Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1071 - 021 Different Likes_2

Chapter 1071: 021 Different Likes_2

Speaking of their eldest son, Xia Yuan and Princess Anle could only show helplessness on their faces. Though he was a Great Commander known for his bravery and strategies on the battlefield, he seemed to become a complete fool once he left it.

Xia Yuan silently shook his head and his gaze fell on his younger son, who sat with his head bowed and not speaking a word because Princess Anle had called him out early in the morning for a banquet at the palace.

Though the boy now looked obedient with his eyes downcast, Xia Yuan knew his son best. He was the type who was quietly scheming and could cause chaos anywhere and everywhere.

Princess Anle also noticed something off about her younger son and asked with concern, "Ah Zheng, why aren’t you saying anything?"

Looking at the clothes Ah Zheng was wearing, Princess Anle could not help but smile. This son was always the obedient one, never fussy about the clothes she sent over. Look, he had immediately worn them to see her today.

When Princess Anle mentioned it, Ah Zheng gently shook his head, seemingly struggling to lift it, and said weakly, "Father, Mother, I am fine."

It would have been better if he hadn’t lifted his head, but the moment he did, Princess Anle couldn’t stay seated. She hurriedly stood up, rushed to her son, touched his forehead, and called for the maid, "Oh, Ah Zheng, why is your face so pale? Oh my! Your head is so hot! Do you have a fever? Quick, Qiu Ju, go and call the doctor!"

How could Ah Zheng let Princess Anle really call the doctor? Wouldn’t that reveal everything?

"Don’t go." He weakly shook Princess Anle’s sleeve, his eyelids hanging heavily, showing only a small slit, "Mother, I’m fine, just a bit of a heavy head. I’ll be fine after some sleep."

"How could that be all right? Your forehead is so hot it’s hurting my hand, and your face is as pale as paper. How can I be at ease without having a doctor examine you?"

Princess Anle wouldn’t listen to Ah Zheng’s assurances and insisted on someone going to fetch the doctor.

Ahm Zheng’s mind raced, "Mother, we need to go to the palace soon. There isn’t time to see the doctor now, so let’s not make that trip."

"Nonsense! How could that be a wasted trip?"

Princess Anle, unyielding, signaled Qiu Ju with her eyes to hurry and fetch the doctor, then held her younger son’s hand, her words carrying a firm tone, "Is attending the palace banquet as important as your health? Your well-being is what’s most important! It doesn’t matter whether or not you attend the banquet! Dong Qing, quick, help your master back to his room to rest. You need not attend the banquet at the palace today. Just rest well at home for me!"

Ah Zheng secretly rejoiced, but still reluctantly responded, "Mother, how can this be okay? The palace banquet is not just any ordinary gathering. It isn’t something one can just leave or simply decide not to attend."

Princess Anle glared at him, "Hmph, who was it that sneaked out of the palace just before the banquet started last year? And you still say such righteous things! Besides, even if you really don’t go, I’d like to see who dares to criticize you!"

Ah Zheng lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. Indeed, she was his true mother!

Standing by, Dong Qing stood with his hands at his sides, unable to suppress a twitch of his lips. Indeed, she was his true mother, even saying exactly what the son had predicted.

However, just as the two prepared to head back to rest, Xia Yuan suddenly gestured to stop them, "Ah Zheng, last year you sneaked out of the palace. His Majesty was quite upset when he found out. Just yesterday, he specifically instructed me to bring you to the palace for an audience. It’s been a year since you’ve been to the capital, you didn’t even come back for the New Year. It would really be inappropriate if you miss the banquet again. Besides, as the son of the Great General, is a headache and a fever really worth fussing over?"

Before Xia Yuan could finish, Princess Anle burst out like a mother hen protecting her chick, her gentle demeanor immediately gone. She rushed in front of Xia Yuan and began to scold, "Xia Yuan, how can you be a father like this? What’s more important, your son or your reputation? His Majesty wanted Ah Zheng to come to the palace because he misses him, not to reprimand him! If His Majesty knew Ah Zheng was sick and you still forced him to go, he would definitely blame you! Moreover, if it weren’t for you confining him to the family temple as soon as he arrived home and not letting anyone contact him, how would he have caught a cold?"

As Princess Anle flared up, the stern Xia Yuan who was just reproaching his younger son suddenly changed his expression, quickly stood up and his voice unconsciously softened, "I was just saying, is it necessary to insist he goes to the palace? What are you suddenly getting so angry about? Ah, don’t be angry anymore, if you harm your body, how will you bear daughters?"