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

Chapter 1962

Emperor Zhaowu then said, "If I had not cared about human ethics, why would I have stopped your wedding?" He said sincerely and eagerly, "Father, don't worry, I will not hurt Madam Tang. She is fine, I promise."

Xiao Yunde's heart, which had been hanging for days, was a little relieved. He thought of many situations and scenes, and every time he thought of the torture that Chu Jun might suffer, he felt so painful that he wanted to die.

Compared with this, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that Tang Chujun fell into the hands of Emperor Zhaowu.

Even at this moment, Xiao Yunde felt a sense of fear, fearing that he would anger Emperor Zhaowu and turn to harm Tang Chujun.

The raised hand just fell down dejectedly, and the palm was numb.

Emperor Zhaowu didn't care, still immersed in the fantasy he had woven for himself, "I originally only thought that my sister was smart and lovely, but since when did I start to have different feelings for her?"

He sat down, trying to recall in the candlelight, his eyes fell on the flickering candle flame, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of his lips.

"Perhaps it was that time when she came to see me with her pregnant belly and bluntly said that she was the one who planned the matter of Eunuch An." The emperor's slender fingers gently stroked the edge of the teacup, "That frank and cunning look has been branded in my heart."

His eyes gradually became blurred, as if he saw Anxia standing against the light that day again.

"At that time, the Prince Consort was still alive. I didn't dare and had no intention of overstepping the bounds." Emperor Zhaowu chuckled with a hint of self-mockery, "But I couldn't help it and kept running to the Young Master's residence. Even if... even if I could only wait far away in the courtyard of the Shen Court Envoy..."

"Even though I wasn't qualified to wait outside the delivery room, I still felt sweet and fulfilled." His voice grew softer and softer. "At that time, I thought, it's fine to just wait from afar. This feeling... doesn't need to be known to her."

As he finished speaking, the candle flame popped, making his eyes and brows look particularly profound.

Emperor Zhaowu suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Yunde, "Father, now the prince consort is dead. Life is long, and the imperial sister will eventually marry again. Can you bear to see her marry someone who treats her badly? What if he treats the child badly? What if that person hides deeply and is actually a violent person? Father, can you bear it?"

Xiao Yunde moved his lips several times, wanting to say "The prince consort is not dead", but swallowed the words back.

The situation before me is even more unspeakable.

The candlelight stretched Xiao Yunde's shadow very long, casting a lonely shadow on the palace wall. He felt something swelling and painful in his chest, and felt very sad.

Seeing his father's expression soften somewhat, Emperor Zhaowu began to lobby again, "Father, a woman like Xia'er was born to be a royal consort. It's such a waste for her to only manage her fiefdom. She should join me in protecting the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Northern Wing and the people...Father, she's a natural-born phoenix girl! Is she not worthy of being my empress?"

Xiao Yunde was stunned.

It was the first time he knew that his son was so eloquent. Great, great, very good!

He now had only one thought in mind, "Don't hurt Chu Jun! She is Xia'er's mother. If you hurt her, Xia'er will fight you to the death."

Emperor Zhaowu shook his head, "Don't worry, Father. Madam Tang is doing well now."

Xiao Yunde heard the two key words from this sentence, which was a blatant threat: Currently!

It's fine for now! If he, the emperor, goes against the emperor, then Tang Chujun's life will not be guaranteed.

Xiao Yunde took a lot of effort to restrain himself from hitting anyone.

Emperor Zhaowu did not want to be an enemy of the emperor, so he said frankly, "Father, as long as I marry Xia'er, I promise you that I will give you a happy ending."

"What is perfection?" Xiao Yunde was so angry that his heart itched, and he asked with gritted teeth.

"Then arrange a different identity for Madam Tang, and you two can live your life in peace and contentment. Xia'er and I will guard this vast country. Father, what do you say?"