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That girl, like a ray of warm and bright sunshine, illuminated his childhood and pulled him out of the haze.

He is the father emperor, who had this thing created on a whim after getting drunk.

He knew that his father did not like him. His existence seemed to be a constant reminder that he had made such a mistake.

Just a few days after he was born, his mother died suddenly. In the royal family, heirs are precious, so even though his father didn't like him, he still gave him to the queen to raise.

The queen was born into a wealthy family, and she was broad-minded and not petty. She did not make things difficult for him regarding her father's arrangement. She also gave him everything that other princes should have.

Perhaps due to his upbringing, he had low self-esteem and was gloomy since childhood. In the Imperial College, he always sat quietly in the most inconspicuous corner, being a little transparent, hoping that no one would notice him.

But deep down, he is also a baby who longs to be valued and pampered.

For this, he even thought about that position. As long as the princes ahead of him died, then he... hehe...

He was like a little wild wolf, temporarily putting away his wolf nature, hiding and lying dormant. On the surface, he looked like a little dog, harmless to humans and animals.

However, he also knew that to reach that position, he had no mother to fight for his father's favor, and no relatives to back him up. To reach that position, it was difficult, very difficult, extremely difficult!

If he accepted his fate and just became a rich and powerful prince, he could live a comfortable life. But deep down, he strongly hoped to be recognized and respected...

The two thoughts appeared alternately, tormenting him in turn, wondering what to do next.

But then Yun appeared. She was like a white tea flower that had just opened, clean and with a faint fragrance that could purify people's souls.

She did not ignore him like others did. Every time she came, she had a sweet smile on her face, and the kindness in her eyes was like a warm and bright light, never sparingly shining on him.

That beam of light gradually dispelled the gloom and evil in his heart.

She would often bring him delicious food. Sometimes, it was a piece or two of peach cake, and sometimes, it was a dessert made of some red fruit, I don’t know what it was, sour and sweet, very delicious.

He liked to see her smile. When she smiled, his world seemed to change. There was no wind or rain, only bright sunshine.

He gradually became more cheerful, she said, and he looked very nice when he smiled.

Later, as they grew up, the girl seldom came to the Imperial College.

He only heard some news about Sister Xunyang from time to time, but as long as he heard that she was doing well, his heart would be peaceful and satisfied.

He liked this feeling, as long as she was fine.

He had a secret in his heart: when he grew up, he would marry that girl and make her his wife. And his wife could only be her.

He didn't tell anyone about this secret. He just worked hard and guarded it silently.

Later, she reached the age of 15 and after the 15 ceremony, she began to discuss marriage.

When he heard the news that she had started discussing marriage, he was anxious!

He slapped himself several times, wondering why he was not a few years older than her. If he were an adult, he could ask his father to marry her.

Later, I heard that she was robbed on her way to worship and almost died.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He saw himself as thin as a bean sprout. In addition to his studies, he began to practice martial arts.

Maybe he was malnourished in the womb, his body was weak and he was not a good candidate for martial arts.

But in his heart, the desire to protect her grew stronger day by day. This thought supported him to be fearless of hardship and fatigue.

He had to become strong, to be able to protect her and not be bullied by anyone.

His persistence impressed a famous person in Beijing, who had also fought on the battlefield and expanded the territory with Emperor Taizu.

When he was old, he did not enjoy his life in his mansion, but took refuge in a small nameless Taoist temple, where he meditated and practiced every day, making connections as fate would have it.

The famous man thought that they had a master-disciple relationship, so he accepted him as his last disciple and passed on all his skills to him.

He met a wise master, and trained hard in the hottest days of summer and the coldest days of winter, which made his fingers thick with calluses. The tender young man turned into a rough man with thick skin and flesh.

He muttered to himself as he looked in the mirror, seeing himself growing taller and stronger.

Wait a little longer! Wait a little longer! His body had become stronger, and when he was older, he could bring this up with his father.

But before he could open the office and build the mansion, he heard that the son of the Marquis of Loyalty had been kneeling in front of the gate of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, begging for three days and three nights, refusing to retreat despite thunder and rain, just to marry the Grand Tutor's daughter, the goddess in his heart.

And his goddess, no one knew what kind of magic potion that the loyal and righteous prince had drugged her into insisting on marrying him.

She is the darling daughter of the Taifu Mansion and the apple of the family's eye. She is stubborn and determined to marry Xiahou Wenyuan.

Master Yun couldn't persuade her, so he had to agree.

His light was gone. Outside the Taifu Mansion, the rain that Xiahou Wenyuan was soaked in changed in a second, soaking him so much that he was at a loss.

God knows, on the day she entered the Marquis's mansion with a grand wedding dress, he locked himself in his bedroom. He, who never drank, drank for three days and three nights and almost died of drunkenness.

It was not until the imperial sister found him, called the imperial physician, and helped him to sober up that he was able to barely survive.

"You little bastard, you've learned nothing but to drink like others. Now you're done, I can't drink you shit."

The eleventh brother, Li Xianzhi: Silence.

Princess Xunyang: "Did something happen to you? Or did someone bully you? Tell me, I will beat the shit out of him, and he will be fine.

Lao Shiyi: Remain silent.

Princess Xunyang: "You are such a taciturn person, but you can really keep it to yourself. Okay, I will give you one piece of advice. You only have one life. If you are alive, everything is possible. But if you are dead, nothing is possible at all.

I don’t want to know why you are like this, but after today, you have to do whatever I have to do.”

As expected of a daughter of the royal family, Princess Xunyang’s domineering aura pulled him out of the mud pond of decadence.

Yes! Only when you are alive can you have a chance!

He regained his composure and moved closer to becoming a stronger self.

It was just the longing that he really couldn't suppress.

Countless times, in the dead of night, he sneaked up to the tallest tree in the Loyalty Marquis's Mansion and silently watched the house where she lived, even though he knew she couldn't see him.

As long as I can protect her, that's enough.

Everyone knows that after the marriage, the prince of loyalty and righteousness is a man who dotes on his wife.

As long as she was happy, he would not disturb her.

Since he can't be with her, it's also good for him to silently protect her throughout her life.

He doesn't cause trouble, but trouble finds him.

When he was seventeen years old, according to the precedent of his ancestors, he had to leave the palace, be granted a title of king, and set up a government office.

He was crowned king.

The eleventh prince, who had been crowned king, was still young, so the matter of selecting a concubine for him was put on the agenda.