Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1908

Cen Yuan was tying the silk ribbon of his nightgown when he heard this. "No." The candlelight cast shadows of varying shades between his brows. "Do you... trust him that much?"

Shi Anxia thought for a moment, "Don't you believe him?"

Cen Yuan suddenly rested her head on Shi Anxia's legs, her moon-white middle-length dress loosely wrapped around her body.

The collar was slightly open, revealing half of his jade-like clavicle. However, an old scar next to his clavicle was noticeable, which broke the appearance of this fallen fairy and revealed a bit of restrained elegance.

His features were rather cold, but the fine linen fabric shone softly, softening his sharp features.

His fingers were casually fiddling with the silk ribbon around his waist, his slender knuckles looking even more distinct against the plain satin.

Cen Yuan looked at the top of the tent and said calmly, "He was considered diligent in his early years, but he didn't have many people to rely on, so he was easily gullible. He cultivated his own forces to fight for power and position in order to save his life. But he was poor, and his cultivation was a mess."

As for the chips in Xiao Zhi's hand, he had no qualifications to fight for the throne and power, and he couldn't even save his life.

Shi Anxia fully agreed with this point.

If Xiao Zhi was stronger, he wouldn't have been hunted down so miserably in his previous life and almost died.

Cen Yuan added, "I have no way of knowing his character. On the surface, he is naturally much stronger than Prince Jin." As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at his wife.

From this angle, he could just see his wife's graceful jawline. The curve from the earlobe to the back of the neck was as smooth as a jade carving.

A strand of scattered black hair was hanging on the side of her slender neck, rising and falling gently with her breathing, like a stroke of ink that was accidentally smudged on a fine brush painting.

"Well, I'm blind, that's why I like Prince Jin." Shi Anxia lowered her eyes and glared at him.

"Just admit it." Cen Yuan smiled faintly and reached out to hook her chin. "Pull back from the brink, you're a good girl."

She slapped his hand away and was also amused. Thinking of his careful thoughts when he stopped her from going to Baoguo Temple after she was reborn, she couldn't help but sigh softly and said slowly, "If I hadn't been reborn and married to King Jin according to the trajectory, what would you have done?"

Cen Yuan stopped smiling and said calmly, "I'll kill him, and you'll become a widow and marry me."

Shi Anxia gently stroked the scar on his neck with her hand, without saying a word, but a sweet feeling inexplicably spread in her heart.

Cen Yuan sat up straight abruptly, the loose collar of his shirt opening a little wider. "I supported Xiao Zhi to take the throne simply because you chose him to sit on the throne in your previous life. It's also because I wanted to support someone to rival the Prince of Jin. But, Xia'er..."

He suddenly leaned forward, two clusters of dark flames dancing in his pupils, "An emperor who has never experienced war, a monarch who has never shed blood for the throne, when power is within his grasp, do you really think he can always be as bright and clear as in his previous life?"

Shi Anxia's eyes suddenly darkened, and her heartbeat was like a drum. "So... you chose to escape during the transition of imperial power because... you wanted to test the emperor's character?"

"For me, it's just a coincidence." Cen Yuan frowned, rested his head on Shi Anxia's legs again, and placed his fist on his forehead. "However, for the emperor, this is his final plan to protect the North Wing."

If something goes wrong with Emperor Zhaowu, at least there is one last hidden barrier on the northern wing.

Shi Anxia suddenly understood the good intentions of the retired emperor from these few short sentences.

He was protecting the loyal ministers and generals they had chosen to stay, keeping them safe for the rest of their lives, contributing to the court, and adding luster to the prosperity of the Northern Wing without leaving any regrets.

One emperor and one courtier!

The emperor's position as regent does not mean he can tell the emperor what to do in every matter. Over time, resentment and murderous intent will grow.

The new emperor would eventually adjust the court officials and generals according to his own preferences. If one day, the new emperor became the next king who caused the destruction of the Northern Wing Kingdom, at least there would be a force to restrain him.

"This was proposed by the Emperor himself." Cen Yuan smiled faintly, "If anyone wants to bully the Emperor, it should be him, not us."