Wuersi looked dashing, touched her goatee, and laughed: "Your Majesty, you are right, how could they want to rebel? With our famous General Sima Yuan here, they can do anything
Can’t succeed”
The prince was very happy when he saw Wuersi rescuing him.
"Teacher, it's time for you to teach me martial arts! General Sima, when I see the emperor tomorrow, do you know how to respond? And I already want Peirong as my crown princess."
"Pei Rong? Your Highness, you...can't joke? What's the age difference between you and Miss Pei Rong? What's more, you are only twelve years old, how can you accept the crown princess? Besides, Pei Rong is a descendant of General Pei.
A threat to you..."
To the timid Sima Yuan, the prince showed the so-called royal demeanor
He said quite maturely: "This prince has his own sense of proportion. There is no need for you, a general, to interfere in the important matter of marriage!"
At such a young age, he can speak so amazingly, it’s really shocking
In fact, for him who lost his mother since he was a child, especially when he was raised by other concubines, he could only be cautious and do everything in his power. If he could one day become the favored son of heaven, it would not be easy.
Normally, he is very cautious in his words and deeds no matter what he sees or does.
Wuersi and Sima Yuan have always been on good terms, so maybe even the prince's teacher is under Sima Yuan's control
However, to achieve great things, he must be able to bend and stretch
How can you catch tiger cubs if you don't enter the tiger's den?
His father is a fatuous king who ignores government affairs, but he can't. I remember when he was very young, he promised his mother that when he grew up, he would govern the Beiyou Kingdom well so that the world would be peaceful and the people would live and work in peace and contentment.
Peirong, a child who has also lost his parents, may understand himself better, which is why he wants to adopt a concubine in advance.
"Sir, are you okay? You will be back at Wanxiang Winery soon..."
Due to the non-stop running and the cold wind, Yin Xiaohan's injuries were obviously aggravated.
But he still gritted his teeth. He didn't want to make a fool of himself again, especially in front of the woman he had promised to protect.
"I...it's okay..."
Her hands tightly wrapped around Peirong's slender waist. From time to time, waves of warmth flowed through her palms, gradually spreading, making her originally cold blood no longer stiff.
At this time, Peirong seemed to be Yin Xiaohan's purple star, rising slowly when he needed it, lighting up the hazy darkness for him.