Qin Lang pinched his eyebrows helplessly, "Mother, you must be mistaken. The prince's brother was still a child more than 20 years ago. He could not have such great power to burn hundreds of miles of land to black and turn it into black.
It’s a barren land, and it’s even more impossible to dye the lake black and make everything lose its vitality.”
Queen Moon raised her eyes angrily, "How do you know you don't have that ability?"
"That disaster star!"
Qin Lang's expression immediately lost its previous gentleness.
He shook his head in disapproval, "Mother, the first thing you have to change is your attitude towards the prince's brother." [
"What is a disaster star?"
"Who did the crown prince brother, who was still a child at that time, bring disaster to?"
"Although he has been fighting in the north and south for so many years, in which dispute was Fengming Country instigated?"
"Mother, there is an old saying. You should know that a married daughter throws away water. If you marry your father, you are a member of the Fengming Kingdom. You should speak for the Fengming Kingdom. Even if you are asked to be here one day.
If you have to make a choice between Sheng Lian and Feng Ming, you should unswervingly put your heart on your husband's side!"
"The person who took the wrong position is not brother Qin Shi, but you."
In the past, Qin Lang would not have dared to say these words.
But things are different now.
After three years of hard work, he had already transformed from a weak prince who only listened to orders to an iron-blooded vassal king who guarded one side.
Treating the Moon Queen gently and gently is purely due to inertia.
But if the queen mother thought that he could be easily manipulated, she was totally wrong.
Queen Yue threw the teacup in her hand to the ground, "Lang'er, what's your attitude? I didn't do anything wrong. The people who were wrong were your father and your so-called prince brother."
"Then tell me, how did my father and brother Prince go wrong? They have made me hate them so much for so many years that no amount of tenderness can erase them."