Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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If Yuan Shuo wanted it, would the emperor not even give him a title?

At this moment, the Duke of England's small calculations can be said to be extremely loud. After this operation, the eldest son can get a new title, and his favorite youngest son can also get his title. This can be said to kill two birds with one stone!

The eldest princess laughed angrily at his shameless appearance, she looked around, but found that there was nothing to throw away, she couldn't help saying coldly: "You are dreaming!"

This old man, really thinks that the title in her brother's hands is a Chinese cabbage on the street, and you can have it if you want it?

He wants her son to make room for a bastard, what a beautiful idea!

The British Duke's face turned red, but before he got angry, Yuan Shuo said calmly: "Father should know that uncle is my family member and the master of this world."

He looked at the British Duke seemingly mockingly: "I have never been in charge of his affairs."

"If the father feels that he can be his master, the son doesn't mind."

As soon as this remark came out, the British Duke's face turned pale at the time, and he couldn't say anything more.

If this word reaches the emperor's ears, he dare not imagine what will happen to him.

All these years, the emperor didn't like him at all, if there is such a thing.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Yuan Shuo: "Presumptuous!"

How dare this scoundrel be so unscrupulous, is he trying to kill him?

Yuan Shuo was too lazy to waste a lot of time on such meaningless things, so he just said indifferently: "You are the master of the Duke's Mansion, and everything in the Duke's Mansion is up to you."

"If you want to establish Yuan Bin as your son, then go and give your majesty a note."

As for the rest...

If Yuan Bin is not killed, he has been a little tired recently.

The gentle man raised his eyes slightly, and the cold eyes instantly gave Yuan Bin a shivers.

At that moment, he had no doubt that Yuan Shuo would have someone hack him to death in this hall.

he will die...

Yuan Bin saw sweat on his forehead, and his face was even paler.

The British public didn't know what was going on behind them, but was blocked by Yuan Shuo's words.

If he could speak in front of the emperor, how could he come to Yuan Shuo?

"So, you just disagree?" At this moment, the guilt in his heart was covered by shame, and he looked at Yuan Shuo coldly.

"Come on, see off."

Yuan Shuo simply didn't even look at him at the moment. He didn't expect anything from the role of father, and naturally he wouldn't respond to any of his requests.

"You!" Yingying was furious, but found that the guards in the courtyard walked in front of him, and stretched out their hands coldly, as if they were going to drag him out if he didn't leave.

These people are the emperor's confidantes, he didn't dare to offend, he just gave Yuan Shuo a hard look and turned to leave.

The father and son left here, which instantly raised the temperature in the room a lot.

The ice on the eldest princess's face melted, and she looked at Yuan Shuo expectantly: "Ziyou..."

She still can't believe that Ziyou's illness will get better so easily?

Even until this moment, she felt that she was in a dream.

But it would be too unlucky to be able to dream of that old man in a dream.

Facing his mother's expectations, Yuan Shuo nodded: "My son's health has improved by half now, and he should be fine in a few days."

It took the eldest princess a while to digest the information, and she leaned against the back of the chair in a collapsed state, muttering: "It's good, it's good."