After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

Dong Jiaojiao exploded when she heard this:

"Your Highness, how could you accept that bitch into your house? She wields swords and is extremely rude. If she were to come into your house, she would definitely bully Sister Ying."

In fact, she also wanted to say, if you must accept it, why not consider her?

A trace of disgust flashed through Murong Fu's heart.

If it weren't for the fact that his mother refrained from asking questions about the imperial concubine, devoted herself to Buddhism, and didn't care about outside affairs, how could he have made an engagement with Fu Ying in order to appease his grandfather's family?

If he were to say, since they were related by blood, the position of Crown Princess should have brought him greater benefits.

As a result, all the meat ended up in his own pot.

He wasted himself.

Now he has no one in the army, and the Pingning Marquis Mansion is the home of a military general guarding the southern border. If he doesn't find a way to attract new forces to join him, how can he compete with his second brother?

My second brother's mother, Concubine Wu, is in great favor, and now she is about to gain support from another Western Rong force.

These women are jealous of each other all day long and don’t consider his future at all.

Murong Fu was very annoyed, but when he saw the beauty in front of him looking at him with tears in her eyes, he finally sighed and took her into his arms.

"You are just overthinking. Don't you understand my feelings for you? I am having a hard time in the court right now, and my second brother is about to come of age. When he does, my father will definitely pave the way for him in the court."

"Without the support of the Pingning Marquisate, I am alone and weak. How can I compete with the second brother of the emperor, Zhenglong? My Crown Princess is the most sensible. Please don't make things difficult for me!"

Murong Fu patted Fu Ying's back gently, saying sweet words one after another. After listening to his explanation, Fu Ying's previous grievances all disappeared.

She nestled in the man's arms, feeling the warmth she had been thinking about day and night, and then she said in a hoarse voice: "Then when she comes in, you are not allowed to go into her room!"

"Okay, I won't go to her room and will only favor you, okay?" Murong Fu's voice was so gentle that it seemed like water could drip out, making Fu Ying's cheeks blush.

Dong Jiaojiao, who was standing by, watched this scene with envy, staring at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and refusing to turn around and leave.

She twisted the handkerchief unconsciously in her hands, her eyes were slightly red, and the endless bitterness almost overwhelmed her.

The attentive Murong Fu accidentally saw this scene and sneered, but at the same time he felt secretly happy. As long as he controlled these women, he would not be afraid that the group of old guys would not stand on his side.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu stretched out his free little hand and gently hooked it in the direction of Dong Jiaojiao.

When Dong Jiaojiao saw the prince like this, she felt a lump in her throat. This was the first time he treated her like this, so she didn't care about anything else and immediately took two steps forward.

When they were only a foot apart, Murong Fu stretched out his free hand and touched the woman's pretty face.

One hand held Fu Ying tightly, while the other hand was comforting another injured woman.

Dong Jiaojiao was greedy for the tenderness from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at this moment.

She even thought that her years of infatuation had finally paid off.

Countless times she tried to get close to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince under the pretext of accompanying Fu Ying, but all she could see was the two lovers cuddling each other.

She was left alone, standing aside, feeling sad.

But today, her sadness, her heartache, and her infatuation were finally seen by that person.

At this moment, she could no longer control her tears.

Murong Fu gently wiped away her tears and looked at her with deep affection. In just a moment, Dong Jiaojiao completely fell for him.

Hearing footsteps, Murong Fu paused slightly, immediately let go of Dong Jiaojiao with one hand, pushed Fu Ying away with the other, straightened his clothes, as if nothing had happened.

Fu Ying was forced to push him away, bewildered. Instinctively, she wanted to speak, but she saw Murong Fu had already regained his former cool and self-assured demeanor. He said to the visitor with a hint of surprise, "Grand Eunuch, Grand Eunuch, are you here in person? Does the Emperor have something important to say?"

Wang Xing arrived at the East Palace with the imperial edict. Upon seeing Murong Fu, his old face suddenly blossomed into a chrysanthemum. He saluted first, then said, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, His Majesty has given you full authority to welcome the Northern Di and Western Rong envoys!"

This is really an unexpected surprise!

Murong Fu was so happy that he didn't know what to do. Receiving the delegation on behalf of the monarch was, in a sense, also announcing to the world his status as the crown prince!

In this way, his status and reputation will be more solid!

"Your Majesty, I accept your order! Thank you, Father!"

Wang Xing nodded and was about to leave when Murong Fu stepped forward and slipped a banknote into his sleeve. He then asked in a low voice, "Does the emperor have any other instructions? Has he met anyone else?"

Wang Xing calmly put the banknote away and replied, "Lord Qi requested an audience today, but I don't know the details."

Murong Fu's face froze for a moment. What a fox! He was so happy to take the money, but he evaded questions like this.

"Eunuch," Fu Ying stepped forward and bowed slightly. "We would like to pay our respects to Princess Zhaohua. Is that appropriate?"

Wang Xing took a step back, not daring to accept the courtesy from the future Crown Princess. He then smiled and replied, "Miss Fu, you're too polite. Um, Princess Zhaohua is currently studying court etiquette in Concubine Wu's palace!"

After saying that, he smiled without saying anything else.

It means that it is not suitable to entertain guests now.

"What about Princess Zhaoyang?"

Wang Xing: "The princess is embroidering her wedding dress!"

Not suitable for entertaining guests either!

Fu Ying paused slightly, her expression extremely ugly.

One by one, they were hidden so deeply in the palace.

She didn't even have the slightest chance to get close to him.

Forget it, forget it. He seems to be a vulgar person. It’s better not to see him!

After Wang Xing left, Murong Fuxing enthusiastically summoned the officials of the Eastern Palace to discuss how to receive the delegation.

Upon seeing this, Fu Ying and Dong Jiaojiao took their leave.

When they reached the outside of the East Palace, Fu Ying asked, "Jiaojiao, what's wrong with you? Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?"

She was a little uncomfortable because there was no one to speak for her just now.

Dong Jiaojiao has a hot temper and always likes to stand in front of her and fight for her. But for some reason, she didn't say a word just now.

Dong Jiaojiao shook her head. "I'm fine. I just saw that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince loves you so much, and I'm a little envious. I wonder when I can meet my true love!"

Fu Ying thought of the tender companionship just now, and a blush instantly appeared on her beautiful face. Considering that her good sister was still there, she comforted her, "Don't worry, Jiaojiao. When the time comes, I will definitely ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to find you a handsome young man."

When Dong Jiaojiao heard this, her fingers unconsciously pinched into her palms.

The best man in the world is right beside her.

But her best sister had no idea what was in her heart.

Thinking of His Highness's responses just now, Dong Jiaojiao secretly swore in her heart that she must marry into the Eastern Palace in this life, even if it means being a concubine!

If she can't compare with Fu Ying, can't she compare with Zhang Wanyu?

They are all from the families of military generals, and her ancestors were even founding heroes. Her Cheng'en Marquis Mansion is also considered an old-fashioned aristocratic family in Shengjing.