Medical Doctor Travels Through Time to Train the Prince to Become a Wife-Controlled

Dong Yuwei opened her eyes and found that the room was already bright. What time was it? She quickly called Nanny Dong to come in, "Mammy, come in for a moment."

Nanny Dong finally heard the Madam's voice, otherwise everyone would have thought that she was going to sleep all day.

He entered the inner room to help his wife get up. When she was changing clothes, he saw the marks all over her body. "This master is really something. He is not a young man, but he doesn't know how to be kind to his wife."

Dong Yuwei's face was now as red as a monkey's butt. She sat in front of the dressing table and recalled everything that happened last night.

Nanny Dong remembered the young lady's instructions in the morning, "Oh, madam, the young lady came here this morning and was going to have breakfast with you, but... "

She could guess what happened next. This time she had thrown the shame on her daughter. "Go and ask the young lady to come over for lunch at noon."

After Nanny Dong helped the lady dress up, she asked someone to take out the clothes that were worn during the night to wash. Seeing these things, Dong Yuwei's mind unconsciously reappeared the scenes of last night.

I really don't know why the prime minister, who is usually so serious and stern, was so abnormal last night and kept asking for things.

If I hadn't cried and begged him, it would have taken the whole night. I don't know if he would have the energy to go to court today.

He quickly ordered the servants to ask the kitchen to prepare ginseng chicken soup so that he could nourish his body.

Zi Ling carried a bowl of chicken soup and placed it on the table in the room. "Madam, this is the red date chicken soup that the master asked the kitchen to make before he went to court. I will let you drink it when you wake up. It is good for your health. It seems that the master still cares about you very much."

It turned out that he still remembered the food he liked when he was young. Dong Yuwei picked up a bowl of chicken soup and drank it all.

It’s the same chicken soup as usual, but for some reason it feels especially sweet today.

"If you have the foundation to start a memorial, if you don't have the foundation to retreat from the court."

Qi Xingming shouted loudly in his shrill voice. He stood in front of the ministers, swinging a white whisk in his hand, looking down at the officials below.

Officials in the Southern Kingdom held a hu tablet when they went to court. Officials above the fifth rank held one made of jade, while those below the fifth rank held one made of wood or bamboo.

The prime minister's tablet is naturally made of the best material, crystal white jade.

"Your son has something to report."

Just when the morning court fell into silence, the Second Prince Nan clearly passed the Crown Prince and stood at the front.

The emperor looked at his second son with displeasure. He wondered what trouble he had caused today. Wouldn’t it be better for him to leave the court early and eat something?

"What do you want to report? If it's a trivial matter, there's no need to bring it up in the morning court. After all, the officials still have their own government affairs to complete."

A sinister look flashed across the second prince's eyes. His father was so partial and always looked down on him.

When he raised his head, his face still had a calm expression, as if he didn't care at all about the emperor's indifference.

"I heard that the Prime Minister's daughter made all the women fall in love with the Crown Prince in public, and disturbed the people's hearts, causing a great commotion among the crowd. Now there are rumors on the street that the future Crown Princess is doing something detrimental to the royal family."

At this time, the emperor naturally wanted to be the first to speak out, and he also wanted to see what the ministers thought about this matter.

Then the Eighth Prince at the back also stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I think this matter should not be taken lightly. If this girl was just the daughter of the Prime Minister, it would be understandable, but now that she is the future Crown Princess, she should behave more dignifiedly. She will be the mother of the country in the future."

These words were like putting a little girl on fire. The prime minister's usually gentle temper also exploded. "You are disrespectful to the elderly. Why is my daughter not acting properly? The prince is handsome. Not only is my daughter envious of him, but all the girls in the world are envious of him. That is also normal.

Why do you say that? Are you saying that the prince is too ugly and doesn't like the children of ordinary people? "

Seeing that the Eighth Prince was about to retreat, he walked quickly up to him and cursed him in the face.

"My daughter was taught by my father-in-law before she was six years old. How could she not behave properly? The emperor was also taught by my father-in-law, and he still governs the huge Southern Kingdom.

So what if she is the Crown Princess? She is my daughter now. She can do whatever she wants. Even if she burns down my house, it is not my daughter's fault."

The prince looked at the prime minister, who was always steady, and saw that he was cursing the court for his daughter today. This was truly unprecedented.

The imperial teacher looked at his son-in-law with a satisfied expression, thinking that he was worthy of being taught by him.

As a father, you have to take action when it is time, otherwise your life will be too miserable.

The imperial teacher stroked his beard and stood up from the chair in front.

He bowed to the emperor, and the emperor leaned his body a little. He didn't dare to accept the teacher's greeting directly, but he still knew that he should respect his teachers.

"Your Majesty, I personally taught my granddaughter until she was six years old. After that, she was taken away by Master Zhengyi to learn martial arts. She just returned home this year. She is obviously a gentle and lovely little girl. The Second Prince and the Eighth Prince are disgusted with my granddaughter for blocking their way. What, you are also eyeing the position of Crown Princess?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Eighth Prince and the Second Prince both knelt on the ground. They never expected that just a few short words would make these two men go full rage.

"Father, my sons and ministers don't dare."

"Your Majesty, I dare not."

"Do you have any questions, ministers?"

The emperor looked coldly at the two people kneeling below. One was his son, the other was his younger brother. When did they get together?

The second brother is really an ambitious person, and he has placed many minions in places that no one can see.

Censor Qi Ling stepped forward to add fuel to the fire, making the situation even more heated. "Your Majesty, I have already sent people to investigate the matter that you just talked about. I found that the people praised the prince more and trusted the royal family more. It did not cause any bad influence. The future Crown Princess handled it just right."

The emperor looked at Qi Ling, who had always been upright, and knew that since he had gone to investigate, it proved that this was the fact.

"You two will kneel here for an hour and then go back. Prime Minister, the Crown Prince and the teacher, have breakfast with me!"

Qi Xingming looked at those fleas and sneered, "Withdraw from the court..."

Several people gathered in the emperor's residence for breakfast. At this time, they did not have the habit of not talking while eating or sleeping. "Peiwen, your daughter is not a gentle girl. I think she is very powerful."

The Prime Minister immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and sneered, "Your Majesty, you have wronged my daughter. She is really gentle and never leaves the house. She is so well-behaved. Those are just rumors from others. Don't believe them, don't believe them."

The Imperial Master stroked his beard and said, "Zhenzhen is naturally well-behaved, but I don't know if she has changed much now."

Speaking of this, Meng Feizhi wanted to complain about his daughter, "Don't mention it. Her master has always asked her to disguise herself. I have only seen her true face once. He said it was for her safety."

The prince's interest deepened. It seemed that his future princess was not an ordinary person, and he was looking forward to his future life even more.

He turned to look at the Prime Minister and asked, "I asked the housekeeper to deliver the invitation. I wonder if Zhenzhen has time to come out and play."

He didn't dare to make trouble, so he answered respectfully, "I am very sorry. Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I think she will be free in the afternoon. After all, she is still young. Please forgive me for getting up late in the morning!"

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter. There was no tension at all as there was in the morning court.

The prime minister entered the court as an official when the emperor had just ascended the throne. It was not easy for the two of them to have grown from their youth to where they are today, and it can be said that they are closely connected.

That's why the imperial tutor was so confident in letting his granddaughter marry the prince. As long as he was alive, the prince had to treat his granddaughter well. This was the decision he made after careful consideration with Meng Zhifei.

"Prince, I see you are worried about it, go back quickly! Don't forget to study."

The emperor saw that the prince was here and his heart had already left. He had also been through that time and knew how anxious he felt.

"My son, please retire."

The three people moved to the inner room, but no one knew what they talked about. The smile on the emperor's face never relaxed. It seemed that they must have been very happy chatting inside.

Qi Xingming was standing outside, listening to the laughter coming from inside, with a smile on his face.

The emperor only has these one or two close friends, and he is happy as long as the emperor is happy.

After all, he had seen it all, from being a prince to being the emperor now. He had experienced so much fighting before he could be the master of the house. How could his hands not have a bit of blood on them!