"Your Highness, have you figured out who that person might be?" Yarou made a bold inference after observing his words and expressions.
Like a helpless child, she buried her head in Yarou's warm embrace, "I'm not sure, but I'm worried, it's really that person."
"Can you tell me something? I don't believe that there really is such a powerful person in this world." Yarou's curiosity was also aroused.
"Do you know which of the father's sons he likes the most?" Without answering her question, the prince pretended to be silent and changed the subject to a completely unrelated question.
Although she didn't understand the prince's intention, Yarou still said obediently, "This is simple, naturally it is you, Your Highness, and the seventh prince Yan Xi who destroyed two countries in a row." [
All of Yan Xi's nicknames flashed through Yarou's mind, including the God of Killing, the God of War, and the God of Soldiers. Also, he was nicknamed the Almighty Lao Qi by the emperor. It is said that there is nothing he can't do. So far,
So far, he has delivered perfect results in all the tasks assigned to him by the emperor, no matter how difficult or difficult it is. He is simply a legendary figure.
Yarou also knew that the prince had always been close to this younger brother, but Yan Xi was withdrawn and indifferent. She didn't know that he was particularly close to any family. In the past few years, the third prince Yan Shuo came to his door with gifts.
He was also rejected mercilessly by the Seventh Prince Yan Xi. This joke has been circulating in the capital for many years.
Would such a person change his temper and silently support Yan Shuo in his fight for favor with the prince?
"It's unlikely that he is the seventh prince. His relationship with the third prince is more estranged than with you." Yarou comforted the prince. This matter was just a wild guess between the two of them, and it may not be true.
The prince could only smile bitterly. He did not tell Yarou that he once accidentally injured the fetus of Yan Xi's princess Tao Xiaowei with a mist of incense, nor did he let Yarou know what he had done to Tao Xiaowei.
Constant look.
What Yarou didn't know, Yan Xi knew very well. The relationship between their brothers might be unfamiliar and indifferent, but it was not necessarily that Yan Xi hated him as the prince.
He could not guess the thoughts of his seventh brother, who always had a frosty expression on his face. Therefore, whenever he thought that the mysterious master behind Yan Shuo might be Yan Xi, the prince's heart began to flutter and he could no longer feel at peace.