis Mansion didn’t have an incident, the Marquis sent me to ask if you know how to handle a difficult birth?"

Su Jin, "...."

"Who is having a difficult birth?" Su Jin was a bit dazed.

Lately, her father had been involved in all sorts of odd affairs.

First, having a son, then now a difficult birth.

Soon, Su Jin understood that all of Dongxiang Marquis’s concerns were actually about one person.

"Old Master Zhou’s daughter."

"He even asked the Marquis for a secret formula for having a child a few days ago," The servant explained succinctly.

Dongxiang Marquis had been living incognito at Qingyun Mountain for many years, which meant his relationship with Old Master Zhou must have been very strong.

Regarding Old Master Zhou, Mrs. Tang had spoken about him with respect.

Su Jin quickly learned that the Marquis involvement with the difficult birth was not out of his own concern.

"I will go with you to have a look," Su Jin said.

Su Jin left the mansion, without her companion Xingxing, she felt quite alone and bored.

She should have returned to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion with Xingxing.

Outside the mansion, she saw Bi Zhu, who was the first maid from the Prince Zhenbei Mansion, besides Xingxing, to accompany her out.

Bi Zhu looked proud.

She followed the Heir’s wife, feeling secretly thankful.

It was a chance for her to be alone outside with the Heir’s wife.