Generals and Puppet Emperors

I took a sneak peek at Mr. Li's face, which was livid, and quickly retracted my gaze.

Now he is staring at Ah Man as if he were staring at a cub under his protection circle, his eyes are stern and inexplicably worried, I think this momentum is not good, the old man will not completely become Ah Man if he continues to develop like this Are you worried about your mother-in-law?With him staring at me like this, I feel blocked and uncomfortable. I can't watch Aman's growth every day carefully, and I feel extremely frustrated.

But I can still reach Aman.

It is impossible for Mr. Li to stare at Aman while eating and sleeping. Men and women cannot kiss each other. Although Aman is a young child, due to the old man's rigid and stubborn bones, he will never fall into any trouble.

There is a profile of the old man on my desk, which describes his weaknesses and personality traits in detail.I am disarmed and returned to the farmland, but I have many trusted subordinates and many people who can be used. As long as it is not related to building up momentum or the like and may turn into a rebellion at any time, the emperor will turn a blind eye and let it go.

This is one of the ways of getting along with monarchs and ministers.

I read the old man's information several times, and I know what he likes, and I think I can start from here, and use his favorite things to seduce him spiritually, so that he can relax his control over Aman, like this , Aman can fall into my arms again.

I was so excited that I almost foresaw what would happen soon.

"Good! Good!"

Mr. Li's eyes were about to shine. He straightened his long silver beard, poured a small glass of wine, and listened to the little song with rosy cheeks.

I stroke my chin with satisfaction, it's fine, right in the center.

Aman was led by a maid to sit at another round table, slowly picking up a piece of butterflies and chewing. She ate very elegantly, without any crumbs falling, her legs were put together under the table, and her sitting posture was also very standard. There was a surge of heat in my heart.

Yes, this is my home.

Aman saw me, and her reaction was beyond my imagination. I thought she would grab my skirt intimately and think that my coquettish voice would be sweet and girlish, but everything was an illusion.

She choked in fright, the hard butterflies stuck in her throat, her cheeks became flushed, tears oozing out of her physiology, thankfully the maid next to her was not an idiot who lost her mind whenever she was in danger, she was busy He brought tea to her mouth and asked her to swallow it.

On the way, some tea was spilled, and the light brown tea wetted a small blanket with intricate patterns.

My heart is like tea that has been spilled, it shattered into about seventy or eighty pieces.

I feel rejected.

Even though my nerves have long since been sharpened, this incident still makes me a little depressed.

After going back, I lay on the bed, extinguished the candle, and fell asleep.

I had a dream, and the dream was full of bleak and cold colors.

Carrion birds hovered above my head, and bloody mud and sand were trampled under my feet. I looked up, and the body scattered with broken swords infiltrated the wasteland after the war in front of me.

I fell to the ground and felt a cold sensation in my abdomen.

I whispered Aman's name, but I couldn't see her childish face when I woke up from the dream.

After getting up with sore body, I felt puzzled by the scene in the dream that was still very clear after waking up.

...Is it because I have always buried a little fear in my heart?

If Aman wasn't around when I died, it would be... what a sad thing.