Chapter 962: The Second Prince: Isn’t it just a woman? I will conquer her

In the second prince's house.

As you enter the courtyard, you will see continuous jade disks. They are not conspicuous, but if you look closely, you will find that the carvings on the jade disks are all exquisite.

There are no bright lights here, everything is soft and just right, neither the mountains nor the water are conspicuous, green grass surrounds the flowers, and exotic flowers lean against the trees. Anyone who sees this garden will say one thing - the owner must have elegant taste.

Yes, this is indeed the personality that the second prince shows to the outside world.

As gentle as jade.

The second prince, who loved reading ancient Earth literature since childhood, knew very well that no emperor would want to have an ambitious son when he was still in his prime, so he showed himself to be "not competitive" and "carefree" since childhood.

I thought that this would make my father feel more at ease with me, like me more, and then let me become the next person on the throne.

However--

"You're almost dead, and you haven't expressed your stance yet." The second prince said with a gloomy face.

His uncle, the Patriarch of the Gou family, shook his head and said, "I doubt he has his eye on you."

"How is that possible!" The Second Prince didn't believe it. "I am the one he loves the most!"

"It's been so long. His Majesty is not someone who can keep secrets. If he really cares about you, he will definitely show some sign."

"...Uncle, what do you think we should do?" The Second Prince was extremely annoyed. "They said that Father can only hold on for another year at most."

"What do you mean it will last a year? We expected it to last a year, but it might only take half a year. The last period will definitely pass in a daze. We don't have much time left."

"Your Highness, since there is no hope of legitimate success, we must begin making backup plans."

Second Prince Zhao Xun has made a fortune in recent years because he dug out a mineral vein in Q3, which he is in charge of. He has also exchanged a lot of resources for the ores.

The Gou family is also quite influential among the nobles. "In the next six months, we need to recruit as many people as possible."

In addition to nobles, he also had to recruit merchants, civilians, and guards, and it would be best if he could get a legion to support him.

In this way, no matter who the old emperor favored, it was Zhao Xun who would eventually sit on the throne.

"Oh, yes." Uncle Gou remembered something else, "There is someone else who is worth recruiting recently."

"Um?"

"Who is it that deserves my uncle to mention him separately?"

"It's said that he's a student at the Federal University, a broadcaster." Uncle Gou knew that Zhao Xun had considerable influence in the Federal University. "It'll be hard to get him after graduation. See if you can get him to our side before graduation."

"This way, whether it's making connections or training the guards, you'll be a good hand."

When Zhao Xun heard this, his mind froze. "Is this student called Jiang Qiuqiu?"

“It seems so.”

"Oh."

"I would have gotten this woman even if my uncle hadn't told me." Zhao Xun looked extremely interested. "It was she who ruined my move in Q3."

The two of them chattered a lot about Jiang Qiuqiu.

Being mentioned so frequently, Jiang Qiuqiu, who was wandering in the starry sky, sneezed a few times.

Alas.

Could it be that the red panda missed her as soon as he went out?

That's too... too embarrassing.

He just went home today to send Qiuqiu's New Year's Eve dinner invitation, because he had planned to ask about it some time ago, but...

ah.

The two people vividly displayed the scene of young people fooling around in the room.

He is such a hardworking person at work who tries to make the most of every minute, but he is so lazy at home.

Drag, drag, drag.

No one wants to leave.

Qiuqiu thought about it and couldn't help but hold her face against the glass window.

It turns out that a life of occasional decadence can be quite interesting.

Reaching out, he used his cold fingertips to draw a little panda head on the whitened window, snapped a picture, and sent it to Mo Si.

No reply.

Then he shouldn't be on the way anymore, he must have arrived home.

(End of this chapter)