Xuanyuan Ci was so shocked that he could not utter a single word.
Looking at the bloody wounds all over his body, he couldn't tell how he felt. If he had to use this method to get a license to love, he would rather not do it.
"Yan Que...if they continue to disagree, I will immediately give up my title and run away with you."
Even people who are good at weighing pros and cons will give up the most profitable side when they encounter love. Xuanyuan Ci is like this, why is Yan Que the same?
They were all born with a golden key in their mouths. Xuanyuan Ci did not have the courage and courage of his two brothers, let alone their extraordinary abilities. However, in choosing the path of happiness, he was stronger than anyone else.
If he says give up, give up.
While Yan Que smiled, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why was God so kind to let him meet this idiot Xuanyuan Ci?
"Where do you want to run with me?" he asked pretending to be relaxed.
Someone didn't even think about it: "Wherever you go, I will go with you. If my father demotes you to a fiefdom, I will go with you. Anyway, the mountains are high and the roads are far away. So what if you suffer hardships? I am not determined."
You can't starve yourself to death if you have broken hands and legs! Anyone who wants the title of Prince will have to go, but I don't want it anyway."
"The Emperor has arrived!"
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Xuanyuan Ci and Yan Que quickly knelt on the ground and waited for the emperor to arrive.
Emperor Xuanyuan arrived at the ancestral temple with steady steps.
Behind him was an old imperial doctor. Both Yan Que and Xuanyuan Ci recognized the old man. He had served the emperor for many years and was the head of the imperial hospital and the emperor's royal physician.
The emperor's imperial physician, as the name suggests, can only be used by the emperor.
Yan Que was as flattered as Xuanyuan Ci.
"Mr. Zhang, go and take a look at Prince Yan." The emperor pretended to be indifferent and pointed at Yan Que who was covered in wounds.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Ci stepped aside very discerningly.
While Dr. Zhang was taking care of Yan Que's injury, the emperor turned around and walked out. Without any verbal prompting, Xuanyuan Ci followed him subconsciously.
There is an open space outside the ancestral hall. Because many martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country are enshrined inside the ancestral hall, the style is relatively cold and intimidating.
The emperor stood under a sycamore tree with his hands folded. The dense leaves cut the sunlight above his head into countless irregular patterns. The emperor did not wear a dragon robe, he only wore a simple long coat.
Xuanyuan Ci stood behind him and called his father in a low voice. Emperor Xuanyuan turned around and looked at the young man in front of him with the eyes of a father for the first time.
Xuanyuan Ci and Xuanyuan Si were both descendants of the queen. Emperor Xuanyuan had no special feelings for the queen, just because she was suitable to be the queen.
Without the basis of emotion, the children born by the queen are no different from the children born by ordinary concubines.
To be more precise, he is more likely to feel sorry for Yan Que than for his own child. Why? Because Yan Que is Yan Hui's son.
Therefore, for so many years, the emperor has always regarded Yan Que as his own son. It is precisely because of this that he has never taken a closer look at his son for many years.
Ridiculous?
Ridiculous.
But the emperor did not feel ashamed.
Yan Hui was the love of his life, and he would value anyone related to him.
"Thank you, Father..."
Before Xuanyuan Ci finished speaking, the emperor raised his hand to stop him. The man was full of guilt: "Xiao Jiu, I am not a good father."
