Ming Dynasty: Empress Ma and I swapped clothes!

Chapter 110 Zhu Shuang's Birthday

"Hey, is this really necessary?"

"Didn't I do the same thing before? And I'm still doing just fine, aren't I? Look at you, being stingy again. You called yourself a good brother, but now I see you're nothing special."

Xu Da and Tang He worked together seamlessly, their collaboration was practically flawless.

In response to their words, Feng Sheng launched into a tirade, which was equally persuasive: "You two have the nerve to say that? Don't you even know what the situation is?"

"You took three large lashes, you took ten large lashes, but I took a full thirty large lashes. Even if each lash was only a fraction of the force used, could you please go easy on me?"

"I can barely stand up now."

Looking around, Xu Da seemed completely unaffected, having managed to weather the storm thanks to his Thirteen Bodyguards' invincible shield; Tang He, with a cane, could at least walk; only Feng Sheng, with two canes, one on his left arm and one on his right, looked like the absolute worst possible candidate.

Seeing that scolding the two men was of no use, Feng Sheng had no choice but to direct his anger at Yun Qi, launching into a tirade: "Why didn't you come to my Duke Song's mansion first?"

"Do you look down on me, the Duke of Song?"

"Thank God, absolutely not, Your Highness."

"It's just that the Marquis of Zhongshan's residence and the Duke of Wei's residence are only a tiny bit closer to the palace. Even if you gave me the greatest courage in the world, I would never dare to deceive you on such a matter, my lord."

"Please forgive me, Your Excellency."

At this moment, Yun Qi seemed to have nothing left but to plead for mercy, and he looked quite pitiful.

Then, Tang He and Xu Da started pleading for Yun Qi: "Look at you, so stingy, is it really necessary?"

Yunqi was merely following the palace's orders; couldn't you be a little more magnanimous?

"Who says otherwise? I never thought Feng Sheng was so petty. We both misjudged him before."

At this moment, Tang He and Xu Da, like a comedian performing a crosstalk routine, once again overwhelmed Feng Sheng, leaving him unable to turn the tables.

……

And that's it!

Ma Wenxiang was still in the princes' quarters in the palace, coaxing the still angry Zhu Shuang.

"Mother didn't do it on purpose. Little Er, aren't you in the right?"

The Princes' Residence is the residence of princes who have not yet been assigned a separate residence within the palace.

On this day, Ma Wenxiang appeared here at nearly dusk, and looking at the sulking Zhu Shuang, he slowly coaxed her.

Zhu Shuang turned his head away with a smirk, ignoring Ma Wenxiang's words, as if to say that he was really angry.

"Waiter, look what this is?"

Suddenly, a ray of light shone through the dimly lit house, accompanied by a faint warmth.

Zhu Shuang was curious, but still lingered there awkwardly.

"If you don't look, Mother is leaving."

Ma Wenxiang's voice rang out again.

"So what if you look? It's no big deal."

Zhu Shuang retorted stubbornly, slowly turning her body around.

Looking over, he realized that his mother had made something delicious again, with candles stuck on top and some sweet and sticky pastries underneath. However, the pastries were huge, bigger than his face.

"What is this?"

Zhu Shuang asked.

"This is called a birthday cake."

Ma Wenxiang pointed to the novel object in front of him and slowly said, "Xiao Er has never eaten this before. It's a new thing that Mother came up with. It's the same as the longevity noodles that the birthday boy eats on his birthday."

As Ma Wenxiang spoke, he slowly brought out the longevity noodles that had been warmed for a while. They were still steaming hot when they were brought out, and there was a beautifully poached egg on top, which was still made with Ma Wenxiang's unique seasoning.

In the present Ming Dynasty, there is only one of its kind; there is no other like it.

"Waiter, you've been in the prince's quarters for a whole day now, are you hungry?"

Ma Wenxiang explained patiently.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhu Shuang's face turned red, and her stomach began to rumble.

"If you don't eat it now, it'll get cold, and it won't taste good when it's cold. Little brother, do you remember what your mother told you before?"

"We must not waste food."

Zhu Shuang subconsciously responded, but after speaking, she realized that she had fallen into her mother's trap. She wanted to continue to pretend to be angry, but it seemed that it was too late at this moment.

In addition, he was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his back, so without thinking, he picked up the food in front of him and gulped it all down.

After finishing the meal, my stomach was full, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Now that Xiao Er is smiling, does that mean he won't complain about his mother anymore? Xiao Er is really great."

Ma Wenxiang continued to praise.

"Even without Mother saying it, I was wrong before."

Zhu Shuang then realized that it wasn't just his mother who needed to apologize.

Even this naughty child needed to apologize, so he said, "Your son has done something wrong and made Mother sad. Mother, you can hit me if you want, your son admits his mistake."

Zhu Shuang spoke up, then turned around, stuck out his little buttocks, and then lay down on his stomach, looking utterly dejected.

It was as if they were saying to Ma Wenxiang: You "beast," you can come and go as you please now, you can do whatever you want.

Seeing this, Ma Wenxiang couldn't help but laugh, then gave Zhu Shuang's little bottom a hard slap before slowly getting up and saying irritably, "Alright, but you can't do it again next time. You can't doubt your mother so easily."

"As for my mother's situation, she is very, very well."

Ma Wenxiang was not yet ready to tell everything, and most importantly, he had not yet told His Highness the Crown Prince about it.

As for Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang.

If given a choice, Ma Wenxiang would definitely not take the initiative to meet the other party.

Facing Zhu Tianzi, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Ma Wenxiang was under immense psychological pressure.

On the other hand, although His Highness the Crown Prince is under the same pressure, he is still young, so Ma Wenxiang has at least a slight psychological advantage.

Therefore, it is still within his tolerance range.

In addition, Zhu Biao's attitude towards him was very different from that of Zhu Yuanzhang, so of course, he would pick on the weakest link. In this way, Ma Wenxiang could continue to forge ahead in this deep palace.

"Get a good night's sleep. Later, I'll have the ladies in the palace give you a bath. You haven't had a bath all day, and you smell."

"No, no, Mother is lying."