His dad is 26 years old

  Huamu Rong stepped down from the footstool and saw a group of palace servants kneeling motionless on the ground. He looked at them, unsure what to do, so he walked around the outer circle of servants and continued forward.

  This instead made all the palace people anxious and worried, thinking that the Crown Prince had returned in a bad mood and deliberately made everyone kneel.

  Having walked to the end, Huamu Rong didn't know where to go. She turned her head and said to a small eunuch who was kneeling nearby: "I want to eat deep-sea dragon fish, Queen Mother's peach, and ginseng fruit."

  The little eunuch sprang to his feet and replied, "Your Highness must be feeling a bit peckish. It's still early for dinner, so I'll go to the imperial kitchen to have some snacks prepared."

  The dim sum was not bad, the dim sum they provided on the road were all delicious flavors he had never eaten before. However, he came here to eat the delicacies that the little eunuch said could not be found in the world. Now that they have arrived at the little eunuch's home, the little eunuchs are avoiding him and refusing to answer, did the little eunuch deceive him?

  Two slender eyebrows gathered in the middle, squeezing out a hint of displeasure. A tender childlike voice carried a thick tone of authority: "I said it, I want to eat deep-sea dragon fish, Queen Mother's peach, ginseng fruit. Didn't you all hear me clearly?"

  The white bird covered its beak and hovered in mid-air, gazing down at the small face of Huamujin, secretly astonished: This child actually has another side to her.

  A slight movement of her little eyebrows is enough to show a gentle yet formidable power.

  Just like his little master. It's not useless to look exactly alike.

  The little eunuch was so frightened that he hastily fell to his knees and knocked his head on the ground, saying: "Your Highness spare my life, I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

  Eunuch Zhang, the manager of the Crown Prince's palace, saw that the young master was angry and got up from his knees on the ground. He walked to the front of Huamu Rong and bowed: "Young Master, this deep-sea dragon fish is a winter tonic. If used in summer, it will cause excessive yang energy, leading to bleeding symptoms. The Imperial Hospital has ordered that it cannot be used outside of winter. As for the Wangmu Xiantao and ginseng fruit, they are not yet in season this year. If there are any in storage, they are kept in the Empress Dowager's palace, usually as tribute to the Empress Dowager. If the young master wants to eat them, I will send someone to report to the Yongshou Palace."

  The flowers and trees are full of energy. These things are so troublesome. That kid never mentioned it to him, isn't this obviously going to harm him?

  Never mind, he must have these three things now and take them back for his mother to use for beauty.

  "I want to eat, I want all three, no matter what, you must find them for me." After saying that, she huffed and puffed, swung her sleeves and walked forward.

  The people kneeling on the ground looked at each other in dismay, and in their eyes, the young master seemed to have changed completely. In the past, Li Dongyuan was the least interested in food, advocating for a healthy diet of light tea and plain rice. Those deep-sea dragon fish, ginseng fruit, and Queen Mother's peaches, when they were served at the Crown Prince's palace, Li Dongyuan would at most pretend to take a small bite under everyone's persuasion, just one mouthful.

  "What's wrong, Your Highness? Where is Yi Feng?" asked Zhang Gonggong to the people who escorted the prince back.

  "Master Zhang, Yi Feng has just been called away by someone from the stables. It seems that Young Master's white horse is ill."

  The little white heron flapping its wings back and forth knew what was wrong with the little white horse. The little white horse had contracted lovesickness and was also angry. On the road, it repeatedly reminded those guards who were escorting the young master to change shifts, but no one understood or believed its horse language. Moreover, the little white horse was also angry that Li Dongyue didn't rehearse with it beforehand, causing it to be ridden by that clumsy child and feeling unaccustomed to it.

  Leyton Yu himself may not be a spoiled brat, but the white horses he raised are all high-maintenance and finicky.

  Huā Mù Róng walked alone, seeing the little egret not coming to help him lead the way. He picked up the tone of teaching Ni Ni and shouted: "If you don't come over, I'll roast and eat you."

  This little guy is getting more and more arrogant, really thinking it's the master. The white egret swooped down, pecking twice at his head with its beak, then flapped open and dodged the small hands he swung at it, flying forward.

  The bird's beak opened the door to the young master's bedroom. Huā Mù Róng chased after a small bird, stepping over the threshold. Looking around the room, screens and ancient shelves divided the space into several areas, with various trinkets on display everywhere. As he walked in, the floor was covered with jade stones, making it seem like jade was a cheap thing. Huā Mù Róng didn't know that Eastern Ling Country was rich in jade, so as the imperial palace of Eastern Ling, having jade stones covering the floor wasn't unusual. He just felt that Lí Dōng Yù's home was excessively luxurious, making him feel uneasy standing there.

  Two small eunuchs followed, holding the Taizi's usual clothes, and were going to help the young Taizi change his clothes.

  Two pairs of hands were about to undo his clothes, Huamu Rong continuously backed away, hugging her small chest and shouting: "Don't, don't." His beautiful body had always been only for his mother to see.

  The two small eunuchs had no choice but to put their usual clothes on the bed and retreat. After going out, they said to Zhang Gonggong who was guarding the door: "Zhang Gonggong, it seems that the young master is ill and does not allow us to approach."

  Could it be that he's really ill? The master has returned with inexplicable words and actions, causing people to worry. Zhang Gonggong thought for a moment and instructed the eunuchs below him: "You stay here and guard the master. If the master gives any orders, you all respond first. I'll go to Yongning Hall."

  Yongning Hall is the palace where Emperor Li Zimo handles government affairs, receives ministers, studies and rests. As an emperor, Li Zimo has the imperial bedroom of Yueshi Hall, but since the empress's death, he hasn't set foot in there again, moving all his daily activities to Yongning Hall.

  Because I had something to do on the way back, I took a detour and parted ways with my son, taking another route. As a result, I arrived in Kyoto one step ahead of my son's horse carriage.

  When he returned, all the ministers of various departments were already waiting for him in the main hall.

  Less than half a month after leaving, the desk was filled with documents. Li Zimo sat on the throne, listening to the Ministry of Rites and a certain Grand Scholar of the Imperial Academy arguing over a trivial matter for half a day, his forehead twitching with rage.

  Yun Chenjing sat in the western hall, pinched a neatly wrapped dumpling with his fingers and threw it into his mouth. The fruit entered his belly, and he felt comfortable. He then held up his tea cup and savored the fragrant tea made from the spring water flowing down from Longyan Spring, which was as clear as a stone. He secretly sighed: It's good that he is smart and didn't rush back, otherwise, he would have ended up like Lei Zimo by now.

  The two ministers, who were speaking so loudly that their sleeves were almost torn apart, ultimately failed to show the self-awareness of a subject and did not consider the emperor's feelings. All they got in return was a single sentence from Li Zimo, spoken in an extremely calm tone: "I think it's not whether he should be dismissed or not, but rather that you two should be dismissed."

  After a moment of dead silence, a cold gust of wind swept through like a knife across the neck, and everyone knelt down in unison: "Your subjects deserve death, may Your Majesty live forever, may Your Majesty's life be as boundless as the land."