Today Prime Minister Also Wants to Bang His Head on the Pillar

EXTRA(3)

After that, Chenghuan was never bullied again.

He spent his days immersed in the book Li Jingyu lent him, living a very comfortable life.

However, it was because of this, Li Jingyu started paying attention to the Seventeenth prince.

In his spare time, the old prime minister asked Li Jingyu, which prince had the best temperament? Li Jingyu replied with shining
eyes, "The Seventeenth prince."

The old prime minister saw through
something, but he did not interfere. This child lost his parents at a young age, beside being strict in his studies, the old prime minister let him do everything else however he wanted.

Li Jingyu didn't take nap during lessons anymore and started sneaking peeks at the Seventeenth prince instead. As a consequence, he was hit by the Grand Tutor a few times,
although it wasn't as serious as Chenghuan was. The Grand Tutor also belonged to the type who acted after background considerations.

After class, the Seventeenth prince came over and handed Li Jingyu a golden bottle of medicine for pain. After the last incident, he had taken Li Jingyu as a brother and cared for
him more.

Li Jingyu took the medicine but didn't use any and only held it to sleep at night. The next day, the cap accidentally fell off, the melted
medicine spilled all over the bed.

The most uncomfortable thing was, his hand had become realy swollen. Grandfather made him recuperate at home, before his hand was healed, he wasn't allowed to go to Imperial
Academy.

Li Jingyu had no choice but to read books in the study. After some time, he began to zone out. Gazing at the flowers outside the windows, they all somehow looked like grandfather.

Grandfather puffed up his beard and
glowered, "You're in a daze again!"

It was really grandfather!

Li Jingyu was so frightened he tore up the book in his hand. His grandfather scolded him for half a day. Then, because grandfather felt heartache over his new book, Li Jingyu was
allowed to go back to Imperial Academy.

Li Jingyu was very happy.

During lunch the next day, the Seventeenth prince came over to ask Li Jingyu why he didn't show up for the past few days.

Li Jingyu said, "My hand hasn't healed yet."

The Seventeenth prince took Li Jingyu's hand and saw that the swelling had gone down, but
the red marks were still there. When he touched it, Li Jingyu screamed, "It hurts!"

The Seventeenth prince came close and blew on it, "Does it still hurt?"

Li Jingyu was bubbling with happiness and spoke shyly, "Just a little bit."

The considerate Chenghuan made room for his two benefactors and went to eat by the window.

After that, Li Jingyu often dreamt of
Seventeenth prince at night, sometimes even had a few naughty scenes. Feeling embarrassed in his heart, he didn't dare to look directly at the person.

Li Jingyu was friends with the Seventh prince, so he went to him to consult this problem.

The Severnth prince spoke mysteriously,
"Jingyu, your heart has been moved." And then went to garden of fragrant flowers to find his top beauty.

Li Jingyu was stunned fora moment, and then he understood.
When the wet nurse made an embroidered pouch for Li Jingyu, he wanted to imitate the young ladies and embroidered one for the person he liked.

The embroidery was crooked and contorted though, whereas his hands were poked full with pinholes.

He wrote a love letter, "May you be the moon and I am the star, illuminating each other every night."

The stationery was made of glasspaper, each piece worth a thousand gold taels. Using ink dipped with gold dust to write made the
letters radiate with shimmering light.
To buy this gold dust, he had to save up for a long time.

Li Jingyu looked at the letter with satisfaction, that person would surely understand with this.
Bringing the letter over with the intention to give it to Seventeenth prince, he accidentally overheard the princes talking about how beautiful princess Zhemei from Da Yue was.

One of the princes noticed Seventeenth prince had made no comment and asked,
"Seventeenth, do you like princess Zhemei?"

The Seventeenth prince was busy thinking about how Li Jingyu was becoming more and more beautiful recently and didn't pay attention to the question, he nodded
unconsciously.

Li Jingyu's heart sank. He returned in sadness and gave the embroidered pouch to Chenghuan. Chenghuan, being a bonafide nerd, didn't notice anything and even mumbled that the pouch was too ugly.

The letter was tucked away in the book and never taken out again. The youth's first love was also hidden between pages of the past.

The crown prince died in battle. The old emperor passed away. Seventeenth prince inherited the throne.

Before the old prime minister returned to heaven, his shaky hands held Li Jingyu's, "In this life, you must be loyal to the emperor and
devoted to the country, never have two hearts. The emperor is still young, help him lead the nation,"

Li Jingyu cried and agreed.
Chenghuan passed the imperial examination and got promoted all the way to Vice Minister of Palace Secretariat.

Li Jingyu also became Prime Minister, vowing to assist the new emperor all his life.

However, the young Emperor had lost his childhood nature.

All-day long, he kept wanting to do things to hurt the public.

The Prime Minister had a headache everyday, however, he noticed that whenever he hit his head on the pillar, the Emperor would listen to
his persuasion.

That was much easier than giving a lecture about morality in court.

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