The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

The whole space was eerily quiet.

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Jiang Yingcheng suddenly realized what kind of rubbish she had just blurted out. But she was really afraid that she would be sent back to Changning Palace by Eunuch Changshun, and she was also afraid that her beautiful father would turn around and leave in the next breath.

He made up his mind and started crying unreasonably.

"I want to go!" Jiang Yingcheng leaned on the arms of Grandpa Changshun, raised her leg and kicked the air in front of her hard, "Chengcheng is going!!"

Jiang Yanchuan turned around and left without saying a word.

The surrounding generals looked around in embarrassment, until Jiang Yanchuan, who was walking in front, spoke coldly: "You guys want to stay too?"

Several generals shuddered and hurriedly followed.

Jiang Yingcheng was left alone, standing there with a blank expression.

Eh?

Just...are they all gone?

Don’t you even bring Chengcheng with you?

Chengcheng has accumulated a lot of points, which are really useful!

The mall not only has life-saving elixirs, but also many mechanical military strategies and legendary killing formations. She can also help her father and uncles to find out Bei Ming's news at any time. No spy from Da Rui can compare to her!

But she didn't know how to say these words. Jiang Yingcheng opened her mouth in vain and breathed in big gulps. She felt that the air around her seemed to have become much thinner with the departure of her handsome father.

Don't, don't go...

Cheng Cheng also wants to go——

She finally stopped crying at the top of her lungs, but lowered her head, twisted her fingers tightly together, and began to cry silently.

[Before we can clarify things, if only I could hold on a little longer...]

She had some regrets.

If she had not slept in the carriage, she would not have let her guard down and made noise when she just woke up. Then, her handsome father might not have discovered that she was also hiding in the carriage.

Suddenly, a helpless sigh sounded above my head.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of large hands suddenly appeared in her blurred vision and took her steadily from Eunuch Changshun's arms.

Jiang Yingcheng looked up blankly.

Jiang Yanchuan, who had returned, borrowed a handkerchief from someone else and wiped the tears from the little guy's face with one hand.

But the little guy cried so much that before he could wipe away the old tears, new tears rolled down.

"Father will be back soon," Jiang Yanchuan did not stop, still wiping the little girl's tears in an orderly manner, while trying to reason with her, "Beiming is far away, and the plague is raging. You will get sick if you go there."

After a pause, he added, "Father can't bear to see you sick."

Jiang Yingcheng's mood eased a little because of these words, but she still stubbornly refused to reconcile. She grabbed a small piece of her father's collar and sobbed, "Chengcheng is in good health! She won't get sick easily!!"

Jiang Yanchuan knew this very well, but...

Almost all parents in the world have this common problem. Even if they are confident that they can protect their children well, they still can't help but worry about whether there will be any unavoidable accidents.

"No," Jiang Yanchuan said, "If every soldier is reluctant to leave his children behind and wants to take them to the battlefield, how are the soldiers supposed to march and fight?"

Jiang Yingcheng snorted heavily.

There is simply no truth to this argument.

She was the most favored little princess of Da Rui, and her father was Emperor Mingze, who was above everyone else in Da Rui. Even if she was really taken to the battlefield, which soldier would dare to follow her?

But for a moment, she really couldn't find any reason to refute.

Jiang Yanchuan suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Eunuch Changshun.

Eunuch Changshun understood instantly, coughed lightly, and said, "Your Majesty, this auspicious time is almost over..."

Jiang Yanchuan nodded with satisfaction, and finally reached out and stroked the little guy's head twice: "Wait for father to come back."

Jiang Yingcheng wanted to cry again.

Is this the final outcome?

Are you really not going to take her away?

"Cheng, Chengcheng, don't ever like father again!"

"Little liar." Jiang Yanchuan smiled and pinched her little face, then turned around, took a step forward resolutely, and walked towards the position that represented responsibility.

Every time a figure passed by, the burden on his shoulders seemed to become heavier, until it gradually balanced the heaviness in his heart, and he barely resisted the urge to look back.

Suddenly——

A long series of hurried and clumsy footsteps came closer and closer. The expression on Jiang Yanchuan's face froze, and before he could turn around, a pair of small hands suddenly hugged one of his legs.

He looked down blankly.

The little guy must have used all his strength in running wildly. When I hugged him, his breathing was unstable and his cheeks were abnormally flushed.

Even so, she raised her head tenaciously, and the moment her eyes met his, she said clearly: "I like it!"

Jiang Yanchuan was stunned for a moment.

As if afraid that he didn't understand, the little guy took a few breaths, and then explained anxiously: "Cheng, Chengcheng just lied, Chengcheng likes father the most!"

Jiang Yanchuan felt as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant. He was afraid that people around him would see his mood, so he could only stand stiffly where he was.

Jiang Yingcheng's eyes were filled with tears, fearing that her father, the Emperor, would be upset because of her "I don't like it", and then be distracted on the battlefield, seriously injured by the enemy, and...

She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

She tried her best to open her eyes wide, even though her vision was blurry, she wanted her father to see her sincerity: "Chengcheng loves you the most, you must come back to see Chengcheng soon!"

Jiang Yanchuan's throat deliberately choked, and he only uttered a low "Hmm."

"Okay." He said.

After receiving this assurance, Jiang Yingcheng finally forced out his first genuine smile of the day.

She suddenly began to rummage through her cuffs and sack. After only two attempts to cover up, she casually threw onto the ground a bunch of things she had just exchanged from the Merit Mall.

She didn't care at all whether it was reasonable for her to take out these things, or whether her already empty pockets could hold so many things.

The military officers present hurried forward and surrounded the two men tightly, blocking them from everyone's sight.

"These are all life-saving things. Chengcheng will write to Father later and tell him how to use these things. Father, you must keep them well—"

Jiang Yanchuan slowly squatted down.

But he did not immediately pick up those treasures that were priceless in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Yes," he stretched out his hand and slowly embraced the more precious treasure in the world into his arms, his voice slightly choked, "Definitely."