"So, when it comes to qualifications, there is no difference between me and you, the eldest princess. Please don't be proud of yourself, eldest princess. There is no need."
It will make people laugh, right?
Nanyang glared at her.
This damn girl is very sharp-tongued, and it's not like she hasn't learned how to talk.
I just didn't expect that after not seeing him for a while, his mouth would become even more powerful.
"Huh!" Nanyang didn't know what to say other than snorting coldly.
Qingge said nothing and continued to give her acupuncture, very seriously.
I don't know how long it took, but Nanyang's eyes fell on her face again.
Looking at it again, I still feel a little disappointed.
It would be great if this child were my own daughter.
To be honest, if Chu Qingge was really her daughter, she... would be willing to fulfill her wishes.
It's not impossible to give the throne to her. Anyway, it seems that this damn girl is indeed capable.
But again, it's a pity that the dead girl is not his daughter.
"Hmph!" I couldn't help but hummed again.
Qingge only found it funny: "Who is the eldest princess angry with? I don't accept it. If you lose your temper, you will only make yourself angry."
"I don't want to talk to you, just shut up!"
I'm so angry!
"Then if I don't say anything, the eldest princess should stop moaning. You have no temperament."
"You!" Nanyang really wanted to take something and hit her on the head.
So angry!
"Humph!" Still couldn't help it!
However, she quickly changed the subject: "What do you want by trying to please me so much?"
"I'm really not trying to please you. I'm just afraid that if you die, there will be one less person to help me deal with Nan Xing." Chu Qingge is quite honest sometimes.
Nanyang was so angry that he almost vomited blood!
Does this person know how to speak well?
But... "Do you really want to deal with Nan Xing? Have you thought about it? She is your biological mother."
"How much family affection can there be in the royal family? Princess, have you lost your mind?"
"..." Nanyang was speechless.
Also, if you can fight against your mother for the sake of imperial power, what's wrong with Chu Qingge?
She just felt that looking at this damn girl from side to side, she didn't look like... such a heartless person.
"What good will it do to you if you cooperate with me? You want the throne, and I want it too. Do you think I will hand over the throne to you?"
"You will."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Nanyang was really angry this time. Why did she say that?
Just because of how many injections and treatments she had given her? How big does she think her kindness can be?
Big enough for her to give up the throne?
What a joke!
"You really know how to do it." Qingge took back the silver needle and began to massage her acupoints.
Nanyang couldn't help but sigh, it was really... really comfortable.
However, this little comfort would not make her willingly give up the throne.
"I don't want to lie to you, damn girl, there is no way I will give up the throne to you."
Nanyang really didn't want to lie to her, at least at this moment, but inexplicably he didn't want to make a fuss with her.
"We join forces, and we will continue to fight for the final result. My goal is to aim at the throne, which is impossible..."
"Auntie." Qingge suddenly called out.
Nanyang was caught off guard, his heart suddenly tightened, and his chest suddenly felt painful.
A very strange pain, a little... sore.
Damn girl, what do you call her?
aunt!
No one had ever called her that, ever!
Qingge glanced at her and said calmly: "If my mother is not here, then the only person closest to me, besides the imperial grandmother, is you, my aunt."
