The villain is ruthless

Chapter 595 Don't Take Your Highness ([-])

Half a month passed quickly.

The little prince said goodbye to his wife and classmates, Jiang Zhu packed their things and planned to leave early tomorrow morning.

The 13-year-old little prince stood in the yard looking at the moon for a long time, and finally ran to Jiang Zhu, asking her again if she wanted to stay here.

Jiang Zhu naturally didn't stay. The reason why he said those words in the past was just out of anger.

"Then sister can't leave me in the future." The little prince smiled with his eyes bent, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

The coldness all over his body turned into Wen Ning in the dim moonlight.

Jiang Zhu couldn't help touching his hair and rubbing his head, "As long as you don't get mad at me."

"Don't be angry with my sister." The little prince said very seriously.

"Go to sleep." Jiang Zhu said, "I have to get up early tomorrow."

The little prince paused for a moment, did not leave immediately, his eyes still followed Jiang Zhu, and asked in a murmur, "Sister, where did you come from?"

Jiang Zhu was not surprised by this question, and looked at him amusedly, "Where do you think I come from?"

The little prince looked sideways slowly, his eyes fell on Jiang Zhu's eyebrows, his heart was extremely conflicted, but he couldn't give a definite answer, "I don't know, can my sister tell me?"

"Of course," Jiang Zhu put away his smiling face and said boldly, "Sister is a fairy in the sky, so she came from the sky."

The little prince was silent, as if you were smart but couldn't fool me.

Jiang Zhu couldn't help laughing, "Don't believe my sister?"

The little prince: "..." It's obvious.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it," Jiang Zhu sighed quietly, "Anyway, I have proclaimed myself a fairy."

The little prince's face was full of indescribable words, as if he had just seen Jiang Zhu's true colors.

"Okay," Jiang Zhu didn't feel ashamed to lie to the child at all, "No matter where my sister comes from, I'm still your sister, that doesn't change."

"Yeah." The little prince gently took her hand and said in a low voice, "Then sister can't go back to the sky, she has to stay by my side..."

Jiang Zhu: "..."

"Okay?" After saying what was in his heart, the little prince looked at Jiang Zhu with burning eyes, expecting her to give him the answer he wanted.

"Okay," Jiang Zhu pinched his face, "as long as you don't think I'm long-winded."

"No." The little prince approached her, only half a head lower than Jiang Zhu, and his chin touched her shoulder by chance, "Thank you, sister."

Jiang Zhu: "..." serve the people.

The next day, the two drove a carriage and left the village where they had lived for six years.

The driver was a well-versed peddler who was also a merchant on weekdays and was very familiar with Shangjing.

Along the way, the man drove the horse in front, and Jiang Zhu and the little prince stayed in the carriage, chatting or eating.

Two days later, they arrived at another city, and the city was full of people.

The prosperity of the dynasty is slowly unfolding in front of the two of them.

"I heard that the emperor has been lying on the couch for a long time, and the prince is looking for a doctor everywhere, trying to cure the emperor's illness."

"Didn't the crown prince want to marry the concubine daughter of the Marquis of Jiangyang to be happy?"

"Jiangyang Hou's concubine, but Zhuang Yuelan, the most talented woman in Shangjing?"

"Naturally, I heard that Zhuang Yuelan is very powerful. She is obviously an unfavorable concubine daughter, but she is even more outstanding than a concubine daughter. She can even win over the current crown prince. She is quite capable!"

"The title of the number one talented woman in Shangjing cannot be faked. I was fortunate enough to meet Zhuang Yuelan a year ago. She is as beautiful as jade, with an alluring appearance. Naturally, she has the ability to make the crown prince bow down."

"If the prince wants to celebrate the emperor, I'm afraid he will get married this month."

"Yeah, Shangjing is going to be lively soon."

……

The surrounding streets and alleys are full of people talking about the prince and the future princess. Just eating a bowl of Yangchun noodles on the side of the road can understand the matter pretty well.

The relationship between the hero and the heroine is progressing rapidly, and it's time to talk about marriage.

Soon, the emperor will pass the throne to Xiao Ting, and then the little prince will be brought back by his mother clan to mediate and fight with Xiao Ting.

Fortunately, they came back early, and Xiao Ting hadn't become emperor yet.

After eating the noodles, the three found an inn to stay.

Jiang Zhu secretly looked at the little prince's face, thinking that he would be resentful for Xiao Ting's becoming emperor, but there was no expression on his face, and he didn't seem to be affected.

Jiang Zhu ran downstairs and bought him a bunch of candied haws. The little prince smiled while holding the candied haws, showing his white and neat teeth and clear eyes, just like a child.

He bit off a hawthorn fruit, tilted his head and asked, "Is my sister worried about me?" The candy on the corner of his mouth made him look inexplicably harmless.

"Well," Jiang Zhu handed him a handkerchief, "Are you sad that the eldest prince is going to inherit the throne?"

"I don't know either." The little prince's eyes were confused, "It seems sad, but it seems not."

When he was five years old, he already knew a lot. Among the things the tutors taught him, the most important one was how to be a qualified emperor.

The queen mother and the palace people also acquiesced that he would inherit the throne.

In fact, he was not keen on being an emperor. Becoming an emperor was like being wrapped in countless gold threads on a cold throne, and it would hurt a little bit if he moved a little.

When he was young, he didn't understand what kind of bondage it was. Even if he understood later, all the resistance turned into strong unwillingness.

Even if it was a position he didn't want, he should have given up on it, so it would be someone else's turn.

What was taken away from him, he naturally wants that person to return it intact, even if he throws it to someone who has nothing to do with it in the future, he will feel much happier in his heart.

"Your Highness has grown up." Jiang Zhu was very relieved that he didn't get an angry answer, which meant that the little prince had not only hatred in his chest, but also many things worthy of his cherishment and attention.

He didn't lose his mind with hatred.

"Then do you want to be emperor?"

The little prince lowered his eyes and chewed the hawthorn fruit in his mouth, his mouth was sour, "I don't know."

He couldn't give a definite answer.

If it was in the past, he would definitely tell her without hesitation that he wanted to be the emperor, and only the emperor is omnipotent and can control everything in the world.

He wants to be that kind of person.

But now, he's not sure.Because even if he is not an emperor, he can live a very contented life.

"It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong," Jiang Zhu said slowly, "Just ask yourself what you want to do most."

The little prince didn't speak, but raised his eyes to look at Jiang Zhu, his eyes were calm and peaceful, "I will figure it out."

After driving for more than half a month, they finally arrived in Shangjing at dusk.

The prosperous and graceful city towers, the crowded streets, the crowd wearing gold and silver, and their faces full of wealth, all of them have the word "hao".

After Jiang Zhu gave the money to the peddler, he stayed with the little prince and rented a yard to stay.

The rental fee for Shangjing is high, even for a small courtyard, it still used up one-third of Jiang Zhu's savings.

After settling down, the two rested for a few days before planning the future together.

The little prince planned to go to the empress's former shop to get money, but Jiang Zhu wanted to know how many old officials were on the side of the little prince.

PS: In this episode, many plots that I wanted to write were not written, and there was a strong sense of hypocrisy, and I felt very irritable at critical moments. This story should not be too long.

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