Yan Xi didn't want to care about this matter at all.
The hatred left over from history. If someone has the courage to fight for love, he should have the ability to deal with the endless revenge of the sufferer.
Why are you forcing him to do this? He is not Sakyamuni Buddha.
Holding the teacup, he turned around and turned his back towards the glaring emperor, who was blowing his beard and staring. He simply acted out of sight and out of mind, roared casually and just ignored him.
The emperor's lips touched each other, and he threw the mess in front of him so easily, but he knew how much trouble he would get into, and there would be endless troubles. Does he seem so idle? His father was always thinking about finding trouble for him every day.
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Pulling down his old face, the emperor's eyes were full of energy under his thick eyebrows, "Old Qi, it is impossible for me to give up Concubine Zhen. A woman has a small face and a big one. If it is so easy to send the empress of Yan State to provocation.
In the hands of Wei State, who will think highly of me in the future?"
Yan Xi's cold face was immediately stained with deep disgust, but she faced outside so that the emperor could not see it. "Besides, there is a way. Is it just the father's determination?"
The emperor took a deep breath, sat back on the throne and remained silent.
"Father, my son is not a panacea that can cure all diseases." Yan Xi hated Niu and took a sip of tea, swallowing all the bitter tea roots.
"The State of Qi was destroyed just a few years ago. The treasury is empty and the people are weak. It would be inappropriate to start a war again." He was still undecided. Every time he mentioned a war, the emperor felt inexplicably panicked.
He prefers to be an emperor in a prosperous age and live a leisurely and comfortable life.
Unexpectedly, he gave birth to a son who loved war and killing extremely. Looking at the thick blood color and evil expression in Yan Xi's eyes, the emperor felt deeply powerless.
As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to nine sons, all of whom are different. The seventh son of his family is definitely the most unusual one. He doesn't like women, doesn't like power, and doesn't care about wealth. He just has a natural love for the smoke and fire of war, as if he
He was born to slaughter on the battlefield. The blood splattering and the enemies howling in agony can bring him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
The emperor sighed and said to himself that if he hadn't known his temperament very well, he would probably be the one he loved the most among his many sons. Although the prince was a little less domineering than Yan Xi, he was still gentle and gentle after all.
The country is lucky to have such a prince. If it were Yan Xi who succeeded the throne, the emperor would shudder and wouldn't even dare to think about it.
Fortunately, the seventh child of his family has never had any intention of seizing his direct descendant.