Mother, I have returned to the throne.

Deep inside the palace.

After sunset.

Song Youji finally got a moment of leisure.

The recent entanglement with the barbarians has really given him a headache.

Served by the concubines, Song Youji picked up the wine glass, looked at the two side dishes in front of him, and sighed with a smile.

"Even a great emperor like me can't escape the life of eating and drinking. Gambling in the palace every day, how can I compare to the carefree life of drinking and writing poetry?"

After he finished speaking, he drank the whole drink in one gulp, and Song Youji felt a surge of poetic inspiration in his heart.

He was about to order his concubines to bring paper and pen.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden burst of chaotic footsteps outside the palace.

"Your Majesty, something bad has happened!"

Eunuch Qiu came over in a panic, and under Song Youji's gaze, he hurriedly explained the whole story.

"Your Majesty, the eldest prince Song Yuan is betting with the high priest Bulma in front of his house. This time, his life is at stake again!"

"According to the city guards, after the two made the bet, the eldest prince was probably at a disadvantage. They faintly heard Bulma's laughter outside the crowd."

"Now I'm afraid only Your Majesty can come forward and save the eldest prince's life!"

damn it.

This boss just can't make me worry!

I'm just having a drink and you come to disturb my elegance.

Why is it so annoying?

Song Youji frowned, his heart full of complaints.

But in the end, he still stood up the next second.

Not to mention the recent achievements made by Song Yuan, let’s just say that Song Youji discovered that he owed Song Yuan before.

My eldest son has lived for most of his life and has never even used a brush because he is so poor.

Now that he is nearly dead, and I, as his father, don’t save him, won’t people point fingers at him and scold him in the future?

"Someone, prepare the horses, prepare the horses quickly!"

As he spoke, Song Youji took two steps at a time and walked out of the palace gate in a hurry.

In his anxiety, he didn't bother to wait and stepped forward to stop the warhorse used by the imperial guards for patrol.

He turned over and waved his hand.

We must lead everyone to rescue the situation!

For a moment, Song Youji rode his horse madly in front, and the imperial guards along the way followed behind him.

Except for a few people who were riding horses, the others ran all the way and almost broke their legs.

Fortunately.

In front of the palace gate, Song Youji pulled the reins and slowly stopped, giving everyone a chance to catch their breath.

"His Majesty!"

It turned out that there was a man kneeling on the ground, wearing the uniform of the city guards.

"But are you here to report something about the eldest prince?"

When Song Youji saw this, he felt something in his heart.

Seeing the other party nod, he frowned anxiously and urged.

"What are you city guards doing here? The prince is in trouble, don't you know how to help?"

"He's the high priest, but this is the imperial city of our Great Qin, after all. What are you still standing here for? Go back and tell that bastard surnamed Sun that if anything happens to my son today, I'll kill his entire family tomorrow!"

Song Youji was so concerned about Song Yuan's safety at the moment that he had no time to listen to anyone's nagging.

Without waiting for his subordinates to speak, he had already vented all his dissatisfaction.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to set off again, the city guard who had been scolded finally raised his head, with a look of grievance, and muttered softly.

"Your Majesty, you are mistaken... It's not the Crown Prince who is in trouble, it's the barbarians who are causing a disaster!"

"Oh?" Song Youji frowned.

What the hell is going on?

Something will happen to the boss soon and he will die soon.

The barbarians are causing trouble and it looks like it will be quite a big deal.

What exactly happened in the imperial city in this short moment?

"Tell me quickly, what happened?"

"Your Majesty, the eldest prince led his men to force their way into the post station, blocking all the barbarians inside, and clamoring to take away the barbarians' war horses!"

Isn't this stupid?

Song Youji was furious, but the next second he was completely stunned.

He clearly told me a second ago that the boss was about to die.

Now the boss has suddenly become so brave again.

What exactly happened here?

No, we have to go to the scene quickly.

Let’s see what the boss is up to again!

"It's not okay for the boss to bully others. Everyone, follow us and hurry up!"

……

In front of the post station.

Song Yuan brought his servants and blocked the front and back exits.

With his hands on his hips, he shouted from a distance.

"Bulma, you old turtle, where are you? We agreed before that if I win the bet, you will give me the warhorse. Why are you silent now?"

"Give it to him, give it to him!"

Inside the inn, Bulma, who was furious, waved her hand angrily.

However, the adjutant was prepared to fight to the bitter end.

"High Priest, if these war horses are lost, how will we return home?"

"This is not just a warhorse, it's also the face of us barbarians!"

Do the barbarians still have any dignity?

Do I still have any dignity?

Bulma was even more furious when she heard this.

Ma Manyi and I have long lost all face!

Besides, if I don’t give that kid a warhorse, he will just keep shouting outside the door.

Does this mean you can save face?

"Hey, you old turtle, you're pretending not to hear anything, right?"

"Just wait, I'm going to find some storytellers right now and turn the story of you and Widow Wang, as well as the story of the village old cow, into a dozen or so episodes!"

"Even though you're such a scoundrel, you can't allow me to spread rumors?"

"I want to see if you can become famous in this imperial city. How can you have the dignity to leave this imperial city?"

"My Lord, you've made enough noise. It's time to go back!"

The more Song Yuan cursed, the more excited he became, but the official at the post station nearby had a headache.

It’s not right to let Song Yuan make such a fuss all the time.

But today I have learned a lot.

It has always been the barbarians who bullied people, but this is the first time I see people bullying barbarians.

This eldest prince is truly a true dragon among men. He blocked this group of barbarians at the door and scolded them. Who else in the world can do that?

"Grand Prince, His Majesty has probably heard the news by now. If you don't leave now, it will be too late!"

The official at the post station reminded this with some kindness.

But Song Yuan waved his hand and brought out the previous bet with confidence!

"Look carefully, what is this? This is something Bulma personally signed with his hand!"

"Am I causing trouble? I'm just retrieving what's mine. Is that wrong?"

"Tell your people to get out of the way quickly and don't block my way. Do you really think I won't dare to hit you just because we're family?"

"When I get mad, I'll even beat myself up, so be careful!"

Seeing that the official was so ignorant, Song Yuan couldn't help but threaten him.

This time, Bulma in the inn finally couldn't sit still anymore.

The high priest decided to fight to the death, and he still had one last trump card!

squeak...

On the second floor, with the doors and windows wide open, Bulma poked her head out.

Looking down at Song Yuan, he asked back.

"Your Highness, there's a saying in your Great Qin: 'Forgive others when you can.' You're so aggressive. I want to ask you, do you dare to bet with me again?"

"I bother!"

Song Yuan became furious when he heard this. Are you addicted to gambling?

The times saved you. If you were in the cannibalistic society I live in, you would be nothing but a gambler!

"High Priest, it's not that I don't want to bet with you, I just want to ask, what else can you bet with me now?"

Faced with such questioning, Bulma was speechless for a moment.

What else do you have?

"High Priest, how about this? Just like before, if I lose, I'll give you my head. But if you lose, you have to take off all your clothes and run around naked in this imperial city. Not only that, you have to climb on all fours and bark like a dog the whole way!"

puff……

This time Bulma didn't respond for a long time. The moment she heard Song Yuan's conditions, the old dog finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

A mouthful of old blood spurted out far away.

It fell on Song Yuan's head like rain!

"You're going too far, old dog! I was just joking with you, and you spit at me!"

puff……

Bulma couldn't hold it back any longer, and this time her body softened and she fell backwards.