Chapter 893: Shirking His Duty
“Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness the Crown Prince, it’s awful!” The junior eunuch that Gong Chang’an sent over frantically rushed into the Eastern Palace, and he immediately peered left and right inside the spacious palace.
A junior royal maid from the Eastern Palace followed inside and declared with a ferocious look, “I already said that His Highness isn’t in the bedchamber! You have big guts to barge inside recklessly!”
“Where did His Highness go?” The junior eunuch was about to cry. “Manager Gong was the one who sent this servant over! He earnestly requests for His Highness to make a trip to the King’s Palace.”
The junior royal maid pursed her lips. “How would we servants be able to know where our master went? You can just report the actual situation to Manager Gong.”
The junior eunuch tearfully insisted, “This servant has a most urgent matter to report to His Highness. The king is still waiting for His Highness’s rescue.”
“What happened to the king.” At this time, Huifeng couldn’t pretend to not have heard anything anymore, and he appeared beside the junior eunuch, questioning aloofly.
“Wuuu…” The junior eunuch wiped his tears and explained, “Her Highness the Crown Prince Consort used an immobilization talisman on the king, and he is still in the main hall at this moment, unable to move.”
Seeing that it was nearly time to light the lamps and eat dinner, it was then that the king himself finally started to panic, still being immobilized in that fashion inside the audience hall. Hence, Gong Chang’an quickly ordered someone to come request for His Highness the Crown Prince to resolve this desperate situation.
At this time, the crown prince was holed up inside his bedchamber’s secret room, crafting a golem by hand.
After the crown prince integrated some of the Tianji Treasure Blueprint’s guidance, his improved golems were even more agile and nimble in their martial skills than before.
In addition, this golem was already capable of learning some simple mystic techniques, reaching the level of a normal level-four or level-five mystic cultivator.
This was a huge advancement in golem production, but creating a golem that could equal a level-10 great mystic cultivator still required continued research.
After Crown Prince Mo heard Huifeng’s report, he continued burying himself in his work without even raising his head. “She didn’t hit him and merely stuck an immobilization talisman on him. He’ll be able to move when time is up, so what is he anxious about.”
Huifeng twitched his mouth, silently lighting a candle for the old king in his mind.
Look at this son who left his dad in a pit. Just how far were the scales in his heart tilting? Because he had long known that the king would definitely come to his Eastern Palace to call him in as a reinforcement, he entered his secret room first thing so he could shirk his duty.
“Your Highness, should we…” Go to the King’s Palace to express your regards?
The crown prince merely cast Huifeng an indifferent glance. “Qiaoqiao merely stuck an immobilization talisman on him! I feel that it’d be perfect if he also gets a bucket of ice water to quell his internal heat!”
Who let this king bother his wife, being idle with nothing to do.
“I won’t be reviewing the memorials these two days. Send them all the king for him to review.” The crown prince harrumphed. “I see that he’s just too idle.”
One hour later.
The latest news that Huifeng had brought back from the King’s Palace:
‘After ordering someone to set up a small table, the crown prince consort started eating dinner in front of the petrified king!’
Mo Lian’s long and slender fingers abruptly paused, and then he calmly continued to fiddle with the golem in his hands.
This scene was what the fourth princess Mo Shuang witnessed when she came over.
The woman known as the crown prince consort was leisurely eating in front of the frozen and unmoving king.
“Royal Father! Royal Father!” Mo Shuang ran up and shouted. The first thing she did was hug the king’s leg and wail bitterly, acting exactly as if the king had passed away.
The old king’s complexion was as ugly as if he had eaten sh*t. If he were able to move at the moment, he would probably be able to boot this daughter out of the audience hall with one kick.
After Mo Shuang finally finished bawling, she abruptly turned around and glared ferociously at Qiao Mu.