1025. Chapter 1025 The World's First Bloody Spear 16
In the Prince's Mansion, the study.
Gan Mala stood there upright without saying a word, while Zhen Jin sat upright and looked at him with a stern face.
The atmosphere in the study room was so oppressive that it made people breathless, and the two of them seemed to be in a stalemate as if they were angry.
"Cough... cough cough..."
A fit of coughing broke the silence, Gan Mala laughed, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers, "Abba, you are the crown prince, so you can't act arbitrarily, but I don't have to think so much."
"So you agreed to lend her someone to help her burn down Hu Gechi's courtyard?" Zhenjin's eyes turned cold, and the look in his eyes was rare and sharp.
Gan Mala took a deep breath and answered with only one word: "Yes."
"Gan Mala, you..."
"Abba, I can't refuse, and I have never thought of refusing." Ganmala said, her eyes as pure gold were full of determination.
"But if Khan knows about this, how should we explain it?"
"There is no need to explain at all. Khan will never know about it, and Uncle Wu will not let the news get out."
"Are you hiding something from me?" Zhenjin raised his eyes and looked at him. His son was so much like him that even his thoughts were very similar to his own. However, he could see clearly and hide it, but Ganma
Stabbing doesn't work.
Gan Mala looked at Zhenjin and did not answer Zhenjin's words. Instead, he changed the topic, "Abba, the court has been unstable recently. Ahema is just superficially flattering and catering to Emuge. What's going on with him?"
Dad, you can’t be unclear. Now that you’ve been targeted, why don’t you resolve these matters first!”
"You, Emuge, won't listen. She has been a queen for so long that she can no longer see the faces of the people below her. Besides, I have some use for keeping Ahema, so I will let him live a few more days.
"Zhen Jin said slowly, "I don't blame you for taking people out, I just want you to understand that sometimes it is right to do things without going all out to help. I know her temper better than you, it's too much.
stubborn."
"Abba..."
"Although you helped her this time, you almost harmed her. Don't think that I don't know what happened to her." Zhenjin couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, "Gan Mala, take back your thoughts.
She is now your elder."
"But I also regard her as my sister." Ganmala insisted, "She is only three years older than me. I feel that as an elder, I don't know how to face her again."
"I don't know how to face it, but I have to face it, not to mention that the current Yunnan Prince's Palace is different from the Yunnan Prince's Palace in the past." Zhenjin's voice was very soft, as if he was telling Gan Mala, and he seemed to be telling himself.
Ganmala didn't speak again, he just stared at his father quietly. Although Zhenjin still sat upright, there was a sense of exhaustion all over his body. He knew that his father's health was not as good as before, and he was on the battlefield.
His old wounds, coupled with the residual poison left during the sacrifice, his body was being eaten away bit by bit.
He slowly touched his chest. In fact, his health was getting worse day by day. Sometimes he wondered why his father was so stupid, knowing that it was impossible but still reaching out to protect him without hesitation.
The pain can only be exchanged for a simple thank you. But he may also understand that because of this, he doesn't want to not hear that thank you.