Quick Wear: The Charming Girl Plays with Everything

Qian Dai looked at the reactions of the two and smiled softly:

"I have revealed the whole matter to you two today because I trust you. Now that you know the truth, will you choose to uphold justice and uphold justice for this true prince?"

"As far as I am concerned, my master is only Your Majesty. Moreover, I personally believe that Your Majesty has the blood of the previous emperor, so it is natural for you to be the master of Linzhao."

Xie Yuwei stared at her with his obsidian black eyes. His quiet voice was inexplicably gentle. Although he was speaking righteous words, they seemed to be expressing lingering love.

Yan Qiandai couldn't help himself when he heard this. He was a little emotional and coughed twice in a hurry. A bloody taste surged in his throat.

"What do you mean by a matter of course? Although she has royal blood, there has never been a woman who became an emperor since ancient times. If she hadn't taken my place, do you think she would be able to sit in her current position?"

His chest heaved, he gasped for breath, and his handsome pupils were filled with hatred.

Just now, he was actually shaken for a moment because of Yan Qiandai's words?

This woman was so cruel that she not only killed his mother, but also put him under house arrest and tortured him in every way.

It was she who took away everything that should have belonged to him!

He would never be deceived by this woman again because of a few words from her.

The hatred in his heart could only be filled with her blood and flesh.

Because Gu Xuanmu had been immersed in the news that Qian Dai was a girl, his thinking was a little slow, so he let Xie Yuwei express his loyalty first.

He was still secretly upset about this matter, but when he heard Yan Qiandai's words, his brows knitted together and he immediately said:

"It doesn't matter that there has never been a woman who has become an emperor since ancient times. As long as she has the strength that I, Gu Xuanmu, am willing to submit to, she deserves to sit in this position!"

After that, he glanced at the half-dead Yan Qiandai again, with a slight sneer on his face, and said mockingly:

"Don't think that just because you have a root, His Majesty's position belongs to you. Look at you, such a loser. Do you think you have the ability to hold on to this position? I, Gu Xuanmu, will not serve a useless master."

"you!"

Every word Gu Xuanmu said was sharp and merciless. Yan Qiandai felt blood coughing up from his throat and anger building up in his chest as he listened.

He said unwillingly: "What about Yan Qiandai? Did Yan Qiandai secure this position based on her real ability? It's because of you two protecting her that she is so arrogant."

After saying that, Yan Qiandai covered his aching chest and stared at Qiandai with eyes full of resentment.

He finally understood. No wonder she was so confident. It turned out that she had already bewitched Xie Yuwei and Gu Xuanmu.

No matter what he said, the two of them just kept protecting her.

One can imagine what kind of dirty dealings there are between these three people.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Qiandai had a playful look on her face as he stared at her like that.

"I gave you the opportunity to speak out your difficulties, and I allowed you to exaggerate as you wish. Now you are looking at me like this. Aren't you a little ungrateful?"

Yan Qiandai found it ridiculous and lowered his head so that the shadow covered most of his face.

Yan Qiandai played with him like this, and yet she still wanted him to be grateful?

Do you really think he is a fool?

Wow, you seem quite unconvinced.

Qiandai raised her eyebrows with a smile in her eyes. Seeing that Gu Xuanmu wanted to say something, she reached out to stop him.

"I am deeply moved by what Prime Minister Xie and General Gu said today, but this matter is ultimately my family affair, and I will have to make the final decision myself. Please leave first."

"Then I will take my leave first."

Xie Yuwei bowed his hands obediently, with the corners of his mouth raised all the time, and his whole body looked as if he was bathed in spring breeze.

Gu Xuanmu didn't expect Xie Yuwei to agree so easily. He opened his mouth but said nothing in the end. He nodded and said, "Then I will take my leave."

But before he left, he did not forget to give Yan Qiandai a fierce glare, which contained a deadly warning.

Seeing the two people leave, Yan Qiandai, who was originally kneeling on the ground, sat on the ground and casually brushed away the dust on his robe.

He lifted his eyelids and stared at Qian Dai coldly, with a knowing smile on his face: "What? Send them both away, are you going to torture me again?"

Qiandai came out from the desk calmly, walked slowly to his front and stopped, admiring his miserable appearance.

Yan Qiandai originally thought that he was fearless, but now he felt a little embarrassed by her look, and the fingers of his hands that were supporting himself on the ground curled up.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned his eyes away, gritted his teeth and said: "I am like this all because of you, are you very proud of it?"

Yan Qiandai's eyes were a little red.

Which of what Gu Xuanmu said just now was not an attack on his dignity as a man?

He is now sick and skinny, and his strength is not even as strong as that of a girl.

All of this was because of the woman in front of him, his good sister, who had been persistently feeding him poison for so many years.

Gu Xuanmu looked down on him so much, how could he know that he was once able to wield a sword...

She glanced at him with her dark blue eyes half closed, and the candlelight illuminated her delicate brows, making them look more three-dimensional, making her look aloof and cold.

She did not answer Yan Qiandai's question, but instead asked: "Do you hate me?"

The tone was calm, as if asking if you have eaten...

Yan Qiandai didn't expect her to ask this question, or rather, he thought she shouldn't ask this question.

He sneered, his eyes filled with piercing hatred: "Isn't my hatred enough to make you ask such a stupid question?"

Qian Dai's eyes fell on his face, with no special emotion in her eyes. Suddenly, she grabbed his chin with her hand and said, "My stupid brother, don't you understand yet? If I hadn't blocked everything for you, do you think you would still have the chance to yell at me here?"

Yan Qiandai didn't believe him at all and sneered:

"Yan Qiandai, you didn't have to seduce me. No one forced you to kill my mother and imprison me."

"Yes, no one forced me."

The light blue turns into a dark blue.

"If someone could force me to do something like this, I wouldn't do it."

Yan Qiandai was stunned. He looked at her dark pupils and felt that there was a lot hidden in them, but also nothing.

He said dryly: "You deserve it."

Qian Dai's eyes flickered, and she suddenly said, "I remember when you were a child, you held a wooden sword and were accidentally scratched by the barbs on the wooden handle. You would hug your mother and cry for a long time."

Yan Qiandai didn't understand why she changed the subject and brought up her childhood, and was a little overwhelmed.

Seeing his puzzled expression, Qian Dai raised a mocking arc and said slowly: "Do you know that while you were crying, I was in the martial arts training ground, brandishing an iron sword that could kill with a single blow, and fighting with a royal guard with real swords and guns."

"Also, when you were little, you only had a minor fever, but your mother stayed up all night to watch over you, while I was poisoned by a jealous concubine, and I rolled on the couch in agony, but no one cared."

Qian Dai saw Yan Qiandai pursed his lips in silence, lifted his chin, and spoke calmly:

"Tell me, if all these were imposed on you, how many times could a body like yours, which has always been carefully nurtured by your mother, endure it?"

Qiandai knew he couldn't answer that.

How could Yan Qiandai not know in her heart the reason why he could live safely until now, she just didn't want to admit it.

Because once he admitted it, his hatred seemed so ridiculous.

Qiandai couldn't help but laugh when she saw that he didn't even dare to look at him when she said these words.

She let go of his chin, stood still with her hands behind her back, and seemed to no longer care about his answer. She said in a light tone:

"And the throne that I am sitting on was won by me through so many years of fighting and attacking. I am able to sit on it now because of my own means. Do you think that if it were you, would the throne really return to your hands as easily as you imagined?"

will not.

Yan Qiandai already had the answer in his mind.

He was not the one who learned the art of being an emperor since he was a child.

He was not the one who practiced the art of riding and archery.

Apart from the identity of a prince, he had nothing, even his body was in tatters.