On the night of the broken engagement, the paranoid prince came to me crying and asking for my statu

Before leaving the palace, Fu Jingrong met someone he had almost forgotten not far from the imperial study.

"Are you the prince's cousin?"

The young boy looked to be no more than ten years old, with clear eyes and a hint of admiration and respect.

Fu Jingrong rarely had a cold expression on his face. He lowered his head and met the gaze of the person who came.

"The Thirteenth Prince."

He took a step back politely.

Murong Fei's eyes darkened and a look of disappointment flashed across his face, but he quickly returned to his sunny and cheerful appearance.

"Xiao Fei heard that the prince cousin was coming, so she came to wait for him..."

"You are too polite, Thirteenth Prince." The smile on Fu Jingrong's face remained unchanged, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"I wonder why the Thirteenth Prince suddenly came to me?"

Murong Fei's face fell, "Brother Nine ran away before, and he brought a little follower with him, that was me."

"My cousin said before that if he came back to Luojing, he would find someone to tell me, but he found Brother Nine instead of me..."

Fu Jingrong's eyes darkened a little, "Who told you this?"

Although the fact that he returned to Luojing could not be concealed from some of the high-ranking families in Luojing.

But it’s not to the point where everyone knows about it.

Even the little prince living in the deep palace knows about it, so you can imagine...

His gaze fell on Murong Fei again.

The young man looked harmless, "Many people in the palace know about this. The last time my ninth brother entered the palace, my father got really angry."

This is a clear reminder.

He glanced at the young eunuch following behind the boy, who kept his head down and his eyes submissive from beginning to end.

The gloom in Fu Jingrong's eyes disappeared, and he said to the young boy, "When you have time later, His Highness Thirteen can go to Dingbei Palace to look for Jingrong."

When the young boy heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if all the sunlight was contained in them in an instant, shining brightly.

"So...it's a deal?"

Fu Jingrong nodded, "It's a deal."

Murong Fei turned around and left happily.

After taking two steps, he stopped, turned around and gave Fu Jingrong a pure smile.

"In the past, it was always arranged by others. This time, I have to make my own decision when I go to see my cousin, the prince. My cousin can't be like my ninth brother, always forcing me with good things that I don't like."

Make your own decisions.

I don't like them stuffing things they think are good into my head.

Fu Jingrong repeated it silently in his mind.

His face changed slightly, then he raised his eyebrows and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This kid...

Also back.

But this time, he took the initiative to seek cooperation with him in order to protect himself.

From the moment he was finally pushed onto the throne in the previous life, Fu Jingrong had actually discovered that this kid was not a good enough monarch and he also had his own hobbies.

It was just a series of events that happened later that forced him to rebel, and then became entangled with him.

Fu Jingrong finally hid certain things from Su Sui'an.

The last monarch of the Yuan Dynasty was indeed the second prince, but later, before his rebirth, he overthrew the entire Yuan Dynasty and assisted the thirteenth prince in establishing a new dynasty.

I'm afraid those who fought for the throne never dreamed that the final winner would be the Thirteenth Prince who, in the eyes of all the princes, only knew how to make wine and loved to make wine...

...

Outside the palace gate.

The carriage of Prince Dingbei's Palace moved slowly.

Yi Zhi caught up with the carriage after a few jumps.

"Master, as you thought, only His Highness the Ninth Prince has entered the palace once in the past few days."

Fu Jingrong's eyes dimmed.

Yi Fan, who was driving the carriage, couldn't help but ask curiously, "Master, why is the emperor so anxious to grant the marriage to the Yongding Marquis's Mansion?"

And when he was waiting outside, he seemed to have overheard it. Did he grant the marriage to Miss Su?

Before Yi Fan could ask the following questions, he saw Fu Jingrong's expression slightly changed.

Yi Zhi couldn't help but hit him lightly, "Can you please stop talking about things that are not related to the topic?"

"Granting a marriage to the Yongding Marquis's Mansion is just a test."

Fu Jingrong slowly closed his eyes, and he seemed to be relaxing, but also as if he was gathering strength and waiting for the next outburst.

"But the one who was granted the marriage was Miss Su. I always feel that something is a bit strange. Logically speaking, the emperor intends to reuse our prince and the crown prince. Shouldn't we give the master some benefits?"

Yi Fan widened his eyes, seemingly very surprised that the current emperor would test his master with such an important matter as marriage.

After all, even a small guard like him understood the simple principle of giving first before asking someone to do something. How could the emperor, as the ruler of a country, not know this?

"He will not allow love between young men and women in Dingbei Palace."

Fu Jingrong opened his eyes again, and the murderous intent in his eyes had already made his attitude clear.

Did he think that the arranged marriage would make him give up?

Ah.

The Yongding Marquis' Mansion was ordered to obtain the imperial edict, but it did not necessarily have the order to marry a daughter-in-law.

I suddenly felt a chill down my spine.

Yi Fan was halfway through driving the carriage when he couldn't help but change the subject, "Master, are we going back to the palace now?"

The corners of Fu Jingrong's mouth curled up in a cold arc, and the murderous intent in his eyes remained unabated.

"Go to the Ninth Prince's Palace."

Murong Fei's reminder further confirmed his guess.

This time, although things were not yet irreversible, they still served as a warning to him.

Ninth Prince's Palace...

There are people from Emperor Qing of Ming Dynasty.

The man in a high position might have some respect for the talent of Dingbei Palace, but what he wanted was the absolute obedience of Dingbei Palace...

otherwise...

...

at the same time.

Ninth Prince's Mansion.

Murong Qi was in a good mood and gave Zhuang Zhou a cup of freshly brewed tea.

"Zhuang Zhou, come and sit down. It's rare for us to have this much leisure time. There have been a lot of things going on in the capital recently. If we don't take this opportunity to be lazy, I'm afraid that soon, we won't even have the time to be lazy."

Zhuang Zhou bowed to Murong, thanked him and sat down respectfully.

Murong Qi approached Zhuang Zhou with a smile, "Zhuang Zhou, tell me, I have told the emperor so frankly, is it possible that the emperor will directly grant my cousin a marriage?"

"To be honest, I'm really tired of seeing my cousin using all his tricks to get close to that woman. Is there anything that can't be solved by the Emperor's imperial decree granting marriage?"

Zhuang Zhou lowered his eyes and concealed the expression in his eyes.

"The arrangement that His Highness the Ninth Prince made for the Crown Prince is naturally the best, but no matter what the result is, we can only accept it, right?"

"That makes sense, Zhuang Zhou. I didn't expect that you can see through these things more clearly than I do."

Murong Qi poured another cup of tea on Zhuang Zhou's empty quilt without any airs.

"It's all thanks to you this time. You really helped me a lot."

Zhuang Zhou stood up quickly and stiffly.

He was pinned down by Murong Qi again, and even the sword in his hand was taken away by Murong Qi.

"Your Highness?" Zhuang Zhou's heart was filled with alarm.

Murong Qi's smile remained unchanged, but he had already taken a few steps back with his sword in his arms.

"Zhuang Zhou, you have been with me for these years, you should know that although I look easy-going, I am not the kind of person who can tolerate any grain of sand in my eyes."