Xiao Muhan's brows were furrowed, his face was ashen, and his heart was filled with worries, like a tangled mess that could not be untangled.
His gaze, almost tangible, filled with scrutiny and conjecture, once again quietly fell upon the Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince's seemingly gentle and harmless face was now shrouded in a mist, making him unfathomable.
His mind raced as he secretly considered whether to submit a petition to the emperor requesting a change of location for his border post.
After all, the political landscape of the court is ever-changing, and the human heart is as unfathomable as the deep sea.
Who can be absolutely certain that the Crown Prince's mind will not undergo a dramatic change in the future?
If that day ever comes, how will his precious daughter cope in this turbulent situation?
The thought of the various difficulties his daughter might face made his heart feel as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and the pain spread throughout his body.
Furthermore, the Crown Prince is of unparalleled status, and it is only natural that he will have three thousand concubines in the future. How could my daughter monopolize his favor?
Although my daughter is exceptionally talented and gentle, how can she possibly handle the power struggles within the inner palace with just these qualities?
If his daughter were to suffer unwarranted grievances and bullying after marrying the Crown Prince, how could he, as her father, stand by and watch helplessly?
Whenever he thought of this, a resolute and sharp glint would flash in his eyes, as if he were making a firm decision to find a safe and secure path for his daughter's future.
If Xiao Wanxi knew what her father was thinking, she would probably awkwardly touch her nose. She would hardly believe herself to be described as exceptionally talented, gentle, and quiet.
After all, everyone in the frontier knows that I have always been flamboyant and unrestrained. Although I am not arrogant and domineering, I am by no means a gentle and quiet person.
Even the emperor on the dragon throne was finding it difficult to maintain his usual composure and calmness.
His back was slightly straightened, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists in the sleeves of his dragon robe, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He had completely forgotten about the Crown Prince's marriage, his mind preoccupied with the outcome of the upcoming war against the Xiongnu.
Will the Tianxuan army be able to break through the Xiongnu's defenses and bring the vast grasslands and fertile lands into Tianxuan's territory?
A barely perceptible hint of anxiety and tension flickered in his eyes as he stared intently at the young girl below the court, hoping to hear news of the war.
He could only hope that the little girl would inform him of the good news in advance, so as to soothe the restless hearts of everyone in the court and ensure the long-term peace and stability of this vast land.
Feng Qingyun was completely unaware of the various thoughts of the people around her. She gently raised her small hand, her fingertips like nimble butterflies, lightly touching the air.
In an instant, a soft halo appeared on the light screen, followed by her soft voice.
His voice carried an undisguised mischief and playfulness, as if a wonderful show was about to unfold, making people hold their breath and listen intently.
When General Xiao heard about the Crown Prince's intentions, his reaction was quite dramatic; without saying a word, he directly rejected him.
His attitude was as firm as cold iron, and no amount of persuasion from anyone could change it.
The Crown Prince, being a devoted lover, was unwilling to give up so easily.
In order to catch a glimpse of his beloved, he often went to the Xiao residence, but almost every time he went, he couldn't escape General Xiao's 'greeting'.
At first, His Highness the Crown Prince would grimace in pain, but even so, he persevered time and again, his spirit truly inspiring both helplessness and admiration.
As Feng Qingyun spoke, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and the smile in her eyes deepened as she looked at the scene on the light screen.
He continued, "Later, if Miss Xiao Wanxi hadn't set aside her ladylike reserve and, in front of everyone, blushed yet firmly declared that she would marry no one but the Crown Prince in this life,..."
I'm afraid the Crown Prince's life will be even more difficult, and the bruises on his body will probably be like a palette, with layers of different colors piled up.
Fortunately, the Crown Prince was deeply in love with Xiao Wanxi. Even though he knew that every time he got close to her, he might suffer physical pain, he remained devoted to her.
She tried every means to meet her beloved right under General Xiao's nose.
This infuriated General Xiao. He puffed out his beard and glared at the Crown Prince, pacing back and forth in the courtyard, but he couldn't do anything about him.
After all, he is the crown prince. How could a subject like him, no matter how angry he was, really take drastic measures against His Highness the Crown Prince?
Left with no other choice, he could only occasionally throw a few punches while teaching the prince martial arts, as a way to vent his frustration.
Moreover, her own daughter's heart was completely devoted to the Crown Prince, and she loved him with utmost devotion.
Even though General Xiao was filled with helplessness, how could he bear to do anything that would cause his daughter grief and tears?
Qin Qianluo stood quietly to the side, her beautiful eyes, like shimmering autumn water, moving with a lively spirit, her gaze fixed firmly on the light screen displaying the "intense battle".
In order to get closer to his beloved, the Crown Prince disregarded his noble status and repeatedly entered the Xiao residence, only to be "taught a lesson" by General Xiao on various pretexts time and time again.
Seeing the Crown Prince's disheveled appearance, struggling to avoid the attacks and repeatedly "frustrated,"...
Qin Qianluo subconsciously bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the laughter that was about to burst out.
But how could the laughter that kept rising from his chest be so easily suppressed?
Soon, her shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably, one tremor after another, the frequency becoming increasingly rapid, like a gentle breeze rippling across a lake.
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