Want to tease the prince, the cat is soft and delicate

Old Madam Cao gritted her teeth, and a few words almost popped out from between her teeth.

"Your Highness is right. Next year will definitely be a good year."

The carriage drove away, leaving Old Lady Cao and her wife standing alone in the snow. The cold wind was blowing, chilling Old Lady Cao from head to toe.

She hadn't had this feeling for so many years, even when Duke Cao died. But now she felt that the Cao family was about to run out of luck.

She turned around and walked towards the palace gate. The old woman was surprised and said, "Madam, Shoukang Palace is in front, this is the direction to exit the palace."

Old Lady Cao walked away without even turning her head, saying, "Hurry, go back home. I want to write a letter to He'er, asking him to return to Beijing as soon as possible."

The snow fell even harder, soon covering up the footprints where Old Lady Cao had walked.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the day before New Year's Eve, Cao He rushed back to the Cao family, exhausted.

Old Madam Cao was bedridden. When she saw Cao He, tears immediately fell from her eyes.

"My son!" Old Lady Cao held Cao He's hand, crying so hard that her whole body was shaking: "You are finally back."

Cao He is dressed in military uniform, looking domineering and majestic. The red cloak makes him look more majestic and shows the demeanor of a great general.

There was a layer of white snow on his shoulders, his beard was messy, and his eyes were dark. It was obvious that he had not rested for several days.

Cao He frowned coldly, looking intimidating without being angry. He held Old Lady Cao's hand and said with a distressed tone, "It is my unfilial son who has caused my mother to suffer in the capital."

Old Lady Cao shook her head and wiped away her tears: "It's fine for me, but your sister, your nephew, and your niece are the ones who suffer. Everyone bullies my Cao family because they have no one. Now that you are back, there will be someone to take charge of your sister."

How could Cao He not know what happened in the capital?

Most of his army was transferred to the outside of the imperial city, where they had been lying in wait, waiting for the opportunity, so he knew everything about the capital, and even the ins and outs of everything.

He could have returned home the day after receiving the letter, but in order not to arouse suspicion, he waited for half a month before returning home before the end of the year.

The purpose was to make everyone think that Cao He had rushed back from the border.

"Don't worry, mother. My son is back. Let's see who dares to bully my Cao family. I will go to the palace and seek justice for my sister."

Old Lady Cao grabbed his hand and tried to sit up from the couch.

Seeing this, Cao He quickly helped her up and placed a cushion behind her for her to lean on.

"Your sister's matter is important, but your matter is the most important."

Cao He was startled by what Old Lady Cao said, and he knew what she was going to say next.

"I know that you can't let go of your first wife, but our Cao family has few descendants, and you are the only son of the Cao family. You have to think about the future of the Cao family."

Cao He was silent. Given the current situation, how could he have the mood to get married and have children?

Old Lady Cao saw his hesitation and immediately slapped the quilt with a gloomy face: "If you still have me as your mother in your heart, you must do as I say! No matter what, you have to leave a root in my Cao family!"

Cao He did not refuse. After all, what Old Lady Cao said was right.

If his plan fails, the Cao family will be extinct, so no matter what, he should leave a descendant for the Cao family.

"Then mother can take care of the matter."

This means nodding in agreement.

Old Lady Cao immediately smiled and nodded with satisfaction: "Don't worry, I have someone I like. Tomorrow I will go to her house to announce this matter."

"Mother is not well yet, there is no need to rush in the next two days. Let's wait until she is better before going."

But Old Lady Cao sighed: "I can't wait any longer. I can't wait any longer."

That evening, Cao He rode his horse into the palace in a menacing manner.

He stayed in the imperial study for two hours and came out when it was getting dark. When he left, there was a smile on his face.

In the imperial study, Xuanyuan Che walked out slowly from behind the screen. He had heard the conversation between Emperor Shunde and Cao He from beginning to end. At this moment, his face was dark and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Emperor Shunde sat behind the desk, his expression flickering in the flickering candlelight: "Is what he said true?"

Xuanyuan Che didn't reply to him and prepared to leave.

"Stop!" Emperor Shunde slammed the table and stood up: "I am asking you a question! Is Su Su really a monster?"

Xuanyuan Che turned his head sharply, his eyes piercing the face of Emperor Shunde like a blade: "Who said Su Su is a monster? To me, there are only evil people in this world, not monsters. Do you believe whatever Cao He says?"

Emperor Shunde looked at Xuanyuan Che with cold eyes and scrutiny: "Come to think of it, I haven't seen your beloved pet for a long time, Susu, Meisusu, is it really just a coincidence?"

Xuanyuan Che clenched his fists, his brows twitched, and he didn't reply.

Emperor Shunde walked out slowly from behind the desk, with one hand behind his back, exuding the majesty of an emperor.

"I'm telling you why you suddenly broke Feng'er's leg, and why you weren't surprised at the appearance of the fox demon. I know your personality, and you definitely can't be the type to pick someone up and take him back to the palace to raise. Tell me the truth, is it true or not?"

Emperor Shunde had walked in front of Xuanyuan Che without him noticing, and when he finished speaking, his hand fell on his shoulder.

The next moment, Xuanyuan Che tilted his shoulder and grasped Emperor Shunde's arm with his big hand. With a "click", Emperor Shunde's wrist fell down weakly.

He actually broke the wrist of Emperor Shunde.

"Your Majesty!" Zhao Zhen was horrified. He immediately patted the eunuch's head and kicked him: "Go, go, go and find the imperial physician!"

Emperor Shunde broke out in sweat on his forehead and waved his hand to stop Zhao Zhen from moving forward.

He clenched his broken wrist with one hand and pulled it hard. He heard the sound of the bone returning to its original position and his wrist was able to move normally again.

Zhao Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stepped back, because according to his understanding, at a moment like this, it is better not to rush into trouble.

"You are so brave that you dare to hurt me."

Emperor Shunde moved his wrists and neck. He was angry, but not furious.

He had long been accustomed to the behavior of Xuanyuan Che, the rebellious son.

It is pitiful to see the love of parents in the world. Who asked his beloved wife to leave him with this only child? Sometimes when he was so angry that he had a headache, he thought it would be better to chop the child off.

But when he got up the next day, he looked at the other person's face, figure, and aura during the morning court session, and he began to like him again. The child he had with Jin'er was extraordinary, and the disciple was better than the father.

Xuanyuan Che looked at him: "Don't touch me."

Emperor Shunde was unhappy, and reached out to pat his shoulder again, then quickly retracted his hand: "What? What's wrong with me touching you?"

After saying that, he reached out to pat Xuanyuan Che's shoulder again, but this time he was a step slower and his wrist was suddenly clamped by Xuanyuan Che.

"Let go! I order you to let go!" Emperor Shunde shouted angrily with his face turning red with anger.

Zhao Zhen also stepped forward courageously, not daring to persuade them, and could only keep shouting "Oh my God, oh my God, someone is dying..."

As a result, he was kicked away by Emperor Shunde: "Get lost."

Zhao Zhen curled up in the corner, wanting to cry but unable to.

When gods fight, mortals suffer. It's really hard for him.