Chapter 1733 - 1735: He Trades Medicinal Herbs
"Of course it’s true!" Ye Zi’an chuckled, "Just wait and see, your son will definitely bring you back the top score in the Imperial Exam someday, the youngest one yet."
"Oh, it’s such a pity, he’s a prince now." Yang Chuxia shook her head slightly regretfully, "He’s at the top right away, no matter how well he does in exams in the future, that sense of accomplishment will be missing."
"There’s nothing we can do about it, let’s go, weren’t we going out? Let’s leave now."
The night before, they had agreed to go to the street to buy some things, and Ye Zi’an accompanied her.
In the carriage, Yang Chuxia asked again, "Since you can see his level, why do you still want him to go to school? If he goes, the Emperor will surely have someone keep an eye on him every day."
"Xiaxia, how long can we protect him?" Ye Zi’an said, "He has to walk his own life journey. He’s different from me, I have close relatives to support each other, and my close relatives are already in high positions of power. But what about him in the future? His relationship with Prince Zhuang’s Mansion has grown distant, and even the Luo Residence in Linhao’s generation has become estranged from him. To be estranged from him is equivalent to being estranged from the imperial family, which is actually very dangerous for a prince not of the imperial blood."
"I know, non-imperial princes have always been a thorn in the eyes of the imperial family, no matter in which dynasty they are, because they are an existence that must be given a title." Yang Chuxia nodded.
Past non-imperial princes made huge contributions, either fighting alongside the founding emperor to establish the kingdom or achieving countless military merits in later dynasties. Such people deserved to be given princely titles, and there was even no higher title to confer on them.
How can such people not be a threat to the imperial family?
"Yes, although Lele’s situation is different, this child has always had many ideas since he was young. I investigated him and found out he even had Ye Er helping him traffic medicinal herbs."
When the data reached him the day before yesterday, he almost jumped up. "It’s hard to imagine what he might become in the future. Just think, the current Emperor is already wary of him, what about the next Emperor or the one after that? If he wants a peaceful life, he’ll have to be either a loyal subject or reach a point where the imperial family can’t move him. And once the seed of imperial suspicion is planted, being a loyal subject is like wearing a noose around his neck, and he’s a prince now, so he can’t even retire and return to his hometown."
"Aren’t you thinking too far ahead?"
"Far or not, Ye Zi’an said, "I want him to go to school to make connections with people who might benefit him. But if he doesn’t make connections, going to school is still good for broadening his horizons and adjusting his character."
"But did you say he’s trafficking medicinal herbs?" Yang Chuxia’s eyes twitched several times.
"Yes, even Yangyang’s few hundred taels were swindled by him." Ye Zi’an shook his head, "He must have inherited his mother’s business acumen. He’s just leaving traces of what he’s doing, so I helped clean up after him during my investigation."
"It’s terrifying." Yang Chuxia shook her head, unable to help saying, "Thank goodness he doesn’t want to join the military or something, otherwise I’d be wary of him if I were the Emperor."
"Dear, these days one doesn’t necessarily need to join the army to gain military power." Ye Zi’an thought he better not tell his wife about the rest, fearing he might scare her.
But in his heart, he was dying to string that boy up and give him a spanking; that brat even had Ye Er training some people for him and was planning to send them off as soldiers.
What’s he trying to do?
If he weren’t his own son, Ye Zi’an would really want to beat him.