The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1392

Chapter 1392: 675 bags of sacks (one geng)_2

Originally, when the monarch had the Princess demoted to a commoner and exiled to the Imperial Mausoleum, it didn’t affect the Crown Grandson. However, who would have expected the Crown Grandson to insist on following his own mother?

Therefore, the monarch said, "If you dare to leave, I’ll act as if I don’t have a grandson like you!"

The Crown Grandson left.

Logically speaking, this was tantamount to severing ties with the monarch, and after that day, the monarch never mentioned the Crown Grandson again. Consequently, many believed the monarch no longer acknowledged his grandson.

But the monarch hadn’t issued an edict to demote the Crown Grandson to a commoner, so was he still the Crown Grandson or not?

No one dared to question the monarch, nor did anyone dare to speculate on his thoughts. Ultimately, the Crown Grandson was deemed an ill-omened title, and the Crown Prince simply tightened control over his subordinates, forbidding them from addressing Prince Ming as Your Highness Changsun.

Prince Ming scoffed, "I was born the Crown Grandson, yet the Princess brought back a child from outside claiming he was half a month older than me, forcibly taking my identity as Crown Grandson!"

He dreamt of being addressed openly and legitimately as Your Highness Changsun.

The Han Heir said solemnly, "You needn’t think about him anymore. A verbal decree is also an imperial order; since His Majesty declared he doesn’t acknowledge him, then he won’t acknowledge him. You are the true Crown Grandson of Dayan, with the entire Han Family as your backing."

Indeed, the entire Han Family was his backing. How could a bastard with uncertain paternity deserve to compete with him?

Thinking of something, Prince Ming asked with an air of mystery, "Cousin, do you think that rumor is true?"

The Han Heir glanced at him and asked, "What rumor?"

Prince Ming signaled to the Jinyi guards accompanying them, and the guards surrounded the carriage, not allowing anyone to approach.

Only then did Prince Ming speak in a low voice, "He is a child the Princess picked up from outside, not her own flesh and blood."

If this were true, that fellow would be completely disqualified from the position of Crown Grandson.

The Han Heir’s eyebrows knitted slightly as he said earnestly, "Prince, it would be best not to recklessly spread such words. They concern the royal family’s reputation. If His Majesty were to blame you, the Prince would not be able to bear it."

Reminded of the monarch’s unpredictable temper and ruthless methods, Prince Ming felt pins and needles in his scalp.

The Han Heir’s lips were tightly pressed together. His cousin was good in many ways, gifted in his studies, but spoiled to a fault, lacking the necessary steadiness of character.

No longer wanting to speak, Prince Ming was about to let the curtain fall when suddenly, a familiar female figure appeared on the street. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}