Mother, I have returned to the throne.

Condolences?

Why are you expressing your condolences?

The sudden movement startled Song Youji and General Zhao, who were still deep in thought.

It’s the middle of the night, is this house haunted?

The two of them subconsciously raised their heads and saw the third prince, Song Qi, stumbling forward.

This young man is so uncouth.

He knelt in front of Song Youji and wiped his tears and snot on Song Youji's trouser legs.

The emperor was stunned by this sudden scene.

Third brother, are you crazy?

His eyes widened and he looked straight at his son in front of him.

But in Song Qi's eyes, this scene was as if Song Youji was extremely sad and lost his soul!

He became more certain of his previous thoughts. What was he waiting for if he didn't show it now?

He hardened his heart and pinched his waist hard, tears streaming down his face.

"Father, I heard the news of my eldest brother's death and rushed here immediately. He brought glory to our country, but who knew he would die young? Father, you must not be overly sad. You must be strong..."

Outside the front hall.

The three members of the Huben Army that Song Yuan had just subdued turned around and glared at Song Qi when they heard this.

What the hell are you talking about?

Is this third prince crazy?

His Highness is clearly alive and well, where did he get the news?

It looks pretty good now!

General Zhao, who was standing by, came to his senses at this moment. He couldn't bear to see the third prince fall into the pit and blinked repeatedly.

Unfortunately.

When had Song Qi ever looked him in the eye?

He didn't even notice General Zhao's hint!

As for Song Youji, his face turned pale and his body trembled slightly when he heard this.

I'm so angry!

But Song Qi didn't understand what was going on and thought that his cheap father was just too sad.

I quickly opened my mouth to offer some comfort.

"Father, you are so busy with your daily affairs, please take care of your health. Father, please don't be silent, aren't you trying to scare me?"

"Your Majesty, my eldest brother passed away early. It was a sign of God's envy of talent. But don't worry, I will be there for the Qin Dynasty in the future. I will definitely inherit my eldest brother's courage and take on the responsibility!"

Okay, okay, you want me to talk, right?

Song Youji was very angry at these words, and anger rose in his heart.

His eyes glowed red, he stood up, waved his hand and slapped Song Qi hard on the cheek!

Snapped……

The clear sound of a slap echoed throughout the venue.

Song Youji's angry shout was heard clearly throughout the entire courtyard.

"You son of a bitch, do you really want your brother to die?"

The third prince Song Qi was completely stunned, but he still couldn't come to his senses.

He just thought that his father was too sad and wanted to take his anger out on him.

Well, what's wrong with me slapping you twice?

Come to your senses, do you still feel that you owe me?

In order to make the trick more effective, he suppressed the humiliation in his heart, moved forward again, and hugged Song Youji's thigh.

"Father, I know you're sad. If beating me makes you feel better, I'll accept it even if you beat me to death!"

"But Father, you have to be more open-minded. As the saying goes, the dead cannot be resurrected. I don't want my elder brother to leave either, but God is jealous of talented people. Father, you must not get angry and ruin your health because of this. When the time comes, when the time comes..."

"Third brother, what are you doing?"

The Third Prince Song Qi's crying suddenly stopped. He hugged Song Youji's thighs, his mouth wide open, and there was no movement for a long time.

While he was still grieving, he suddenly saw Song Yuan who had rushed over after hearing the news.

Damn it.

Am I hallucinating?

The dead are alive?

Or is the big brother in front of me a ghost?

Thinking back to Song Youji's previous actions, Song Qi finally understood.

Damn, big brother is not dead!

No wonder this cheap guy wanted to hit me!

Isn't this stupid?

Cursing someone else's eldest son to death in front of others.

It’s over now, how should this end?

For a moment, Song Qi was so confused that he even forgot that he was still hugging Song Youji's thigh!

"roll!"

Seeing his third son was so disappointing, Song Youji got angry and kicked him.

This kick is extremely powerful.

For a moment, Song Qi was like a ball, rolling around in the front hall.

"Open your eyes wide and look at me! This is your elder brother! Didn't you say he was dead? So the one in front of you is a zombie?"

"Why don't you go and call someone to pray for your elder brother's soul?"

"It's not Father, please listen to my explanation, I... I..."

The third prince bumped into the door threshold and finally stopped. He wanted to explain immediately, but he couldn't think of a suitable reason for a long time.

Song Youji was even more angry. Why was the third brother so disappointing?

He gasped for air, and thinking of what had happened to Bulma, he quickly patted his chest.

"Get out, get out of here!"

"I see you're free now, so you can say anything. From now on, you don't have to go back home!"

"Go to the Imperial Ancestral Temple and kneel there for three days and three nights! No one is going to bring him food. Keep an eye on him! I'm going to starve this little bastard to death!"

When the third prince heard this, he was completely dumbfounded.

The Taimiao of the Qin Dynasty was a place where ancestors were enshrined. Song Youji's arrangement was equivalent to asking him to ask the ancestors for punishment.

That's easy to say.

The key point is not eating or drinking for three days and three nights. Who can bear it?

"Still not leaving?"

It was not until Song Youji shouted angrily that the Third Prince Song Qi had to accept the reality with a sullen face.

Kneel down!

There's no way this will end without kneeling!

"My son, go ahead!"

After bowing to Song Youji, the Third Prince left the front hall with a gloomy face.

On the way, he cursed his cheap father-in-law in his heart.

It was all that bad idea of ​​that old dog Lin Fu!

Would this have happened without this old dog’s suggestion?

Now, I'm going to kneel down in the Taimiao. If I can survive this time, I will fight you, old dog, to the death!

In the front hall.

Seeing the third prince retreating in disgrace, Song Yuan was overjoyed.

He walked forward and comforted Song Youji.

After much persuasion, I finally persuaded this cheap guy to come to the dinner table!

While the other party was angry, Song Yuan ate a lot. He touched his belly and estimated that he was almost full.

Only then did he start to flatter her and tell her about Bulma.

After hearing that the barbarian old dog had suffered a setback, Song Youji's mood gradually improved.

But when he thought of the farce caused by the third prince before, Song Youji glared at Song Yuan in annoyance.

"It's all your fault. Remember this. From now on, if you dare to gamble your life with others again, I will take your life first!"

"Your son obeys your order!" Song Yuan is now obedient. You, the third prince, have made your father angry. Isn't this a chance for me to show my ability?

"By the way, who spread the news of the eldest prince's death?"

Seeing that Song Yuan was quite cooperative, Song Youji's expression relaxed a lot, but he turned around and glanced at the housekeeper standing beside him.

Song Youji spoke deliberately, determined to teach this half-dead slave a lesson!

"Your Majesty, it's me..."

"Stop talking! Take him away and give him thirty lashes of the cane. From now on, banish him from the Crown Prince's residence!"

What Song Youji wanted was not an explanation at all, he just wanted to vent his anger.

Seeing the butler stand up, he didn't even give him a chance to speak, and simply waved his hand to sentence the man to death!

"Father, this..."

"Cut the nonsense!"

Seeing this, Song Yuan stepped forward, forced a smile, and prepared to plead.

Song Youji glared and immediately swallowed his words back!

"This slave can't even report the news, so what's the point of keeping him around?"

On the surface, Song Yuan looked a little regretful, but in fact, he was already smiling brightly in his heart.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

The butler asked for trouble and now he is in trouble. Without Song Youji's spy by his side, he can do whatever he wants, right?

When Song Yuan thought of this, he felt excited, but he didn't expect Song Youji to suddenly speak.

"Song Yuan, you've done a great deed this time by defeating the barbarians. Plus, you exposed their evil scheme at the morning court. With these two achievements combined, what reward do you want?"