Luo Jia sat on a big chair and rubbed his head: "Oh, I shouldn't have drunk alcohol, I feel dizzy after drinking..."

Fangfei stood behind him, rubbed him, and said softly: "Your Majesty, take a break early, you are tired, too tired..." The continuous battles, the high concentration of spirit, and the face of

This last level: his own son.

Although I was sure to win, I was panicked for no reason.

Fangfei was pressing his temple at some point, and saw the blue veins on his forehead beating, gently, so weak, but so obvious.

She was shocked: "Your Majesty..."

Luo Jia held her hand with her back, and her voice was so low: "Fangfei, are you still hating me?"

She was stunned: "No, Your Majesty...How could I hate you?"

Luo Jia grabbed her hand tightly, and the little child who lifted boiling water to water the flowers appeared in his mind. She was so young and so hated. At some point tonight, she seemed to see her eyes again.

son!

Fangfei!

He held it too hard, and Fangfei said "Ouch", but he didn't realize it. His voice was filled with a kind of confusion and hoarseness after being drunk: "Fangfei...I...you are not the princess of the Great Yan Kingdom, really not...

…”

Now, what else is there to talk about this question?

"Fangfei, you are really not... I have investigated... Back then, Concubine Zhang didn't have a daughter like you... You are really not their daughter..."

Jieya's resentment, Xinya's resentment; she was the old King Yan and Concubine Zhang who had only met once or twice.

Fangfei pulled out her hand and said lightly: "Your Majesty, for me, I don't actually care who I am. Now, you are my only relative."

Luo Jia was shocked and suddenly opened his eyes.

She smiled sweetly: "I'm going to catch the third prince soon. This time, we must never be kind to a woman. We will have a peaceful life in the future."
Chapter completed!