Become the Queen with the Space System

The young boy, who is still childish, has a calm face that does not match his age.

At such a young age, he starts hiding his true self.

No wonder both Xuan Jingyuan and Ye Ying had such awkward personalities when they grew up.

Ultimately, it was all because of Xiaotao.

Perhaps he felt that it was he who caused Xiaotao to suffer an unexpected disaster.

Or maybe he felt that it was he who caused Xiaotao to be killed.

Whatever the reason.

Yeying took all the blame on himself.

So how much did that small body have to endure that there was no trace of true emotion in those clear eyes.

Looking at Ye Ying and Song Weiting practicing martial arts, how could a little kid be so strong?

"Eighth Prince, how about we stop here today?" Song Weiting couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

Every day, Yeying practices here until sunset.

He couldn't persuade him no matter what, he was just afraid that Ye Ying's body wouldn't be able to take it.

After all, the child in front of him is only nine years old, and he can't keep up with the physique of an adult.

And now Yeying's training volume has caught up with that of an adult soldier.

How could Song Weiting not be worried?

"General Song, I can still continue practicing." The beads of sweat on his forehead never dried.

Yeying's voice was breathless when he spoke.

It was obvious that he had reached the limit of his body. Others might not be able to see it, but how could Song Weiting, a martial artist, not see it?

"Eighth Prince, I am truly terrified. If the Eighth Prince insists on doing this, I will not be able to continue teaching you. Please choose another reputable teacher."

Song Yanzhi didn't expect Song Weiting to say such a thing.

I thought Song Weiting would comfort Ye Ying no matter what.

The first thing he said was to ask Ye Ying to find another teacher. With Ye Ying's stubborn temper, how could she possibly listen to Song Weiting?

"Once a teacher, always a father. I have already recognized General Song as my master. How can I be his disciple twice?"

The words spoken by that small body were totally inappropriate for Ye Ying's current age.

Song Weiting also heard a little about what happened to Ye Ying.

All the faults were buried because of the death of that palace maid.

The emperor also decided not to investigate who was behind Xiaotao.

Because the emperor has already decided on the candidate for the crown prince.

As long as the prince is not Xuan Jingyuan, naturally no one will target Xuan Jingyuan anymore.

It seems to be the choice that is most considerate of Ye Ying, but in fact it only marginalizes Ye Ying.

What will be the fate of a marginalized prince? Xuan Yujue is a living example.

And now Xuan Jingyuan is only nine years old, and he has to endure all this.

Song Yanzhi couldn't help but feel sorry for the person in front of him.

"Eighth Prince, I roughly know what has happened to you over the years.

That's why I don't want to see you overexerting yourself like this.

Regardless of what the future holds, I hope the Eighth Prince can conserve his energy and build up his strength for the future."

Ye Ying didn't seem to expect Song Weiting to say such a thing.

He knew that Song Weiting was a famous war god in Dongyu.

If he could learn powerful kung fu like Song Weiting, perhaps the people around him would not be hurt because of him.

Even lose your life.

"General, do you know? I have the blood of the ancient country in my body, so Xiaotao died."

If his father had not insisted on making him the crown prince, the group of people behind the scenes would not have poisoned Xiao Tao.

Think back to the things that can no longer be changed.

Ye Ying had a sad look on his face.

"So, you chose to learn martial arts from me because you want to protect the people around you?"

Yeying nodded heavily.

When Song Weiting saw Ye Ying's appearance, he put away his serious expression and showed a kind face.

“You are still young. If you injure yourself from overtraining, you may never be able to learn martial arts again.

Is this what you wanted?"

Ye Ying had no idea about this. He simply thought that as long as he practiced enough, he would become stronger.

Children's minds are always simple.

"General, what should I do? It seems like everything I do is wrong.

If only my mother hadn't given birth to me, Xiao Tao wouldn't have died because of me."

It seems that Xiaotao's death has cast a thick shadow on Yeying's heart.

As he spoke, Ye Ying's eyes turned red.

It seemed like he hadn't shown vulnerability in front of others for a long time. Ye Ying was so shocked that he immediately reached out and wiped his eyes hard.

Trying not to let the tears fall.

Song Weiting saw all of Ye Ying's stubbornness.

"Eighth Prince, if you don't mind, how about I call you 'Jing Yuan' while you practice martial arts with me?"

Intimate terms can bring people closer together.

Ye Ying nodded without thinking and agreed with Song Weiting.

"Then, Jingyuan, from now on, you should not call me General Song, but call me 'Master'.

You are my apprentice, Song Weiting, and I will definitely teach you everything I have learned in my life.

If you master all my skills, killing the enemy in battle will be no problem.

It’s just…” Song Weiting paused deliberately.

Ye Ying stared at Song Weiting with a pair of sparkling eyes filled with tears.

"Just what?" He was eager to know the answer.

Song Weiting rubbed Ye Ying's little head lovingly.

“However, you have to listen to Master, you are still young and your body is still developing.

How can I train continuously for a long time? If I really hurt my foundation, I may never be able to learn martial arts in the future.

Do you really want to be like this?"

Originally, Ye Ying thought Song Weiting was just trying to scare him.

They stopped him because they were afraid of being blamed.

I didn't expect that Song Weiting was considering his health.

Those stupid thoughts just now made Ye Ying's cheeks blush with shame.

"I'm sorry, Master, I...I..." Ye Ying hesitated, and Song Weiting knew what was going on in this little head.

“I started practicing martial arts at the age of twelve, and at first, my master didn’t allow me to train extensively.

I didn't practice as much as you do now when I was twelve, so how can I not be worried?

Since I promised the emperor that I would ask you to learn martial arts, I naturally have to take responsibility.

It’s definitely not that I’m afraid of taking responsibility, I’m doing this for your future.

Maybe your mind is no longer on Dongyu, no matter where you go in the future.

At least your body is your greatest asset. If you choose to trust me, Master will definitely not let you down."

Song Yanzhi faced such a scene.

Unexpectedly, she would be the first person to shed tears.

It was the first time she saw Song Weiting so close.

Song Weiting's image really fits her imagination of the word "father".

In her mind, her father should be like Song Weiting.

Kind and majestic.

"Master, I will listen to you carefully."

The childish voice was so firm.

No wonder, when Ye Ying grew up, apart from not knowing how to coax girls, he really grew up to be a man as upright as Song Weiting.

Song Yanzhi was immersed in this brief beauty.

She almost forgot the purpose of her coming here.

She wanted to take Ye Ying away from this illusion, but how come she herself was addicted to it?

After waking up, Song Yanzhi was about to continue.

A girl's figure was running from a distance.

The figure came closer and closer, still shouting: "Daddy, Daddy."

Until she threw herself into Song Weiting's arms.