Duan Yichen seemed to be muttering to himself, and then turned his head again, continued to look at the portrait on the wall, and said lazily, "As expected, my father will make my second brother the crown prince within three days."
Guan Li asked in disbelief, "What about the prince? Do you really want to watch the throne fall into the hands of others?"
"Every piece of my father's chess pieces has a magical purpose. No matter who is the prince, it is nothing more than a shield for him to consolidate the throne."
Guan Li naturally understood what Duan Yichen said, but she did not give up and said, "It depends on whether this chess piece has ambitions. If so, this is a rare opportunity."
Duan Yichen turned sideways and glanced at her with his unpredictable evil eyes, "Li'er, how long have you been in the palace?"
Guan Li was startled, not understanding why he suddenly asked this, and carefully replied, "Three years."
He raised his lips, half-smiling, "It's hard for an officer and general to let his daughter live as a concubine for three years."
His words meant something. Guan Li frowned and said, "Your Majesty, how do you say this?"
"There are some things that, as long as they are within the range that I can tolerate, I will turn a blind eye. However," his tone was cold and his eyes were like daggers, "If you want to influence me, or...
If you kill someone who shouldn't be touched, no matter who he is, I will never let him go!"
He smiled evilly, "Do you understand?"
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on her smooth and delicate forehead. Guan Liqiang calmed down and smiled gracefully, "I've written it down."
After exiting his bedroom, his face was completely pale.
Duan Yichen knew that he knew everything! Including her father's purpose and everything she did to Lin Moying...
According to her understanding of him, the reason why there was no attack was entirely because in his eyes, they were still valuable!
After three years of careful planning, who took advantage of whom?
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Returning to Junwuge was like returning to her hometown after a long absence. The intimacy made Xiaoxiao's body and mind completely relax. And because of her arrival, everyone in Junwuge also clearly felt the change in the master of the pavilion.
, as long as she is there, his eyes are not as indifferent as before, and he will follow her figure involuntarily.
As for after that night, neither she nor him mentioned anything about Qinglan Dynasty. Whether it was Duan Yichen or Duan Xiaoqi, they would slowly become passers-by with the passage of time.
"This place can be built into a gym, which is a place for everyone to practice... This place can be converted into a library. Today, we are advancing with the times, and we must not ignore the power of knowledge!"
Inside Qingxin Xiaozhu, Xiaoxiao took a simple homemade architectural drawing and introduced it to everyone with great interest.
In the yard, Duan Zifei was pruning the ruined rose flowers. It was rare to see him being so careful. Everyone said, this is called Aiwujiwu.
Finally, Xiaoxiao finally concluded, "We are a democratic society. If there are no objections, we will just build the castle like this!"
"No objection!" everyone said in unison.
Maybe life is too boring, or maybe these people are not born to live in peace. In short, no matter what Xiaoxiao wants to do, even without Duan Zifei's acquiescence, they are also interested in this easy-going, lively and lovely quasi-mistress.
Absolute indulgence, that is pampering to the core.
With a clear division of labor, everyone began to perform their respective duties.
Xiaoxiao ran to the yard with the architectural drawings and showed them to Duan Zifei, "Zifei, how do I do in my drawing?" Although Duan Zifei is the master here, as long as it is Xiaoxiao's decision, he is often the last one.
Only one person knows.
"Good." His evaluation was always a concise but clear-cut word.
Xiaoxiao leaned over and asked with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that I will demolish your castle?"
"Then build it again."
A mere castle was nothing compared to her temporary nightmare of laughter.
He was so generous, which actually made Xiaoxiao feel a little embarrassed, "Hey, don't worry, how could I demolish your home?"
Duan Zifei stopped what he was doing, raised his eyes, his eyes were clear and clear, like a clear spring, "This is also your home."
His words seemed to have some hint.
Xiaoxiao blinked her eyes and her cheeks couldn't help but blush, "Then you can't charge me rent."
He looked back and continued what he was doing.
Having long been accustomed to his temper, Xiaoxiao also stayed by his side quietly, either helping to cut off a flower bud that was still developing, or trampling to death the seedling he had just planted. Duan Zifei finally raised his eyes again.
, trying to keep her tone as light as possible, "I'll do it." Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue and stood aside obediently, watching his skillful handling.
"Pavilion Master," Wuhen walked over and reported, "There is a secret decree from the imperial court."
His half-closed eyes showed no emotion or anger. He turned around and looked at Xiaoxiao, who was sitting on the side with her hands dragging her chin. He walked over, knelt down and gently brushed off the dirt on her skirt.
Xiaoxiao felt that her face was getting hotter, and she lowered her head shyly. He would always make her heart full inadvertently, and she would suddenly blush and her heart would beat.
"Did you stay up late last night?" he asked as calmly as the breeze.
Xiaoxiao was startled and almost blurted out, "How do you know?" She had indeed stayed up for most of the night just for this architectural drawing of the renovated castle.
Duan Zifei didn't answer, he just pulled her to stand up and said, "Go back to your room and rest."
His usual indifferent tone revealed an undeniable concern.
"Well, okay." Xiaoxiao smiled at him, turned around and walked back. But the smile on her face slowly faded. She heard what she said silently just now. If she guessed correctly, the so-called imperial court
The secret edict should have been given by that old man, Emperor Lan.
I felt a little uneasy in my heart. I always felt that the old man was uneasy and kind to Zi Fei's son. Who knows what tricks he would play this time.
After Xiaoxiao left, Zi Fei slowly walked back to the study. He took the letter from Wu Yan, unfolded it, frowned slightly, lowered his eyes, and put the letter on the table while sitting by the window.
He was sitting on the lounge chair in front of him, his eyes drifting into the distance, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Wu Yan picked up the letter and after reading it, his eyes became even colder, "Pavilion Master, do you want to agree?"
"There is still half a month left before the date agreed with Father." He said calmly.
Wuyan nodded, "It's only half a month."
Duan Zifei closed his eyes as if taking a nap, "Within half a month, everything will be done as he said."
"..." Wu Yan frowned and wanted to say something, but then swallowed it. He knew the pavilion master's temperament and no one could change what he decided. So he nodded in agreement, "Yes!"