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

The study was quiet inside and outside.

The ministers, who were caught off guard and fed a big melon, breathed shallowly, their pupils shrank slightly, and their confused faces wandered around helplessly, trying to get the conclusion from their colleagues that they were dreaming.

Unsuccessful.

——Because the little guy’s voice rang out again immediately afterwards.

[Cheng Cheng would never return Brother Zhili to Prince Xin, because Cheng Cheng encountered him first! ]

So it's hers!

Not only did these "little hooligan" remarks fail to bring them back to their senses, but they also shot a few arrows on their fragile nerves!

...Prince Xin actually has a son? !

wrong.

They had already learned a lot about the kid that the little guy brought back in the afternoon. He should be an unfavored prince of King Beiming. How did he become the heir of King Xin?

Where is the ordinary and pitiful little thing you promised me? !

Outside the door, Guan Zhili stood in the yard with a blank expression.

The familiar, unique and strange voice of the little fellow came clearly to his ears from the study. To him, the voice seemed to come from the sky, ethereal, unreal and absurd.

He had gone through several years of hardship, from wanting to be loved by his "father" and "mother", to accepting calmly that they didn't like him. Now he had to tell him that he was not actually the child of these two people, and...

And his biological father wanted to go there in person to look for him during such a chaotic situation in Beiming? !

The air in front of him was filled with mist, and everything in his sight seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. He could not see the surroundings clearly, but he could still sense that the two guards standing at the door were looking down at him with pity.

What are you looking at?!

He couldn't help thinking.

He doesn't need mercy.

Although he had lived through hard times for such a long time, he still had his own father and mother!

As for Prince Xin, he must have some blood relationship with the little guy, right?

The little guy is unwilling to let him return to his roots now, probably because she finally got a playmate. If he has had enough fun in the future, she will be willing to let him go back and reunite with them, right? !

Guan Zhili couldn't help but picture in his mind the happy scene of the family of three.

The next moment, he heard the voice coming through the tightly closed doors and windows and reaching his ears accurately -

[If Brother Zhili doesn't go back, when Prince Xin is beheaded for treason, Brother Zhili won't be taken with him! ]

[Prince Xin had no intention of giving birth to a child anyway, and the birth of Brother Zhili was an accident.] The voice was filled with pride, [Prince Xin did not want Brother Zhili, but Cheng, Chengcheng did!]

Guan Zhili: “…”

The moved expression suddenly froze, and Guan Zhili raised his head in astonishment. His burning gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the rosewood doors and windows and fall on the emperor with a cold and elegant temperament in the study.

——If I’m not mistaken, he is not the only one who can hear the little guy’s voice!

His identity as the son of a traitor cannot be concealed! !

Guan Zhili subconsciously took a few steps back, the soles of his shoes tightly fitting the ground, rubbing hard, and immediately wanted to escape from here, when suddenly a voice came from inside: [Huh? What's that sound? ! ]

Guan Zhili's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hairs on his body stood up, and he felt a chill on his back.

Suddenly—

The scene in front of him was rapidly receding to both sides. When he came to his senses, he was caught by the waist and flew out of the yard. The cool autumn evening breeze was like a cold knife, constantly scraping across his face and body, causing him excruciating pain.

After a long time, he was placed in an empty space with no one around.

Guan Zhili raised his head and met the bald monk's disapproving eyes.

"Why are you so panicked?" Lechen said helplessly, "You weren't afraid when you were Prince Beiming, but now you're afraid now that you've become Prince Xin?"

Guan Zhili gasped for breath, and it took him a long while to find his voice again: "Then...then how are they the same?!"

The civilians of the defeated country can be properly resettled, but what about the descendants of the rebels? !

Would such a tough emperor really allow the offspring of a traitor to live safely by his side? !

He had indeed intended to die before, but now he no longer wanted to die!!

Lechen lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the boy whose face was covered with tears for a long time, and finally sighed.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the one in his own home was simply an angel baby.

——The word "angel baby" was a new word they learned when the little one was boasting proudly one time.

At the same time, I feel a little distressed.

The little girl knew from the beginning that she was not Emperor Mingze's biological daughter, but she never complained about her situation. He thought that all little girls were so "heartless", but today he finally realized that this was not the case.

"Stop crying." Lechen advised stiffly.

This sentence did not have the expected effect. Instead, perhaps because the little guy saw that someone was willing to coax him, he cried even more sadly.

Liaochen closed his eyes: "Even before you could hear the little prince's inner voice, they already knew your true identity."

The sobbing sound stopped for a moment.

Guan Zhili raised his head with tears in his eyes.

Lechen: "If you don't believe it, you might as well go and find the answer yourself."

Guan Zhili: “…”

……

At night, Jiang Yingcheng ran to her brother's room as usual.

Her beautiful father was very busy during this period. He couldn't chat with her before going to bed, couldn't tell her a bedtime story, and couldn't ask someone to bring her some hot snacks...

She had no choice but to come and hang out with her brother, the master of ceremonies, to see if she could get anything out of it.

Guan Zhili: “…”

He had just thought of a way to introduce the topic, but the little guy's voice overwhelmed him and he completely forgot about it. The only thing left in his mind was -

He can't do these things!

"Brother Zhili, Brother Zhili!" Jiang Yingcheng ran into her brother Zhili's room excitedly. As soon as she entered the room, she rushed to the table with a clear goal, "Did you secretly save some delicious food for Chengcheng today?!"

She asked this question only out of habit, and she didn't actually have any expectations about it. But unexpectedly, she actually saw two candies neatly arranged on the table!

"Wow--"

She ran over with sparkling eyes: "It really exists!!"

Guan Zhili looked at the two candies handed to him on the dusty table, and squeezed out a voice with his eyes almost closed: "Well... today, an uncle said... that I look a lot like His Majesty, so he stuffed two candies into my mouth..."

After he finished speaking haltingly, he carefully opened his eyes a tiny bit to observe the little guy's expression.

Jiang Yingcheng had just climbed onto the chair with great effort when he was hit hard in the face. He almost slipped and fell down on the spot.

Guan Zhili's scalp tightened when he saw this scene out of the corner of his eye, and he hurriedly reached out to help: "Is Chengcheng okay?!"

Jiang Yingcheng shook his head in a daze.

[Who, who is so unethical?! ]