Chapter 66 - Contention
Having secured his desired items, Teng Yu casually selected a coral tree and a painting as a token of celebration. Despite their expensive price tags, they seemed too commonplace.
Observing Teng Yu's nonchalant attitude, Yin Xu quipped, “Surely, as a noble prince, you could choose something more practical for a birthday present?”
“Don't trouble yourself with such thoughts. These gifts weigh heavy on my heart. With this silver, I could procure you ample jade instead.”
“Hmm… I suppose that's true,” Yin Xu conceded without much thought.
“By the way, when is your birthday?”
“What prompts this inquiry?”
“As my cherished companion, it's only fitting that you receive special treatment on your birthday. It's a testament to your significance in my life.”
Yin Xu scoffed, “Your words lack sincerity!”
Reflecting on Huo Tian's birthday, Yin Xu recalled the annual feast prepared by the butler, replete with his favorite meats, longevity noodles, and two eggs, a tradition that left a lasting impression.
However, Yin Xu couldn't recall his own birthdate. As a millennia-old creature, much of his early years were spent in seclusion, fading from memory over time.
“Then, what do you desire? If it's within my means, I'll procure it for you.”
“You say that now!” Yin Xu clapped Teng Yu's shoulder affectionately, a smile adorning his face.
He valued practicality over the reputation of boundless indulgence, exemplified by the jade carving downstairs.
“Shall we depart? The hour grows late. Let's explore the fifth floor.”
Teng Yu halted Yin Xu, guiding him downstairs. “The fifth floor isn't suitable for us presently.”
“Why's that?”
“Because… the fifth floor traffics in human lives. If the need arises for an assassination, one can arrange it there.”
Yin Xu regarded him suspiciously, “Truly? And the authorities turn a blind eye to such dealings?”
“It matters little. Outsiders believe the fifth floor caters exclusively to beauties: the gentle Jiangnan women, the captivating Jiangan girls, even exotic overseas maidens with golden hair and blue eyes. Nobles and officials frequent it, assured that whether they retain or gift these beauties, they'll find suitable recipients.
Few know of the higher-ups' dealings with assassins. Besides, our household possesses an abundance of beauty, rendering a visit unnecessary.”
Having settled his dues, he exited the Sky Piercing Pavilion. Night had fallen, and Yin Xu found himself unexpectedly at ease, as if in a dream.
Perhaps due to the extensive social interactions of the day, spanning various classes, Yin Xu gained deeper insights into the mortal realm. People toiled for survival, some pursuing sustenance, while others chased after fame and fortune.
As the year drew to a close, those who had toiled throughout the year opted to rest in these final days. Despite the darkened sky, the streets remained bustling. Yin Xu and Teng Yu wasted no time, heading straight back to the Third Prince Mansion.
Upon their return, Han Sen rushed over, “Your Highness, the Emperor summons you to the palace. The eunuch bearing the decree has been waiting for nearly two hours.”
“Oh? Didn't Father say he had no time for Yun Heran's visit today?” Teng Yu quipped.
“This servant inquired and discovered that General Yun wishes to meet with you personally to clarify matters and dispel any unfounded rumors,” Han Sen relayed.
“Clarifications? Ha! There's no need to hear him out. Inform the decree bearer that I'm fatigued and shall pay my respects to Father another day,” Teng Yu dismissed.
“But… would it not be unwise for Your Highness to decline? Imperial Consort Yun and her son will also be present. This servant fears they may exploit Your Highness's absence,” Han Sen expressed concern.
“Have they not schemed enough already? Let them convene as planned. This hall is weary of their affairs,” Teng Yu retorted.
Knowing his Highness's temperament, Han Sen conveyed Teng Yu's decision. The palace denizens were well aware of the Third Prince's disposition; disregarding decrees was not unprecedented.
Within the Imperial Palace, Emperor Dechang remained unruffled by the servant's report. With an affectionate smile, he remarked, “If he chooses not to come, it's of no consequence. His arrival would likely provoke us.”
“The Emperor's favor toward the Third Prince endures. The Third Prince is truly blessed,” Yun Heran remarked from his seat at the Emperor's left, with the First Prince opposite him.
Alongside Yun Heran, Imperial Consort Yun and her son, the Second Prince, and several high-ranking officials were present, all summoned by the Emperor to entertain the guests.
Emperor Dechang chuckled, “Supreme Commander Yun has spent years on the border, and it's commendable that you've returned to spend a few days. Tomorrow, I shall summon my errant son once more.”
“This humble subject thanks the Emperor for his concern. However, the Third Prince has always been averse to this subject's presence. There is concern he might heed the external rumors and be easily misled,” Yun Heran expressed.
“Brother, don't speak like that. The Third Prince is already sixteen, hardly a child. Imperial Consort Yun sat beside the Emperor, gracefully tending to him, pouring wine and serving food with utmost decorum.
Despite the disagreeable content of her words, her tone remained composed, almost coquettish, masking any malice beneath the surface.
“Haha… Indeed, Yi'er has been handling official matters since he was fifteen, unlike his wayward sibling who still frolics about,” the First Prince concurred.
The First Prince offered a humble smile, “I am unworthy of Father's praise. As your eldest son, I must be more dutiful.”
Emperor Dechang cast a fleeting glance at his eldest son, a smile lingering on his lips, though his heart harbored unease.
“Your majesty, please refrain from praise; his abilities are limited. Recall his recent journey to Liu State where not only did he fail his mission, but he also stirred up trouble. He requires a lesson.”
Imperial Consort Yun took the initiative to elucidate the Liu State affair, keenly observing the emperor's demeanor, aiming to dispel his suspicions towards her son.
Were it not for her elder brother's return today, they wouldn't have been granted an audience with the emperor, who had been neglecting them for days—a situation unprecedented.
This year, the emperor insisted on inviting all ministers, including the Second Prince. Ostensibly, it appeared he favored his brother, yet their bond seemed distant.
The Emperor reassured Imperial Consort Yun, patting her hands tenderly, “He's still young, with much to learn. Mistakes are permissible as long as he recognizes his shortcomings.”
His seemingly mundane remark prompted deep contemplation among those present, especially those holding high office, discerning the Emperor's veiled warning to the First Prince about hastening for the throne.
It served as a cautionary message for the First Prince not to rush toward succession.
“Indeed. I've imparted the same wisdom to him. Let's see if he learns to lower his guard in the future. He's oblivious to being deceived.”
Imperial Consort Yun exchanged significant glances with her son and elder brother, then leaned against the emperor, lightly tapping her thigh.
“Father, I acknowledge my mistakes. I was eager to find the auspicious sign to present to you, but unforeseen events ensued, causing inconvenience to you and the ministers.”
“I dare not,” murmured the ministers, well aware of the First Prince's status. His apology was met with skepticism.
However, the emperor chuckled, “We'll settle this with a drink. Though the matter wasn't directly your doing, it concerns you. Tomorrow, you'll assist in the investigation regarding the stone monument.”
“Yes, Father,” the First Prince acquiesced, though his thoughts churned. Perhaps the emperor's delegation implied trust in him or a lack of intent to uncover the truth.
His previous audacity stemmed from sensing the emperor's deepening apprehension toward the Huo Family.
Had it not been for Teng Yu's attack, the emperor might have been more pleased with him.
Reflecting, the First Prince harbored resentment toward Yun Heran, deeming him meddlesome and overly independent.
Despite his junior status, he was heir to the throne, ascending the path to kingship.
Just as he contemplated confronting Yun Heran, Emperor Dechang announced, “In the coming days, envoys from various nations will arrive. I entrust the task of hosting them to the Second Brother.”
Both the First and Second Princes looked up, seemingly surprised, yet their reactions differed—the former concealed his emotions, while the latter suppressed excitement.
It was a prestigious role designated by the emperor. Hosting foreign envoys not only fostered international relations but also signified the emperor's trust and regard. Such an honor had previously been bestowed upon the First Prince.
“Rest assured, Royal Father, your son will diligently strive for excellence!” the Second Prince declared, thumping his chest as a promise.
“When you handle matters, Royal Father has no concerns. However, you need to adjust your temperament. Avoid needless quarrels and rash actions!”
Teng Ji was infamous for his fiery temperament, making him the son who most resembled Emperor Dechang among the three princes.
“I will heed Royal Father's advice!” the Second Prince replied cheerfully, while casting a challenging glance at the First Prince.
With his hand hidden beneath the table, the First Prince's grip tightened, his fingernails piercing his palm as he maintained his composure. He suggested, “Second Brother’s forthright nature is suited for discussions with foreign envoys. However, for welcoming our guests, our youngest brother would be the better choice. He knows the capital inside out and can surely entertain the envoys well.”
The First Prince preferred to delegate this responsibility to the youngest, especially since the Second Prince had been overly active lately.
Understanding the implication, the Second Prince concurred thoughtfully, “Indeed, our youngest brother is at an age where he enjoys social engagements, and he's more familiar with such activities than I am. I worry that the envoys might find me dull.”
Emperor Dechang looked affectionately at his sons and agreed, “In terms of entertaining guests, the youngest does have an edge. It’s all settled then.”
Both the First and Second Prince acknowledged this decision by nodding emphatically, thus excluding Teng Yu from the task.
Imperial Consort Yun offered a grape to the Emperor, gently chiding, “Let’s set this topic aside for tonight, shall we? It's rare for your eldest to be home, and yet the discussion continues endlessly.”
“My dear consort is indeed thoughtful. We should embrace and savor life,” Emperor Dechang agreed, summoning the dancers. “Tonight we celebrate the return of our beloved lady. Everyone is invited to enjoy themselves to the fullest!”
All the ministers stood and raised their glasses in gratitude. “Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty!”
After several rounds of drinks, as the night drew on and the palace gates were locked, Emperor Dechang instructed the palace staff to escort the inebriated officials to a side hall for rest, before he and Imperial Consort Yun retreated toward the imperial harem.
Before departing, Imperial Consort Yun cast a significant look at her elder brother, then assisted the visibly impaired Emperor into the imperial carriage, tenderly stroking his chest, secretly anticipating the possible outcomes of the night.
Despite the Emperor's affection, the reality of her advancing age, albeit well-maintained, meant she lacked the youthfulness of the younger concubines, resulting in fewer nights spent with the Emperor.
In the solitude of the palace, Imperial Consort Yun, like any woman, longed for the Emperor's favor.
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