Chapter 86: Take them back to the palace

Li Shen stroked the ring on his finger and smiled gently: "Don't worry, Miss Zhao, I am not a man who goes back on his word."

"I will repay anyone who helps me."

"Not to mention a stunning beauty like Miss Zhao."

"As long as Miss Zhao helps me, I will definitely let Miss Zhao sit on that supreme throne one day, and let you be the mother of the country, and be worshipped by thousands of people."

Li Shen smiled very gently: "Li Yan doesn't know how to be gentle with women, but this prince does."

Zhao Zhiyuan's mood finally improved a little. She stood there gracefully, her slender waist so thin that it could be held in one hand.

The white and slender fingers deliberately tucked the loose hair on the cheek.

Sure enough, he saw the surprise in Li Shen's eyes.

Zhao Zhiyuan regained his confidence.

The humiliation he had felt from Xiao Yan these days had only just dissipated to a large extent at this moment.

She knew that it was not her fault, but that Xiao Yan was blind.

Any normal man would not resist marrying her.

She is the daughter of a wealthy family who has been carefully raised for more than ten years.

Whether it is helping Xiao Yan deal with harem affairs in the future, or serving Xiao Yan as a beautiful woman, it is no problem for her.

But Xiao Yan despised her in every way, as if she was some dirty thing.

No matter what, she is better than the bitch Meng Mingshu.

"Then it's settled. Prince, please don't break your promise in the future."

Li Shen smiled and put his arm around Zhao Zhiyuan's slender waist, caressing her lips with his big hands:

"I will never break my promise."

"Stay for a while, I'll show you my sincerity."

Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes darkened, but he didn't push her away.

From the moment she came here today, she anticipated what would happen.

What Li Shen did was a matter of life and death. She was courting disaster and knew what Li Shen was planning.

You have to pay something to become Li Shen's ally.

"good."

Zhao Zhiyuan stood on tiptoe, took the initiative to hook Li Shen's neck, and kissed him with her red lips.

But for some reason, she thought of Xiao Yan at this moment.

Li Shen was not married, but he had many concubines in his backyard.

There were even many lowly women redeemed from brothels and brothels.

If she had not met a man as self-disciplined as Xiao Yan, Zhao Zhiyuan could still comfort herself that all men in the world are like this.

But after meeting Xiao Yan, she realized that it was not the case.

At least Xiao Yan was not like that. After he decided on Meng Mingshu, there was only Meng Mingshu as his woman.

Xiao Yan hated her, but Zhao Zhiyuan never saw contempt for women in his eyes.

Xiao Yan didn't care about her beauty and figure, which she was proud of.

He never even glanced at her breasts, let alone looked at her as if she were his prey or a commodity.

Xiao Yan simply hated her as a person.

"Good girl, what are you thinking about?"

Li Shen's grip on her neck grew stronger, and the veins on his arms bulged.

Zhao Zhiyuan turned around, bit her lip hard, and tried to force a smile, "Nothing... nothing."

"Do you like it?"

Li Shen asked again, his back muscles rising and falling.

Zhao Zhiyuan cried in pain, her little face flushed red from suffocation.

She bit her lip and nodded while crying: "I like it..."

Zhao Zhiyuan was not crying because of the person behind her, but because of herself.

A woman like her deserves the best man in the world.

But Xiao Yan just didn't like her, instead he liked a lowly slut.

Why does Meng Mingshu do this?

A woman like her who abandoned her husband and daughter could still get a good man like Xiao Yan.

But she could only give herself to a playboy like Li Shen.

How unfair!

"Do you remember this handkerchief?"

Li Shen took out the handkerchief directly from his arms.

Zhao Zhiyuan panted softly: "Is this my handkerchief?"

Li Shen smiled, but he slightly tightened his grip on Mo Fa's hand, straightened his waist and said:

"Well, the handkerchief you deliberately dropped in front of me when you were thirteen, I have kept all these years."

"At that time, I swore that I would marry you, a slut, when you reached the age of marriage."

"At such a young age, you're already so good at seducing men... Hmm..."

Zhao Zhiyuan also thought of the past.

At that time, Xiao Yan had not yet returned to Beijing, and Li Shen and others were still very popular.

She and the Zhao family set their sights on Li Shen.

In fact, if she had not met Xiao Yan, she might have been satisfied to be able to commit herself to a man like Li Shen.

But Xiao Yan happened to appear.

Only by imagining the person behind him as Xiao Yan could Zhao Zhiyuan barely suppress the resentment in his heart.

…

"Do you like it?"

Less than a cup of tea later, Li Shen let her go.

"Are you exhausted?"

Zhao Zhiyuan lay on the carriage, her delicate face pressed against the soft clothes.

A deep sense of loss welled up in my heart.

Li Shen actually thought she was exhausted?

How could he have the nerve to ask.

What a waste!

If the person she was having sex with was Xiao Yan, Zhao Zhiyuan believed that it would never end so quickly.

Compared with Li Shen, who had long been drained of his life by alcohol and sex,

Xiao Yan must be much more powerful, how could he only have a cup of tea?

Xiao Yan might not be able to rest for the whole night...

Xiao Yan was tall and straight, with a strong physique and muscular body that was neither exaggerated nor thin.

Zhao Zhiyuan closed his eyes and imagined Xiao Yan's resolute and stern face.

There are also his heroic sword-like eyebrows, a nose as high as a mountain, and beautifully shaped thin lips.

And the noble demeanor of Xiao Yan.

All the noble young men in the capital would feel ashamed in front of Xiao Yan.

If it were Xiao Yan, he would definitely suppress her like a mountain, imprison her in the haze, and make her unable to lift a finger.

She would not have the energy to pretend and coax Li Shen with false words after the incident was over.

"Tired, the prince is too powerful."

It's like an embroidery needle, so amazing.

Li Shen thought he had conquered Zhao Zhiyuan and hugged her with a smile: "Little devil."

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Another day passed and the emperor could no longer sit still.

"How's the evildoer?"

"Still refusing to eat?"

The old eunuch nodded truthfully, saying that His Majesty had been uneasy since early this morning and had not even approved many memorials.

"I heard from the people in the East Palace that His Highness looked extremely pale today."

The emperor's heart clenched, but he remained ruthless: "This evil creature brought this upon himself. No one forced him to go on a hunger strike."

"Your Majesty, would you like to go and see His Highness?"

"You and His Highness are father and son. Blood is thicker than water."

"If His Majesty were to come over, His Highness might be willing to have dinner..."

The old eunuch's words touched the emperor's heart.

The emperor had wanted to go for a long time.

I just had to bow my head and compromise with my son as a father.

He is the emperor, the supreme ruler.

For someone like the emperor who has never bowed his head, it is difficult to get over this psychological barrier.

But the four words "blood is thicker than water" made the emperor feel relieved.

He only has this one son.

The vast empire was waiting to be handed over to Xiao Yan, and it could only be handed over to this only son.

What else can I do if I don’t bow my head?

"Send someone to bring Meng Mingshu and her daughter back."

This game, or farce, ends here.

After all, he was old and weak, and he had the will but not the strength.

When you get old, you can only accept your fate.

He, the emperor, is no exception.