readsfreenovel Chapter 363 Princess Rouan 13
Chapter 363 Princess Rouan 13
"Is there no way to alleviate this?"
The imperial physician glanced at the emperor again and said softly, "Rest quietly and don't strain your mind; that might alleviate the symptoms somewhat."
Such words are as good as saying nothing. Apart from those emperors who didn't attend court for decades, which emperor could enjoy such a life of leisure? Even the one who remained as virtuous as ever probably couldn't.
The emperor withdrew his wrist and said calmly, "Just prescribe some recuperation medicine, and you don't need to worry about anything else."
He's going to rest, so who will take his place?
The crown prince, who also suffers from a heart ailment?
It's uncertain whether he or his son will walk ahead of them at that time.
Ling Yi gritted her teeth and remained silent, following the imperial physician toward the outer hall.
But when the palace doors opened, only one person walked out.
Through the small window, the Crown Prince saw Rou'an sitting stubbornly in front of a stack of memorials, flipping through them, and sighed.
"Rou'an is also worried about you and me, father and son."
Otherwise, how could such a pampered girl possibly ride back on horseback?
Otherwise, why would she, who doesn't care about anything, pick up those folded documents?
The emperor sighed, "This child has been stubborn since she was little. Let's just let her be for now. She'll get better when she encounters setbacks."
The crown prince shook his head: "I'll go out and answer her questions."
The emperor gazed at the crown prince's retreating figure for a long time before sighing.
The crown prince inherited the family's heart disease, so he was not the best candidate to inherit the throne.
But his other sons...
A series of shallow and foolish faces flashed through his mind, and he shook his head helplessly.
How could he possibly trust those fools with such a powerful and influential court filled with powerful families?
It would be better to hand it over to the Crown Prince.
Why can students taught by the same group of teachers vary so much in ability?
Lying on the bed with his eyes closed, the emperor slowly closed his eyes.
Inside the outer hall, the Crown Prince cautiously watched Ling Yi, who was puffing out her cheeks as she read the memorials, and coughed, "Rou'an, if there's anything you don't understand, just tell your brother."
Ling Yi glanced at the dark circles under the Crown Prince's eyes and pointed to the soft couch on the side: "Go lie down over there. I'll call you if I don't understand something."
The crown prince sighed under her icy gaze and lay down on the soft couch fully clothed.
His eyes were filled with the image of his younger sister intently reading the comprehension document, and he could hear the soft rustling of paper. Before long, the prince closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Ling Yi winked at the eunuch beside her, signaling him to cover the Crown Prince with a light blanket before continuing to read the memorials.
On her first review, she didn't try to make a splash. Instead, she summarized the memorial in her neat, small handwriting, added her own comments in red ink, and then tucked them into the memorial.
This is somewhat similar to what the cabinet did when feudal autocracy reached its peak in later generations, but Ling Yi has brought it up hundreds of years ahead of time.
As he read through the memorials, the crown prince finally opened his eyes when the candlelight illuminated the room.
After a short rest, his energy and spirits improved considerably.
He took the handkerchief handed to him by a palace maid, wiped his face, and stood up to walk towards Ling Yi: "How is Rou'an's memorial being reviewed?"
Ling Yi pointed to the three stacks of folded documents that had been moved to the other side without even looking up, and told him to look at them himself.
The prince picked up the stack of wooden signs first. As soon as he opened the folding book, a piece of paper fell out, which read: "Flattery is useless."
A simple and clear sentence made him burst out laughing.
Only after Ling Yi gave him a wary look did he begin to seriously scan the memorial.
Yeah, it was useless after all.
The only things written on it were "How are you, Your Majesty?", "How are you, Crown Prince?", and "How are you, Grandson of the Emperor?"
This high-ranking official, who was thousands of miles away, sent his greetings to three generations of his family.
The several folds to which the wooden plaque belonged contained similar contents, causing the smile on the prince's face to fade slightly.
Although such matters seem simple, it is quite incredible that someone who has never been involved in politics could accurately select them.
If it were his son, who is the same age as Lingyi, doing this, he would probably reply very seriously, "Okay, very good, thank you for your concern."
He took a vermilion pen and drew a red circle on each document to indicate that he had finished reading it. Then, the prince reached for the stack of documents on the silver plaque.
The first one: The Northwest General sued the civil official, and Ling Yi added sincere mediation and a little reprimand.
The second one: The southerner reported that the government office was old and that he missed His Majesty while in the old office. It was still flattery, but Ling Yi put it in another stack of memorials, with the attached message: If the government office is old, then repair it. Why miss me? I don't know how to repair government offices.
The third one was about auspicious omens being discovered in a certain place, a symbol of His Majesty's divine mandate, accompanied by a long, scathing rebuke, warning that if he continued to try to fool him with these things, he should go back to the capital and raise horses for him.
Compared to the previous pile of useless things, this pile contains things that are useful but not so useful. Some of Ling Yi's annotations are a bit immature, but the conclusions she draws are flawless.
As for the stack of gold medals, those are all important matters.
Ling Yi didn't write any comments on the stack of documents, including criminal cases, spring floods, or dike repairs. She simply summarized all the contents and attached her opinions on how the matter had been handled over the past few years.
This stack of folders only has five or six volumes, which seems small, but it is the most meticulously handled.
The Crown Prince's brows twitched as he looked at the memorials that Ling Yi had handled so meticulously.
He looked at the detailed report on the cost of repairing the dike in Zhangzhou last year and the situation of the spring floods in the past three years, and then glanced at the request sent by the prefect this year. After a moment's thought, he approved the memorial.
The Crown Prince discovered that when he only looked at the summaries given by Ling Yi and ignored the complicated memorials, his speed in reviewing memorials increased by more than double.
In just half an hour, he had approved all the memorials that Ling Yi had been working on all afternoon, without even the usual exhaustion he felt.
Unbelievable.
The Crown Prince looked up at Ling Yi, who was focused on her work, but was surprised to find the Emperor standing silently behind her.
The emperor stopped him from bowing, quietly walked to his side, and picked up the memorials.
After scanning the lengthy memorial and glancing at the brief summary, his eyes shone with delight as he looked at his daughter.
"Rou'an".
When the emperor's voice rang out, Ling Yi dazedly raised her head, her brows furrowing instantly: "Father, why are you up again?"
Did she only realize someone was approaching her at this point?
Not sure.
That's what the emperor thought anyway.
The emperor chuckled, "I'm not paralyzed, so why can't I get out of bed?"
He pointed to the folded documents on the table, which were divided into three categories, and asked, "How did you come up with the idea of dividing them like this?"
Ling Yi frowned, somewhat puzzled: "You can't read too many words, so why not simplify those long and tedious things? Is that even a question?"
Such an overly self-righteous tone left the emperor speechless for a moment.