The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1133: Chapter 1129: Impeachment of Chu Yifeng

Chu Yihan remained indifferent. “If the truth could be altered by a brawl, I wouldn’t mind having a go with you. However, you should be well aware of the real situation.”

A man in his thirties shouldn’t behave like a lunatic all the time.

Normally dignified and valiant, but whenever he’s not in his right mind, not one of his actions is proper.

All the power and status of being a prince wasted on him.

Chu Yifeng’s mouth quirked up at the corner, and a mischievous look flickered through his eyes, one wave after another, “I will definitely go to Jiangnan, and I will certainly find that person. Whether or not I have a daughter, Rong Sheng can only be by my side for the rest of her life!”

Even in death, Rong Sheng’s bones could only rest in his embrace.

“Haven’t you just restrained some of your impulses? Just the other day, Left Grand Tutor Zuo mentioned to me that his daughter and you have formed a mutual attachment. He inquired whether you intend to marry her as your Princess,” Chu Yihan said with a cold look in his eyes, his slightly furrowed brows betraying his concern for Chu Yifeng.

“His daughter? Zuo Qingqing?” Chu Yifeng stroked his chin, mulling it over. “She might be fun to toy with, but I have no intention of marrying her.”

“Chu Yifeng, what do you take this royal court for? Is the daughter of the Prime Minister someone for you to play with at will? If you don’t want to provoke her, stay away. But if you have, then marry her and take her back to your mansion to be properly looked after!” Chu Yihan exploded in anger.

Chu Yifeng’s temperament was infuriating in every way possible.

“As you wish, I’m off to Jiangnan! If that Zuo Qingqing is willing to marry, fine. After all, one more female servant in my mansion doesn’t make much difference,” Chu Yifeng said insolently, his body exuding an aura of evil as he left the imperial study with a swagger.

After he left, Chu Yihan felt a headache coming on.

He sat on the dragon throne for a while before he finally regained his composure.

Mo Qi brought him a bowl of calming soup. “Master, this is from the empress. She said that you must have been greatly vexed by the Eighth Prince.”

Although Su Yingxue was highly cautious at night, she and Chu Yihan were husband and wife; she could not help but feel distressed for him.

Chu Yihan drank the calming soup and stared at the memorials on the imperial table. There were so many documents that he had set aside separately, still unsigned.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t had time to review them, but rather he hadn’t found a solution yet.

Mo Qi followed his gaze, picked up the memorials, and counted them. “There are seven of them, master. Are all these impeaching the Eighth Prince?”

Chu Yihan’s voice was cold. “Yes, since he returned from Silver Moon Pavilion, he just can’t change his ways.”

Vicious and brutal—that had always been his way of doing things.

Chu Yifeng wouldn’t care about how the imperial court was governed. All he cared about was what means he could use to achieve his goals and get what he wanted done.

For example, he wanted to find Rong Sheng and without authorization, copied all the household registration records from the Ministry of Household for the past year back to his mansion. He scoured every household, causing chaos in several towns and counties outside of Jiang Du City.

Or, for instance, when somebody offended him, and although it was the other party’s fault, he would abuse his power, torture them like slaves, leaving them half-dead before throwing them back out, inciting widespread public discontent.

People say that he is not Chu Yihan’s true brother, but a demon crawled out from hell, unworthy to be restored to his noble position, unworthy to be the Eighth Prince of the Great Cheng Dynasty.

All these incidents had accumulated in just a short period of under a year.

Now that officials were incessantly petitioning against him, as his younger brother, I could fend for him only so much before becoming glaringly biased.

“Master, if I may speak frankly, the Eighth Prince treats Jiang Du City like a ghost market and the imperial officials as his slaves in that market. If you continue to lean towards him, the common people and the officials will curse you. When the time is right, you should… restrain the Eighth Prince.”