Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

Prince Li strode into the hall with a face full of rage, startling Emperor Sheng An so much that he quickly said, "Uncle, calm down!"

Prince Li glared at him sarcastically, "Your Majesty, in your eyes, is Prince Li's Mansion a thorn in your side? If so, then I will take them to their fiefdom immediately!"

Emperor Sheng An was shocked and angry. He argued anxiously: "Uncle, I absolutely do not have such thoughts!"

Not to mention how prestigious Zhan Yan and Li Wang are in the army, the current Sheng Dynasty alone is completely dependent on them.

They are the foundation of the dynasty!

If they leave, there will probably be great chaos in the court.

On his own, he was completely unable to suppress those aristocratic families.

He spoke quickly, "Uncle, it's my fault. I shouldn't have indulged Yu'er's feelings just because he was injured. I've already explained this to Wanwan and I won't force Little Meow Meow!"

He quickly pulled Xiao Yu out from behind him and said, "Hurry up and apologize to your great uncle. Tell him you shouldn't have made such an impolite request!"

Xiao Yu knelt on the ground trembling all over

"Please forgive me, Granduncle. It's Yu'er's fault. Please don't blame my father!"

Prince Li said calmly, "I don't blame your father. I just think the Second Prince should go to the imperial mausoleum to mourn for the Queen. He is your mother!"

Xiao Yu turned pale with fright. It was not until this moment that he felt the fear and uneasiness welling up from his heart.

He thought he could use a little trick to control his father and force him to let Little Meow Meow into the palace so that he could bully her.

But she didn't expect that she had such a powerful backer behind her.

He completely forgot about Prince Li who could overthrow the court of Sheng Dynasty!

He sniffed and said, "Granduncle, Yu'er really knows his mistake. Please don't drive me away, okay? I will never dare to make unreasonable requests again. Please forgive me this time!"

He cried so bitterly that Emperor Sheng An felt his heart ache when he heard it.

He whispered, "Uncle, Yu'er is still young. He won't survive if he goes to the imperial mausoleum. Please let him stay. I've already let him down, and I absolutely cannot let him get hurt again!"

Prince Li nodded and said, "I didn't say that he must go to the imperial mausoleum to observe mourning. You can keep him in the Prince's Palace!"

Emperor Sheng An's face suddenly showed joy: "Thank you, uncle!"

Prince Li's next words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar: "This prince will take Wanwan and the others with him, along with Zhan Yan, to the imperial mausoleum. After burying the queen, we will go to our fiefdom in southern Zhejiang. Your Majesty, please take care!"

Emperor Sheng An's expression suddenly changed. He said anxiously, "Uncle, do you really have to force me like this? You know very well that the Sheng Dynasty cannot do without you!"

Prince Li gave a self-deprecating smile: "Your Majesty may not really think so!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Emperor Sheng An wanted to catch up, but when he looked down at Xiao Yu kneeling on the ground, his steps suddenly stopped.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Yu'er, why are you forcing me?"

Xiao Yu was on the verge of collapse. He didn't expect things to become so serious. He just wanted to teach little Miaomiao a lesson.

He has lost his mother, so shouldn't Aunt Wan also experience the pain of losing a loved one?

But why are they leaving?

Where can they go?

His father is the emperor, the whole world belongs to him, and no one can escape from his palm.

He spoke tremblingly: "Father, I was wrong, I already know it was wrong, what else do you want me to do?"

Emperor Sheng An wiped the tears from his cheeks and said, "Silly child, you shouldn't show your resentment. Father can't protect you this time!"

Xiao Yu nervously reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes. "Father, are you sending me to the Imperial Mausoleum to mourn for our mother? Aren't they saying it's extremely cold there? Will I freeze to death?"

Emperor Sheng An wanted to say no, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

The conditions in the imperial mausoleum are harsh. Who can tell what will happen in the future?

Even if Xiao Yu is fully prepared, he is still afraid of accidents.

He said with embarrassment, "Son, you've really given me a difficult problem this time. Both sides are made of flesh and blood. Which side do you want me to give up?"

Xiao Yu held his hand and said, "Father, I won't embarrass you. I won't go to the imperial mausoleum, and I won't let my great-uncle and his family leave the capital!"

Emperor Sheng An looked at him in surprise: "What are you going to do?"

A resolute smile appeared on Xiao Yu's frail face, half of which was injured. "I'm carrying thorns on my back to apologize. My son set out from the palace gate, carrying thorns on his back, and walked to Prince Li's mansion. I knelt in front of the gate to apologize. I don't believe they won't forgive me!"

Emperor Sheng An thought this was a good idea, but he was also shocked that his son was so smart.

Seeing the injured half of his face, he couldn't help but feel pity.

If he had not been burned, with his intelligence and talent, he would have definitely become an excellent crown prince.

It's a pity that he will never be able to reach this position.

Xiao Yu did not hesitate and immediately ordered someone to find some thorn branches and tie them to his back.

His skin was originally very delicate, and even wearing rough clothes would burn him painfully.

Not to mention the thorns piercing his back, the pain immediately made him break out in cold sweats.

Li Delu was so scared that his hands started shaking and he didn't dare to tie it up anymore.

He knelt on the ground and said, "Your Highness, you can't use this method. You will be in so much pain that you won't be able to bear it!"

Xiao Yu frowned and scolded him, "How can I not bear it? Do you really think I am doing this for Prince Li and the Marquis of Zhan Yi's family to see? I am doing this for the court and the millions of ordinary people to see. I want them to back me up and help me escape this danger!"

Li Delu was shocked when he heard this. He couldn't believe that these words came from the mouth of a three-year-old child.

He is really scheming!

He had no choice but to tie the thorn branches around his thin body again and watch him walk out of the palace with difficulty step by step.

When Xiao Yu walked onto the street, his pale little face was covered with layers of sweat.

Blood flowed along the furrows of thorns and dripped on every inch of land he walked on.

Fortunately, it was not far from the prince's mansion and the imperial palace. After about half an hour, he finally arrived at the door.

He knelt on the ground and said, "Granduncle, Ayu begs for your forgiveness. I hope you and Aunt Wan can stay in the capital. Ayu knows he has done something wrong. Please forgive me, a child without a mother. Please spare me this time!"

Before Prince Li and Zhan Yan received the news, the Duke's wife had already rushed over in a hurry.

When she saw Xiao Yu kneeling on the ground covered in blood, his miserable appearance almost made her fall to the ground.

Her sister's body is still warm. How sad she would be if she knew that her most beloved son had suffered such a thing!

She subconsciously wanted to untie the thorns tied around Xiao Yu, but he stopped her: "Aunt, Xiao Yu did something wrong and should be punished!"

The Duke's wife burst into tears, "How could you possibly be wrong, child? You're so young, and you're the most honorable Second Prince. How could you torture yourself like this?"