Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 50 The Sick Crown Prince (6)

Inside Taixuan Palace.

The warm fragrance filled the hall, keeping out the cold air, but the ancestor sitting on the toffee chair felt that the room was still colder than the outside.

When she heard that Ming Fu kicked Ming Cen's maid, she was so shocked that she hurriedly sent someone to invite Ming Cen.

She is too aware of how much Chu Jun cares about her maid, and it is precisely because of her soft help that she can win some points for Fu'er.

But now, Fu'er has hurt this person's soft assistant... The ancestor dare not continue thinking about it.

The prince with a warm expression casually played with the teacup in his hand, as if saying casually: "The teacup is very good, but the tea in it is not suitable, what do you think, my ancestor?"

The old ancestor's expression changed, and then he said with a smile: "It's Fu'er who has gone too far, Prince Chu, please don't take it to heart..."

Before the words were finished, the prince with a casual posture smiled slightly, and then with a "click", the teacup in his hand shattered to the ground.

"The status of the crown prince is not at all concerned about Gu, and the elders will not be at ease if they want to use Gu to push someone up. No matter how the royal family treats Gu, Gu will not be at ease."

Ming Cen slowly wiped his tea-soaked hand with a handkerchief, but the jade-like white hand was not injured at all.

"No matter how she jumps outside, it won't hinder her, but how can she boldly jump on top of someone who is alone in her heart?"

"Could it be that Gu pretends to be so resembling that even the ancestors thought Gu was easy to bully?"

It is expected that someone like the ancestor who has been in the harem for many years can't help but tremble slightly in front of Ming Cen.

She knew better than anyone else that this crown prince was not as... powerless as the world said.

"Back then, the Chu Jun should mourn the family matter, but he agreed that he would not take action against Fu'er. Is the Chu Jun going to break the contract?"

Originally, he was worried about this, but thinking about the inexplicable kick that Chunmei had eaten today, the charming Chujun was even more impatient.

"Originally, if Gu is in a good mood, it's not impossible to find a way to cooperate with you to step back."

Ming Cen watched his ancestor's face turn paler, and he felt extremely happy.

"But now Gu feels that what the prince is doing is very interesting."

"How can you go back on your word? You obviously said you would quit..." The old ancestor stood up in a hurry with a hasty look on his face.

"Farewell, Gu didn't say to break the contract." Ming Cen said with a smile, "Do you think you sent someone to kick this kick back or came here alone?"

"You choose."

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Ming Cen walked out slowly from Ming Fu's cries, feeling extremely comfortable.

After straightening his clothes, the prince who put on a gentle mask said, "Go outside the palace."

"Yes."

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The capital is always here, at the feet of the emperor.

The prosperous and lively streets, with the shouts of hawkers coming and going, are flourishing everywhere.

Ming Cen sat in the carriage, raised the curtain and looked out.

I have to say that although she did not get along with His Majesty, the Holy Majesty is indeed a rare wise ruler with both affection and love.

Eight years after he ascended the throne, Jozhao's national power became more and more powerful, attracting all nations to come to court; for eight years as emperor, he only favored the emperor's husband, regarded the harem as nothing, regarded the three princesses as treasures, and cultivated them as the future emperor.

She is worthy of the country, the people, the imperial husband, and the third imperial daughter... But she is sorry for Ming Cen, the Liu family, and even more sorry for the imperial husband.

Whatever Ming Cen wants to do in the future, he must bear a bad name.

The family affection of the Tian family is as thin as a shadow's wings, and the ridiculous thing is that she can't even keep such a shadow's wings.

There was a tickle in the throat, and there was another horrible coughing sound.

With a pale face, Ming Cen stared expressionlessly at the slightly black blood on the handkerchief, and curled his lips.

At this time, in the noisy environment, a bright and cheerful female voice attracted Ming Cen's attention.

"I didn't expect that, cousin Yan Yan, you would still be carrying this string of Buddhist beads."

"Habit."

His voice was as cold and deep as ever.

But in this hustle and bustle, a pure land has been opened up.

(End of this chapter)