“Master, His Highness is young…”
“Impudent.”
But these words came from Yi Lang’s mouth, his tone almost identical to Emperor Zhenning’s.
“When the sovereign father reproaches, as officials and sons, we should accept what we deserve, no need for a servant to speak up.”
After speaking, he lifted his robes to kneel, “Father Emperor, Yang Jing of Wenhua Palace is your son’s tutor and also your son’s uncle. If he truly has committed crimes, then your son has been bewitched by him for many days. Your son is deeply afraid and begs Father Emperor for guidance.”
Emperor Zhenning was silent for a while, then said softly: “You came today to plead for your maternal uncle?”
Yi Lang straightened up, “No, since childhood I’ve been taught that the nation’s justice system should make merits and crimes clear to all under heaven, but the Northern Command acts without explanation, not making merits and crimes clear. Your son believes this is wrong.”
Yang Wan stood behind Yi Lang, hearing every word without missing one.
She raised her head to meet Deng Ying’s gaze.
Deng Ying didn’t speak, but his face held a slight smile.
At this moment, Yang Wan truly began to understand why Deng Ying so treasured this child.
Military commanders yearn for world peace, while scholars hope for nothing more than “political clarity.”
World peace can rely on famous generals, but “political clarity” must have an enlightened ruler.
He doesn’t need to be too merciful, he just needs to kill appropriately—not cruel, but also not soft on anyone.
“Yi Lang.”
“Your son is here.”
The emperor’s voice was hoarse.
“Do you know what you’ve said to me?”
“Your son understands. Your son has offended Father Emperor and asks for punishment, but also asks Father Emperor for guidance. Your son has grown up and wants to live with clear understanding.”
Emperor Zhenning lowered his head, silently looking at the prostrate Yi Lang, and after a moment finally said: “Since that’s the case, I permit you to question the Northern Command.”
“Your son thanks, Father Emperor.”
“You may withdraw.”
Yang Wan followed Yi Lang out of Yangxin Palace. Just as they descended the terrace, Yi Lang took Yang Wan’s hand.
“Aunt, I will never let anyone bully you again.”
Yang Wan held his hand as they walked toward Chengqian Palace, saying as they walked: “You’re still young, aunt must protect you well.”
Yi Lang looked up and said: “Doesn’t Aunt trust Yi Lang?”
Yang Wan stopped walking, “Aunt fears you won’t be happy.”
Yi Lang said: “When you returned from the prison, Mother Consort told me you saved both our lives, and I’ve always remembered how during the time I was confined in Wuying Palace, it was always aunt taking care of me. Aunt, I couldn’t protect Mother Consort, but I will protect you. Aunt, when I grow up, I’ll never let you be a servant again.”
Yang Wan smiled, reaching out to adjust Yi Lang’s collar.
Her heart was deeply conflicted. On one hand, she hoped he would grow up quickly, fulfilling Deng Ying and Yang Lun’s wishes.
On the other hand, she hoped he wouldn’t grow up.
Let that person live.