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Chapter 642: Royal Conflict [20]

King Quan turned around and smiled at Huang Beiyue, who was filled with a strange and cold aura: "You are still a child, and you are not sensible, so you are laughing at me."

This king of power openly regarded the eleventh prince as his own son. He was so conceited. It seemed that he felt that he had a sure chance of victory.

Huang Beiyue nodded casually and said, "Your Majesty, please greet the guests. We can go in ourselves."

After saying that, without waiting for King Quan to say anything, he walked straight in with others, which was a bit arrogant!

Everyone around King Quan looked unhappy and wanted to get angry, but King Quan reached out to stop them.

"Alchemists are so rare. We must use all means to win over a high-level alchemist like her. It's nothing to suffer a little grievance. Think about the long-term plan!"

"Yes, that's what the prince said!"

Huang Beiyue walked to the seat and sat down. She looked up and saw Yu Wendi, disguised as Feng Lianyi, walking in. The two saw each other and just nodded slightly, as if they were not familiar with each other.

She sat for a while, then got up and walked around the back alone. The female family members lived in the backyard of the palace. She didn't think about going in, so she walked around the wall. When she was about to leave, suddenly there was a fierce quarrel in the backyard.

Voice!

"Why do you treat your brother like this? My father clearly gave him the throne before he died! I heard it with my own ears, do you all think I am a fool? You must make me a traitor who usurps the throne!"

Snapped--

Heavy slaps were heard, and a graceful young woman's voice trembled: "You are never allowed to say such things again! Yayu, how many times has my mother told you that Feng Lianyi is not an orthodox royal family of Beiyao Kingdom?

You are the one!"

"Hmph, if the emperor hadn't been as wise as his father, how could he still not know? The emperor has suffered so much for the Beiyao Kingdom, ten years as a pledge. Without him, the Beiyao Kingdom would still be in war.

How many years have passed, but you..."

The fierce young voice is naturally that of the eleventh prince Feng Yayu, and the graceful voice is naturally that of Queen Ya of Beiyao Kingdom.

"I didn't know that the Queen and the Eleventh Prince were here. Yanran deserved to be disturbed." A soft and charming voice interrupted.

Huang Beiyue suddenly felt his scalp numb. No one noticed when Wei Yanran came close!

Queen Ya and the Eleventh Prince must have been stunned, Wei Yanran smiled again and said: "There are many people in the backyard, but it is not like in the palace. What the Queen and His Highness want to say, they should go back to the palace to say it. They are being criticized here.

What should people do if they hear it?”

"You..." Queen Ya muttered, but as soon as she met Wei Yanran's eyes, she couldn't say anything.

"Yanran is deaf and didn't hear anything." Wei Yanran smiled softly, and then a beautiful silver bell rang. She slowly walked out of the backyard. A maid beside her helped her pull the hem of her dress. The soft

The gauze wraps the graceful and exquisite body, which makes people fascinated when looking at it from a distance.

After she left for a long time, Queen Ya took a deep breath, finally came back to her senses, and gritted her teeth bitterly: "Hu Meizi!"

"Mother, she is so beautiful." Feng Yayu murmured. Young people who are not experienced in the world are most likely to be seduced by that charming look.

Queen Ya said coldly: "The foxy charm will definitely harm the country and the people in the future! Yayu, stay away from her!"

Feng Yayu whispered and didn't know what to say. She was not interested in hearing what the mother and son had to say, so she left.

The music sounded in the front hall and the banquet was beginning.


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