The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Am I that stingy?"

"Then why were you so fierce just now?"

Qin Yun glared at him angrily and said, "That's because you don't know the difference. Bai Long refuses to submit, so I must kill him. Lingchi death!"

"And you are still begging for mercy. Aren't you too inconsiderate of your man? Remember your current identity!"

Su Yan nodded heavily, her face serious and slightly guilty: "I understand, Your Majesty. It was my fault for not changing my identity just now."

When his identity was mentioned, Qin Yun's steps suddenly paused again.

He patted his forehead and said, "I forgot to ask just now, what does the term 'offspring of the Eighth King' mean? Are there a lot of people?"

Su Yan showed a trace of embarrassment, pursed her lips and said: "The Eight Princes are the eight princes of the Great Sui Dynasty, similar to the Zhenbei King, with outstanding merits and achievements, and they are kings of different surnames."

"But without exception, they were all killed by Great Xia's Emperor..."

At this point, Su Yan glanced at him.

Qin Yun grinned: "So, we are still enemies for life?"

Su Yan smiled bitterly, very femininely: "Actually, this is all a gimmick."

"The bloodline of the Eighth King was slaughtered long ago. We are at most distant relatives, not related at all. The White Lotus Sect said so because they needed us, so I have never felt a sense of belonging."

"As for what you just said, are there a lot of people? A lot!" She said seriously, "Almost all the people in charge of the White Lotus Sect are direct descendants of the former Great Sui Dynasty."

"My young master, you pay great attention to bloodline."

Qin Yun sneered: "This bastard, he himself is probably just a fake, just because he has some relatives, he claims to be the bloodline of the Sui Dynasty, and he is trying to restore the dynasty."

"Wait till I catch him and crush his face!"

Su Yan shuddered and hugged him gently: "Your Majesty, I believe you can do it."

"But be careful. The White Lotus Sect has been operating for generations, and perhaps only you know its many hidden cards. Do you understand what I mean?"

Qin Yun took a deep breath and patted her hair.

"Of course I know, don't worry."

"I will be very busy these days, so you stay in the harem. I will ask the Ministry of Rites to give you the title of Concubine, how do you think?"

Su Yan raised her red lips: "The title doesn't matter, as long as Your Majesty doesn't be so fierce next time."

"Do you mean on the bed or under the bed?"

Su Yan paused for a moment, then her face turned red.

But I still answered generously: "Both!"

The two of them cuddled together for a short while before separating.

Qin Yun was busy with the arrest of the White Lotus Sect and the expansion of the army, and he had to occasionally take time out to accompany Xiao Yuxiang.

Tong Wei and the others were even more sticky.

For a moment, he felt that he was overwhelmed.

He just had some free time and went out to bask in the sunset when he met a man.

"Mu Xin!"

I saw a little girl turning her head from the vermilion wall. She was wearing a snow-white skirt and a bun on her head. She was very clean and her rosy face was full of innocence.

Even at such a young age, she already has the potential to be a beauty.

I have to say that Mu Ci has really good genes. She would have been even more beautiful when she was young.

But Qin Yun always felt that Mu Xin was not very similar to Mu Le and Mu Ci.

Mu Le and Mu Ci have some similar temperaments, but Mu Xin is different. The older he gets, the more upright his facial features become. He has a kind of Cha Ming Wei Rou feeling, and seems to have Hu blood.

She walked over quickly, and although she was less than ten years old, she was very polite.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." She bowed properly and was very well behaved!

Qin Yun quickly supported him.

With a loving face, he said, "Don't kneel."

"Why are you alone today?"

Mu Xin looked up, no longer shy towards him, and smiled sweetly, saying in a baby voice, "Master, today I will teach you some formulas for the Invitation to the Moon Palace."

"I've finished my studies, so I have to go home."

Qin Yun frowned: "No one picked you up?"

Mu Xin shook her head: "My mother and Master have both told me that girls should be independent and not develop princess syndrome."

"So since Master came back, I have been going home by myself."

Hearing this, Qin Yun felt distressed!

This girl is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

He reached out and picked her up: "Mu Xin, how about I take you home today?"

Everyone inside and outside the square was envious when they saw this scene!

She was only a few years old, but she was so favored by His Majesty that he personally sent her home. This is something that has never happened to princesses in previous dynasties!

Mu Xin shook his head subconsciously.

Then he suddenly remembered something, his big eyes rolled, and he blurted out: "Okay, but Your Majesty, can you please not tell Master?"

Qin Yun was tired after a day's work, but she made him feel relaxed both physically and mentally.

He smiled and asked, "Why?"

"I see you want to refuse, but why do you agree?"

Mu Xin's face turned red, and she twisted her fingers: "Because, because of mother!"

"Oh?"

Qin Yun was surprised: "Because of your mother?"

Mu Xin sniffed her delicate nose, raised her head and said seriously: "Because my mother misses His Majesty very much. If His Majesty sends me back, my mother will be able to see you."

"There is a portrait of His Majesty in my mother's room. She stared at the portrait for a long time. It made her look old."

Qin Yun's smile froze, and he was inexplicably touched by the little girl's words!

Mu Ci was probably waiting in vain in the Mu Mansion. She was shy and wouldn't really come to the palace to find me, let alone ask for anything.

Thinking of this, he became more determined to visit Mu Ci more often.

Otherwise, just bring her into the palace.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Mu Xin stretched out her little hand and waved it in front of him, looking very innocent and cute.

"No, it's okay."

"Let's go. I'll take you back. By the way, where's your master?"

"Master seems to be meditating."

The two of them walked out of Xuanwu Gate talking to each other. The large number of Jinyiwei imperial guards following behind them were all absolutely silent and did not dare to disturb them.

From afar, under the setting sun, Qin Yun holding Mu Xin looked like a father and daughter.

After just a short time together, his daughter-slave mentality became rampant.

Arrived at the Mu Mansion.

Qin Yun's arrival was obviously unexpected.

Mu Ci, who had a plain face and hardly any makeup, even screamed and almost dropped the tool she was using to trim the flowerpot.

"Ah, Your Majesty!" Her eyes were evasive and she wanted to cover her face and dress up first.

"Ha ha!"

"Are you surprised?"

"I came to see you and send Mu Xin back."

"Yes, yes, mother, look, the Majesty is here, right?" Mu Xinren smiled like a little kid, and as soon as he got home, he let himself go like a fluttering butterfly.

Mu Ci glared at her and pretended to be a strict mother: "Go, Mrs. Zhang, take Xin'er downstairs to wash her hands."

"Yes!"

Someone came up immediately and took Mu Xin away. The girl turned around and smiled at Qin Yun, then skipped away.

In the yard, the servants also dispersed tactfully, leaving only two people.

Mu Ci rubbed her clothes helplessly, and raised her eyes secretly, revealing a unique feminine charm.

"Your Majesty, please sit down for a while."

"I'll go change and then make you some tea."

As soon as she finished speaking, a black shadow flashed by, and Qin Yun rushed in front of her and held her mutton-fat jade hand.

A magnetic voice sounded: "No need, just walk with me."

Mu Ci turned pale and looked around in horror. When she saw Qin Yun's smile, her mind went blank for a moment: "Okay, okay..."