"Prime Minister, he is old. He has only been around for a few days, and he only has a daughter like Feng Shiwu!
What he hopes most is that his daughter can become the crown princess and the queen of the world. In this way, the Feng clan will have unlimited glory. Why is he rebelling...
Besides, the king is not an old fool, he is smarter than anyone else, and the prime minister is still very cunning no matter how cunning he is!"
What he means is that even if the Prime Minister conspires to rebel, there is not much chance of success and he will not bring about his own destruction.
"But...I don't understand why at this juncture, the king suddenly interfered with my safety..."
Hasn't the king been using me to test the Prime Minister's Mansion? The Prime Minister's Mansion has been sending assassins before, and the king has been watching with cold eyes. He really can't understand this sudden change.
"Hmm..." He hesitated.
"Sikong Che, do you know something?"
I looked at him sharply, hoping that he would tell me frankly. After all, his abilities can be said to be that he can move freely in the Flower Soul King's Palace. Nothing can be hidden from him!
"I, I don't know anything..." Sikong Che stammered, and it was obvious at first glance that he was lying.
"Sikong Che, I noticed that your nose is very long..."
"Nose?" He really believed it, and he touched the tip of his nose hurriedly, "No, it's still such a tall and straight nose... Humph, you're actually making such a joke!"
"In fairy tales, a longer nose means lying and deceiving... You probably don't have this idea in your four-dimensional space?" Alas, there are differences between cultures and regions.
"You mean I lied to you? I knew something, but I didn't tell you on purpose?"
"You know it in your heart..." Do you need to say it so clearly? I decided not to give him a good look.
"I, I..." He seemed to feel guilty, "Actually, I... I'm not doing it for your own good. We are good friends, Qidie! Am I going to harm you..."
"Humph!" Sure enough, he was hiding something from me! I simply ignored him and kept a straight face.
Sikong Che was anxious and stopped talking several times. He was even more afraid that I would be angry all the time...but it was as if he couldn't say those words to me. He must be having a fierce ideological struggle!