"Sir, since you know that you are the heir to the Northern Kingdom, you should know the rules of your ancestors! How did I teach you since you were a child? You just ignore the overall situation because of your own selfish thoughts. Do you know that if this matter spreads out,
If the high priest finds out, not only you, but also me will become the biggest sinner of the Northern Kingdom! From now on, how can we win the trust of our subjects?" He slapped his son hard in the face again, not because of him at all.
The weak man showed mercy, "You haven't even ascended the throne, yet you are acting so recklessly! If you ascend the throne, wouldn't you turn the Northern Kingdom upside down? Besides, Fang Fei poisoned Concubine Zuo Shu and caused her to miscarry. Fang Fei was not only a sacrifice, but also a murderer.
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"It's not Fangfei, she didn't do it!"
"Who isn't she?"
"Fangfei is kind and pure, she would never do such a thing..."
Kind and pure? He didn’t know yet about the little devil carrying boiling water to water the flowers and pricking spikes in the great god’s chest! Luojia angrily yelled: “I know her better than you! What do you, a yellow-mouthed child, know?”
The prince slowly raised his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Father, you are always like this, you take everything for granted, and you don't know if you have been deceived..."
Luojia roared loudly: "I am the emperor! Who dares to deceive me?"
"Really? Then do you know that my illness is not a 'disease' at all?"
"What is that?"
"It's poison! It's poisoning! Fang Fei was diagnosed, but I didn't dare to tell you, and I didn't allow her to tell you... This poison has been lurking in my body for two years, and it tortures me every day, making me miserable.
If it weren't for Fang Fei, I would have been tortured to death long ago, and I would never be able to hold on today..." He was inexplicably sad and angry, "Father, do you know this?"
Luo Jia was in disbelief, breathing heavily from his nostrils: "Who is it? Who dares to be so bold?"
The prince shook his head sadly: "My son and I don't know either!"
"Okay, even if you were poisoned, how do you know that Fang Fei didn't harm Zuo Shufei? Everyone witnessed it with their own eyes. Everyone testified that it was her, and Zuo Shufei also testified that it was her. Could it be that Zuo Shufei would cause her own miscarriage?
To frame her? Fang Fei had an affair with Andre and was caught by Concubine Zuo Shu..."
The prince's face turned slightly red, and he said hastily: "Father, you actually said such a thing! Can't you tell if Fang Fei had an affair with Andre?"
Luojia suddenly remembered that girl's body, hidden under the broken gauze, clean and holy, with the faint fluff on her face, the fragrance that only girls can have... He shook his head violently, as if to destroy this paragraph.
Terrible memory. That little person, she was so clean and pure. Even if she was not a princess, she was still a saint virgin!
Indisputable.
He was speechless and could no longer answer his son's questions.
"That's it for this time. Don't let any news leak out. You will set off back to the palace immediately. You are not allowed to step into the temple again in this life!"
The prince was shocked. The prince is not allowed to step into the temple. What does this mean? Has he been deposed?
He smiled miserably, knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Father, for your grace."
Luo Jia walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
In the distance, he could still see the faint smoke on the temple square. The "Holy Virgin Princess" of the North Kingdom had ascended to heaven. He thought, after the great god enjoyed this terrible sacrifice, why hasn't the heavy rain fallen yet?
Thanks to those crazy palm tree sap, the high priest did not notice any abnormalities. He turned around and touched his forehead, only to find that his head was covered in cold sweat: If Li Daitao is so stiff, can he survive this disaster?
That little person, where did she escape to?
He was very melancholy in his heart. Everyone believed that the emperor was supreme. However, as he was now, encountering drought, plague, disputes with his son, miscarriage of his favorite concubine, and the escape of sacrifices... nothing was a worry.
Who says that emperors are all happy and carefree?