Chapter 1127: Chapter 1127: The Crown Prince’s Absurdity
So.
To prevent secret poisoning, and to clear any suspicions.
Western Xia has always eaten separately to avoid giving anyone the opportunity to tamper with food.
Even between father and son, it’s the sa.
Hai Tang looked at the food in front of him.
Then looked at the completely different food in front of Hai Xiangjin.
Secretly sneered in his heart.
’Father and son can end up in this position?’
’It seems... their father-son relationship isn’t great either!’
’At least this ti, Hai Xiangjin didn’t bring the Crown Prince to battle!’
Afraid the Crown Prince’s achievents would overshadow his own?!
Hai Tang shook his head secretly, unknowable.
He swallowed a few cups of strong wine, his voice becoming even coarser.
Hai Tang mimicked Hai Chi’s tone and asked.
"Father Emperor, why haven’t you started fighting yet? Your son is waiting to see the spectacle!"
Hai Xiangjin felt helpless toward this son who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun.
"You, ah you!"
"Besides watching spectacles, what else can you do?"
"Bad at horseback archery, bad at horse riding, not good at archery... can’t do anything right..."
Hai Xiangjin criticized one flaw after another.
Though speaking with disdain, his tone had so satisfaction.
Western Xia is an empire on horseback.
It does not endorse filial piety, rules, or the loyalty of subjects towards the emperor, but sheer ability.
With rugged citizens and a strong army, they require a powerful emperor to lead.
An old, frail emperor versus an exceptional young Crown Prince.
Guess who the ministers would follow?
Taking stock of the history of Western Xia, how many emperors have been usurped by their sons in old age?
Even Old King Hai Zhentian of Western Xia, in his youth, was exceptional in skill.
He managed to keep the throne in his old age, also because his son had no intentions of usurping.
However, this throne was ultimately seized by Prince Jin.
The ministers didn’t strongly oppose, clearly accustod to these happenings.
In their tradition, the emperor should be the most capable; those without ability stand aside.
Thus.
Even if Hai Xiangjin loves his son, he still remains guarded against him.
But if the son is useless?
Though there’s anger at the son’s incompetence, there’s more joy.
That absolute assurance of not being usurped.
Allows him to put aside wary defenses and earnestly be a good father.
Thus creating this warm father-son scene.
But even with trust.
Dining at the sa table is still unlikely.
This psychological barrier is not easily broken, and everyone accepts this habit.
The wine and dishes were served.
But before picking up the chopsticks, the ’Father Emperor’s’ nagging and rebuking were heard.
The ’Crown Prince’ grew impatient.
"Father Emperor, can you not point out your son’s faults?"
"After much effort in progressing and coming to see you fight, you keep rambling!"
"If I knew, I wouldn’t have co!"
Hai Xiangjin felt so helplessness toward his son’s protest.
However, he finally said nothing despite glaring, realizing he had nothing more to say to his mischievous son.
"Eat, eat!" he said impatiently.
"Eat well, drink well, then hurry back to the Capital. Do whatever you want; don’t get in the way of my serious business!"
Hai Xiangjin seed used to his son’s unreliability, grumbling.
The Crown Prince was unwilling, strongly protesting.
"Father, you always say your son isn’t progressing! Now that I know progress, why are you still kicking
out!"
Then whispered.
"Such a big show, how could you not let
see it!"
Hai Xiangjin: "..."
So you ca all this way just to watch the show? Truly a complete waste!
"Father Emperor, why aren’t you speaking?" The Crown Prince asked boldly.
"You must arrange a tent for , one as magnificent as yours. By the way...are there girls here?"
"Can your body take it? Perhaps you can spare two for your son?"
Hai Xiangjin: "!!!"
What defines uselessness?
What defines irreparable?
What defines a piece of unsculptable rotten wood?
There it is, right in front — this pile of dog poop.
Previously, he knew his son was shaless, but didn’t realize his son could be this unabashed.
Even having the gall to covet his father’s won.
Hai Xiangjin slamd his hand on the table in rage.
"Insolence, you brat, is the army camp where you can ss around?!"
Implication: Those are my won; I’m still alive, and you think of taking them?!
Hai Xiangjin suddenly regretted.
Though the initial plan was to choose a useless son as the Crown Prince.
But this eldest son is excessively useless, almost unbearable.
Should have chosen the simple and obedient youngest son!
Does whatever he’s told, and avoids anything he’s forbidden — how effortless?!
He once again regretted, regretting to the core.
Yet, regret ca too late.
The eldest, besides ssing around and lacking skills, hasn’t made any errors, plus he maintains so affection for his mother.
No excuse for deposing the Crown Prince.
Hai Xiangjin thought painfully: Maybe just let him be.
Can’t drive him away, so might as well let him remain in the camp.
Let those soldiers fully recognize him.
Deepen the understanding that this guy is an irredeemable waste.
As for himself.
Occasionally jump out to play the hero, beat the son, and elevate his own grandiose image!
Not bad indeed!
With the son as contrast, one’s image becos even grander.
The more Hai Xiangjin thought, the more he felt this waste was not entirely useless!
After much thought.
Hai Xiangjin finally agreed for his son to stay in the military camp.
Even personally ordered a magnificently luxurious tent for his ’son’.
The Crown Prince was thrilled.
That night, he gleefully stayed inside.
On the first day, things went smoothly.
On the second day, sothing seed off inside; were there girls?
On the third day, the seductive XX sounds of those girls echoed throughout the camp.
Hai Xiangjin, unable to bear it, stord into the tent with his sword in anger.
Boldly removed all the sheltered young girls.
And ordered: From now on, no girls in the military camp.
The Crown Prince felt quite wronged.
Had a big argunt with Hai Xiangjin, but unfortunately lost; defeated, he had to comply.
In the following days.
Though no girls appeared in the camp.
Those lowly activities, gathering gambling, cricket fighting, or grasshopper battling.
Popped up throughout the camp like mushrooms after rain, engrossing the soldiers.
Hai Xiangjin’s headache worsened.
Gritting his teeth, he watched his son live in carefree joy daily.
Really wanted to rush up and beat him, then send him back to the Capital.
Yet after thinking it over.
For the sake of his own big plan, it was better to endure a bit longer.
Thus, he turned a blind eye to his son’s actions.
The clever Hai Tang.
Finally stabilized in the Western Xia military camp under the identity of Crown Prince Hai Chi.
As for the real Hai Chi.
Busy sleeping in the courtyard of his ho in Capital, on a concubine’s belly.
So matters arise from information asymtry.
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