Forced to Ascend the Throne after Transmigrating

The Shangshu Ling even urged him a little: “Lord Cen, since His Majesty has spoken, don’t keep us in suspense.”

^[1]Shangshu = Post in ministry of work

The Shangshu Ling is a genuine second-rank official, and I didn’t expect that he would be interested in such trivial matters.

Master Cen saw that he couldn’t avoid it anymore, so he had no choice but to speak: “Your Majesty, please take a look at this first.”

As he spoke, Master Cen took out a book from his sleeve.

This book belongs to none other than Ye Shuo’s textbook. It was confiscated by Master Cen today and was specially given to Emperor Jingwen to read.

Soon, the book was presented to Emperor Jingwen.

Emperor Jingwen opened it and saw, huh? There didn’t seem to be anything special.

Seeing that it was still clean, Emperor Jingwen couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the emperor was still the emperor after all, and he soon discovered something was wrong: “Why is this book… so clean?”

Master Cen couldn’t hold back when he heard this: “Because His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince has never seen it!”

According to Master Cen’s observation, the Ninth Prince could read for half an hour at most every day.

Half an hour!

Compared with other princes who often spent four to five hours studying a day, half an hour was simply below the bottom line for the other princes.

“The Ninth Prince didn’t even write his name.” In order to prevent being misled, princes would usually write their own names in the books.

Emperor Jingwen closed the book and saw that it was indeed empty, cleaner than his face.

Prime Minister He looked meaningfully at the Duke of Zhen who was sitting opposite him, and couldn’t help but smiled.

The Duke of Zhen felt that he should defend his grandson at this time: “Your Majesty, I think that studying should not be rushed.”

What’s so good about reading that book? It’s hard to remember and understand. Even if you remember it, you won’t know what it means. It’s full of twists and turns and not fun at all.

Moreover, in the eyes of the Duke of Zhen, half an hour was already good. None of his grandchildren, except the eldest grandson, could sit for so long.

Half an hour today, and another half an hour tomorrow, won’t it be enough if it accumulates over time?

Upon hearing this, Emperor Jingwen resisted the urge to curse, and returned the book expressionlessly: “He said he didn’t want to read it, so he didn’t read it? How could Master Cen let him do this?”

“I really have no choice.” Lord Cen was also helpless: “The Ninth Prince said that he gets a headache when he studies for a long time, and half an hour is the limit.”

If he was forced to watch for a while longer, the Ninth Prince would cover his chest and support his head. He pretended so convincingly that for a moment Lord Cen didn’t know whether it was true or not. If it was true, and if something really happened to the prince, he would not be able to bear the consequences.

When the Duke of Zhen heard this, he nodded repeatedly and agreed with his grandson’s words: “That’s right!” Reading is a headache!

Now the other ministers also started laughing.

“…Duke of Zhen, shut up.”

Emperor Jingwen couldn’t hold it in any longer this time, and turned to glare at the Duke of Zhen. Then he took a deep breath, feeling that things were far from being that simple: “Lord Cen, what else?”

“And Your Majesty, please look at these.” Lord Cen came prepared today, and everything that needed to be prepared had been prepared.

When the young eunuch outside the door came in holding a wooden box, He Xiang and the others were all stunned.

If I remember correctly, it hasn’t been long since the Ninth Prince went to the study?

How come he couldn’t have made all of these?

The next moment, Lord Cen confirmed the ministers’ guesses: “Your Majesty, these are some small items that I confiscated from the Ninth Prince during my recent classes.”

When Emperor Jingwen opened it, he saw a mess of all kinds of things inside.

Emperor Jingwen picked up a square piece of jade and took a look at it in his hand. It turned out to be a small seal.

Perhaps because he was a beginner, the seal was carved crookedly and one could only vaguely make out it was a human face.

Curiosity kills the cat, and this is no exception for the emperor.

Driven by curiosity, Emperor Jingwen dipped his seal in his own ink and then stamped it on a blank piece of rice paper.

After seeing clearly what was engraved on it, Emperor Jingwen’s face immediately turned dark.

Long hair… a woman!

But in fact, as an ancient person, Emperor Jingwen didn’t know anything about animation. In addition, Ye Shuo’s carving was rather messy, which made Emperor Jingwen mistakenly recognize it.

Emperor Jingwen suddenly remembered the rouge and belly band he had caught at his one-year-old birthday banquet. Now that the old matter was brought up again, it immediately became a thorn in the side of Emperor Jingwen.

He Xiang and the others watched helplessly as the emperor crumpled up a piece of rice paper and threw it away.

Emperor Jingwen then put the seal aside, deciding to have someone grind it off later.

Emperor Jingwen quickly fished out the second thing from the box. It was… a small wooden stick? ?

The small wooden sticks were half as long as a chopstick. Five or six of them were about as thick as a chopstick and were polished to be very smooth. They were all tied with red silk. There were about a hundred sticks in a bundle.

“What is this for?” Emperor Jingwen was puzzled.

Lord Cen stepped forward, took the wooden stick, untied the red silk, and then personally demonstrated to the emperor and the ministers how to play.

It is to use one of the small wooden sticks to push out the other wooden sticks little by little. During this period, the other wooden sticks cannot move. If they move, you lose.

Emperor Jingwen: “…”

It sounds like it’s quite interesting.

“Well, what about this?” With a light cough, Emperor Jingwen pointed to a stack of chessboards hand-painted by his son.

There is one black and one white on the chessboard, which looks like Go, but if you look closely, it is not Go.

Lord Cen took a look and said, “This was invented by His Highness. It’s called ‘Gobang’. His Highness the Ninth Prince said that when the five pieces are in a line, you win.”

What the hell is this?

In addition to the hand-painted chessboard, there are also trap games, which can be played with paper and a pen.

Soon, Emperor Jingwen took out a book that was half the size of his palm and had been bound with thread.

There is a little man holding a sword on every page of the book. The little man is drawn very simply. Although it is called a little man, it is actually just a few lines and circles put together.

“Why did he draw so many of the same thing?” Emperor Jingwen asked again.

His Majesty doesn’t know either. It was only after listening to Ye Shuo that Lord Cen knew how to look at this thing.

So Lord Cen reminded: “Your Majesty, you will understand if you turn the pages faster.”

Emperor Jingwen did as he was told, and then he discovered… the little guy moved!

Chopping, hacking and picking are just some simple movements, but they are quite interesting.

There were also bookmarks made of leaves, sandbags made of rags, etc. The most outrageous thing was that Emperor Jingwen found five things at the bottom that were almost identical in shape and size, and he didn’t know whether they were pig bones or sheep bones.

“What about this? What is it used for?” Emperor Jingwen didn’t want to ask so many questions, but he had no choice because he had never seen it before.

Lord Cen helped demonstrate again.

It’s just that his hands were not that flexible, and could not be compared with Ye Shuo’s dexterous posture when catching stones. Basically, when this bone was thrown up, the sheep bone below had not been caught yet, and the one thrown out had already fallen.

The ministers were stunned by the flustered Lord Cen in front of them.

After being stunned for a moment, He Xiang and the others could not help but be speechless. From the box full of messy things in front of them, they could tell that the Ninth Prince was definitely a man who did not do his job properly.

Fortunately, the emperor only favors him, and fortunately, the person chosen by the emperor to inherit the throne was not him.

A child’s character can be judged by his age at the age of seven. It seems that the Ninth Prince will never have any real power in his lifetime.

He Xiang and the others looked at each other and shook their heads in their hearts.

The prince standing by was silent. He had no idea where his younger brother got so many frivolous ideas from.

The Duke of Zhen didn’t think so much. He thought that playful children were good and playful children were healthy.

“…Okay, okay, let it go. I almost understand it.” Emperor Jingwen didn’t know what to say anymore. He wished he could put some of his attention away from having fun and focus on reading.

Thinking of this, Emperor Jingwen hurriedly asked: “What about his homework? How is his homework?”

Lord Cen shook his head, his expression unable to hide his grief: “Your Majesty, in such a long time, the Ninth Prince has only completed his homework on time twice.”

Every time he was asked to recite something, he almost never recited it completely.

“When I passed by His Highness the Ninth Prince during morning reading today, This servant, just realized that His Highness the Ninth Prince only opened his mouth but did not make any sound!”

When Lord Cen saw this, his plan was finally completely ruined. He got so excited that he came to the Qinzheng Hall with his box to file a complaint.

Lord Cen was so angry at that time that he couldn’t care less.

“I have tried slapping him on the hand, scolding him, and even making him stand in the corner as punishment. When the class was over, I went out to take a look, and only the bowl of water on the Ninth Prince’s head was still there. The Ninth Prince had disappeared long ago!” Lord Cen knelt down with a plop, accusing him word by word, tears streaming down his face.

He has never taught such a difficult student in his life.

Every new gadget he found was confiscated, but new ones would pop up the next day, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, with no end in sight. No one knew what was in his little head, and he would have enough for two toys a day.

Looking at the articles written by His Highness the Ninth Prince, he may not be able to write one in ten days.

Lord Cen’s grief was genuine: “Your Majesty, I really can’t teach His Majesty well. I am guilty!”

As confident as Lord Cen was before, he is now as discouraged as ever, and was even angered to tears by a student like Ye Shuo.

He Xiang and others standing by were also stunned by this scene. As colleagues, they knew how stubborn Lord Cen was. Being able to force him into this state, everyone had a further understanding of the Ninth Prince’s stubbornness.

Seeing the miserable state of his old rival, who was still crying at such an old age, the Crown Prince’s Tutor tried to hold back his expression, but finally failed and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Although he had known that this day would come, when it finally came, the Grand Tutor was still very happy. He just kept silent because of his old rival’s face.

However, perhaps it was due to telepathy or something else, but just when the Grand Tutor’s expression had only lasted for two breaths, Lord Cen, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head as if he had sensed something.

As luck would have it, Lord Cen happened to meet the eyes of the Crown Prince’s tutor, and saw the faint gloating in them, which made Lord Cen even more sad and angry.

Laugh, laugh, laugh, what’s so funny!

He just met a student as good as the prince, so he had the time to laugh at himself. If their identities were reversed, this person might be worse than –

Wait.

Identity swap?

Lord Cen was stunned for a moment, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

If you don’t have the skills, you shouldn’t take on this job. If you don’t have the ability, you should let someone more capable teach you.

Didn’t this old guy always boast that his teaching students were better than his own?

The sudden change in Mr. Cen did not escape the eyes of the Taifu. He did not say anything at this time, but for some reason, the Taifu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

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↑1Shangshu = Post in ministry of work