The wish of the Qing Dynasty is fulfilled

Hongli, who was "married far away" to the outside of the Great Wall, was not very well received.

None of Mog, his wives, and children were willing to look at him in a good light. If it weren't for Fat Orange's last bit of fatherly love that gave him guards, he would probably have suffered a lot before he could escape back to his own... uh... princess palace.

Although Mog was holding his breath, the emperor was not a magnanimous person, and no matter how angry he was, he could not fight with his son.

But his wives, both big and small, don't care about this.

No matter how powerful the emperor is, can he control everything in the world and still control what happens in their backyard?

This shameless little vixen doesn't look like a serious guy. What serious man has a fair and tender face like him and a fragrant body?!

In the past, I only knew that most of the daughters of the royal family who were married off were reluctant to accept the marriage. They all stayed in the princess's mansion and cried every day, and had no temper to care about what the men did.

Who would have thought that they were so lucky. Moge would bring back sticky candy every time he went to the capital, and she had never heard of a man shamelessly forcing himself to marry another man!

"This must be the new...boy sister, right? She looks like a well-educated and well-mannered lady from a wealthy family, quite different from other men."

Mog's wife racked her brains before she spoke. After all, these were the only two elegant words in her mind. After she finished speaking, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Hongli, waiting to see the weakling blushing and crying because of the humiliation.

Hongli had been prepared since the day his "innocence was ruined" and knew clearly what he would face in the future.

It was obvious that the woman in front of him had bad intentions. If he really got angry, it would be a disgrace and would damage his dignity.

Hongli's eyes seemed to be shining like water, but he held himself in a proper posture, his back straight, and spoke word by word:

"I was also taught by the Emperor in person in the palace. Perhaps I have learned a little bit of my father's skills, which is why my sister thinks I am different from ordinary people."

Hongli is a chatterbox and is therefore very suitable for hanging out in the backyard. He starts to accuse others as soon as he comes up.

The answer is: I take after my father!

You know my dad, he’s the most powerful one!

Unfortunately, his opponent was not the elegant type in the capital who was used to shooting arrows with his mouth, but a standard power player, a female eagle among female eagles.

She had no idea what Hongli meant by all the chatter he was saying, and she felt that this boy was really shameless, as if he really took what she had just said as a compliment.

"Don't call me sister. I don't have a brother like that. A weak and stupid brother like that is better fed to wolves."

She said this in Mongolian, but Hongli understood it, and he became even more angry. What a stupid shrew, she doesn't even know how to curse people behind their backs. Does she think I'm deaf?

When he glanced around, he saw that the old man Mog, whom he had "married", was pretending to be dead and didn't say a word. The other women were also staring at him with fierce faces. There were also those half-grown radish heads, who were as black as charcoal. The only white part of their faces was the whites of their eyes that were rolled up at him.

Hongli: “…”

Woohoo, please God open your eyes. How could such a good little boy like me end up in such a miserable state?

Look around you, there isn't a single good thing!

His inner cry came to an abrupt end the next second——

Because a figure was walking slowly towards them. They were approaching against the light, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but their figures were majestic, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and strong arms... slurp.

When he came closer, Hongli swallowed subconsciously.

Hongli had seen many weak, fair-skinned men in the capital, so it was a big shock for him to suddenly come into close contact with a dark, rough man. Especially when the other person's pair of extremely black phoenix eyes looked at him, Hongli felt his heartbeat slow down for a beat.

Ah, this is damn...heart-beating!

The man looked at Hongli and then stood in front of him. To Hongli's surprise, the other party actually saluted him.

He is indeed the man who made me fall in love at first sight. It turns out that masculinity is not all his strengths, he is also very polite!

"Lama Darza has met the Khatun."

Hongli was just about to reach out and help the other person up, but the smile on his face froze completely when he realized what he had just heard. He just stood there in a daze, dumbfounded.

WTF? !

He actually called me "Khatun"!

I was wondering why the name Lama Darza sounded so familiar?

This is clearly Mog's eldest son!!

No, Mog, you are just an ordinary potato. Which gene mutated to give birth to such an outstanding eldest son?

One second he was overwhelmed by crush, and the next second it became little dad literature. Whether it was the ups and downs of mood swings or some kind of alternative stimulation that transcended ethics, it was enough to make Hongli drink a pot.

Lama Darza, who had been bowing for a long time but received no response, said: “.”

Okay, okay, you're just trying to show off your power to me here, right?

I wanted to save your face, but you insisted on using it as an insole. Just wait for me!