1430. The Past of the Seventh Prince in Small Theater 1
"Your Majesty, please save me!" Concubine Zhang was so frightened that her face turned pale, she cried and shouted, and barged in from outside the royal study.
The half-discussed issue was interrupted. Yan Lian, the old emperor of the Yan Kingdom, raised two gray eyebrows in displeasure. If it weren't for that delicate voice coming from the mouth of his favorite woman, he would probably have been dead at this moment.
He went crazy and Long Yan was furious.
More than a dozen princes scattered in unison, making way for the frightened beauty to rush straight into the emperor's arms, crying so hard that she couldn't breathe.
"My beloved concubine, what's wrong?" Yan Lian held her kneeling body and found that her body was trembling like chaff. It was obvious that she was really frightened.
"Seventh Prince Yan Xi... wuwu... want to kill me!!" Thinking of the murderous master's cold iceberg appearance, Zhang Guifei's fear deepened, and the golden steps on her head shook.
A series of crisp impact sounds, no matter how much I suppress them, I can't maintain my usual dignified and noble demeanor.[
The old emperor rolled his eyes when he heard this, "What the hell is Old Seven doing again? Why is he chasing after my beloved concubine when he has nothing to do?"