Yin Chengjing's words were sincere and heartfelt. If the person he was proposing to marry at this time was not Princess Wuzhu, but an ordinary girl from an official family, then the scene would still be touching, and Emperor Longfeng, as a father, would be happy to fulfill his wish.

But when he thought that the woman he was going to marry was Princess Wuzhu, countless suspicions surged up in his heart.

Does he like Princess Wuzhu, or is he involved with the Tatars behind Princess Wuzhu?

Ever since Yin Chengjing colluded with court officials and mixed salt into the tax, he discovered that his third son, who always seemed to be a playboy and indifferent to mundane affairs, was actually a very ambitious man.

Emperor Longfeng looked at him, and his originally kind expression gradually cooled down, and finally froze into expressionless expression.

He slowly turned his head to look at the silent Princess Wuzhu, and said in a neutral tone: "Marriage is naturally for the benefit of both countries. Didn't Princess Wuzhu show her goodwill to the Crown Prince before? Are you willing to marry my third son now?"

Princess Wuzhu pursed her lips and subconsciously glanced at Ahalu outside the crowd.

Ahhalu was tall and stood out among the Yan people, so she could see the expression on Ahhalu's face at a glance.

Cruel and gloomy.

This time, Ahalu brought her to Dayan with the intention of marrying her to the prince. Later, when the marriage failed, he discovered that the prince was a great threat, so he wanted her to take the opportunity to assassinate the prince in the hunting ground.

At present, neither of these goals has been achieved.

The Khan had many wives and concubines, and her mother was not favored. She was able to reach her current position because she was obedient and helped the Khan remove several stumbling blocks in his unification cause.

But now, she has failed two missions in a row.

When she was favored, she made many enemies. The Khan had many daughters, and these sisters were all looking forward to squeezing her out and becoming the new pearl of the grassland.

If I go back like this, I'm afraid the result won't be much better than it is now.

And... She glanced at Yin Chengjing. This man was clearly injured in a vital part, but he could still endure it. Now that she knew his secret, he would not let her go easily.

After weighing the pros and cons in her mind, Princess Wuzhu lowered her head, looking shy and happy: "Your Majesty, Wuzhu used to simply admire His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. After spending a few days together in the hunting ground, Wuzhu realized that the person she really likes is His Royal Highness the Third Prince."

The man has feelings for her and the woman is willing to give in. If I don't agree, it will make Emperor Longfeng seem unkind.

"The marriage is related to the diplomatic relations between the two countries and needs to be discussed carefully. I will order the Minister of Rites to be in charge of this matter."

The implication is that he agreed.

Yin Chengjing said quickly: "Thank you, Father, for your help."

Emperor Longfeng glanced at him and didn't care about his injury anymore. He just said, "If you are injured, go back to the palace and rest as soon as possible. Ask the imperial physician to check you so that you don't get sick any more."

When he heard the word "root of the disease", Yin Chengjing's expression twisted for a moment, but then quickly suppressed it.

After bidding farewell to Princess Wuzhu affectionately, he returned to the palace accompanied by Concubine De. Imperial Doctor Wang, who had not had the chance to treat him, also went with him.

After returning to the palace, Yin Chengjing finally lost the breath he had been holding. His straight back arched. He clenched his fists tightly, his face pale, and he held onto Concubine De's hand, saying patiently, "Mother, let everyone leave."

Concubine De knew her son well and knew that there must be some hidden reason for his injury. After dismissing everyone, she only left a trusted female official and the imperial physician to treat him.

When the imperial physician saw this situation, his heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, he heard Concubine De chatting with him with a smile: "I heard that Doctor Wang's daughter-in-law gave birth to a baby boy last month. Now we have a legitimate grandson?"

"Yes, I was born on the 29th of last month."

Doctor Wang was already past the age of knowing his destiny, and had seen a lot of secrets in the deep palace. When he heard this, he knew something was wrong, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He tried his best to calm down the shock in his heart, barely maintaining his composure, and went to check Yin Chengjing's injuries with shaking hands.

Yin Chengjing let him examine him with a pale face, his teeth grinding.

After untying the rags and seeing the real injuries, Doctor Wang's eyes widened in shock. He did not dare to say a word and knelt heavily on the ground, trembling and lying on the ground: "Madam, spare my life! Third Prince, spare my life!"

The imperial physician was in a state of panic, and Concubine De was not much better. She tried her best to suppress her panic and said with a smile: "Calculating the date, the full-month banquet at Imperial Physician Wang's residence should not have been held yet, right? I have also prepared a small gift and will give it to Imperial Physician Wang in advance."

After that, the female official serving beside came forward holding a heavy brocade bag.

Doctor Wang looked at it and did not dare to refuse, so he accepted it with trembling hands.

Concubine De squatted down and put her hand on Doctor Wang's shoulder. She tried her best to keep a calm tone, but she still showed some anger because of Yin Chengjing's injury: "My son's injury will be handed over to Doctor Wang. Doctor Wang must treat it well."

Doctor Wang shuddered, swallowed, and nodded in agreement.

After the hunt, there was a customary banquet that night.

Although Yin Chengjing was absent due to injury, he did not delay the banquet. Especially since Emperor Longfeng was suspicious of him and wanted to show off his power in front of the Tatars and Wala, the banquet was not only held normally, but was even more grand and lively than in previous years.

Although the ranking of the winter hunt will not be announced until tomorrow, Yin Chengyu is already the uncrowned king.

The Tatar and Oirat envoys present all looked pale, but the officials of Dayan had suffered enough of the ridicule and sarcasm from such a small country in the past, and now they finally had a chance to feel proud, so they came forward one by one with wine glasses in hand to toast.

It was quite amusing to see these messengers trying to force themselves to smile.

Yin Chengyu's seat was just below Emperor Longfeng. At the beginning, many officials and noble sons came to toast him. After he drank a round, he used the excuse that he was drunk and stopped.

At this time, he just sat at his seat, drinking occasionally and talking to Xue Shu in a low voice.

"What did you do to the third brother?"

Xue Shu knelt down beside him and, while pouring wine for him, whispered, "If nothing unexpected happens, the Third Prince will probably have to be a eunuch in the future." His tone was a bit schadenfreude, "It was Princess Wuzhu who did it, not me."

Yin Chengyu was surprised to get such an answer.

He explained what was going on between Yin Chengjing and Princess Wuzhu. He didn't believe that there was any love affair between the two. He just didn't expect that there was such a thing going on.

He glanced at Xue Shu sideways. Although he had cleared himself of all blame, it was obvious that he was involved in the matter.

As always, he will hit people in the sore spot.

After staring at Xue Shu for a long while, Yin Chengyu snorted softly, "Looking at the look in the Third Brother's eyes, I'm afraid this account will be put on Gutou."

Xue Shu lowered his eyes, hiding them with his wide sleeves. He reached under the short stool and gently hooked his fingers, as if whispering to him, "I have caused trouble for Your Highness." His fingers were hooked and intertwined under his sleeves. Xue Shu raised his eyes and stared at him. There was no regret in his eyes, but instead some blushing and heart-beating emotions: "Your Highness said... that he would protect me."

There was a tingling sensation in the palm of his hand, but Yin Chengyu didn't look at him, and took a sip of wine. His hand, hidden in his sleeve, followed the hand that was entangled with his. His slightly cool fingertips clasped the inside of his arm, and he slowly rubbed and slid over the slightly raised veins, feeling the rhythm of the blood flowing through, and raised his red lips slightly: "It's not a problem."

The cool and clear scent of plum blossoms mixed with the aroma of wine entered Xue Shu's nose, making him dizzy.

He raised his arm, groped for his hand, and inserted his fingers into the gaps between his fingers, clasping it tightly and tightly: "Your Highness will protect me."

This time, the tone was firm.

There is a hint of pride between the lines.

Yin Chengyu glanced at him and first saw the sleeves of the two people overlapping each other. At the banquet today, both of them wore wide-sleeved robes. At this time, the sleeves were hanging down, and the dark red and blue overlapped, revealing a kind of intimacy and ambiguity that others could not see.

The curve of the red lips becomes more and more steep.

The Nine Thousand Years Old man in the previous life would never show weakness like this. He always barged in forcefully and unreasonably, like a ball of fire that would not stop until he was burned to ashes.

Now he has become obedient.

Yin Chengyu seemed a little drunk, and he leaned towards Xue Shu inadvertently, resting his forehead lazily, with his chin slightly raised: "Fill up the glass." Suddenly, he lowered his voice and breathed sweetly: "Take good care of me, and I will protect you."

Xue Shu's ears felt numb and his chest was boiling. He clenched his hands tighter inside his sleeves, silently conveying his surging desire.

With great difficulty he looked away, picked up the wine jug, and very slowly filled the glass on the low table.

Yin Chengyu picked up the wine glass and took a sip, smiling.

The room was full of guests talking and laughing, and no one noticed the sleeves entangled in an ambiguous way under the table, or the two hands clasped together inside the sleeves.

Love flows secretly, only two people understand it.

Yin Ciguang, who was standing diagonally opposite, saw the two of them talking with their heads down. It seemed as if there was an atmosphere around them that no one else could get in. After a moment's hesitation, he walked over with a glass of wine in hand and said, "I haven't congratulated His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for winning the first prize yet."

Yin Chengyu saw him coming and subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but Xue Shu held it tightly.

His expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Yin Ciguang with a smile: "The eldest sister is not in good health, why not drink tea instead of wine."

After saying this, he naturally turned his gaze to Xue Shu: "Change the tea for the eldest sister."

Xue Shu looked at him and reluctantly let go of his hand, but Yin Ci Guang smiled and said, "A glass of wine won't be a problem." He curved his peach blossom eyes, and a tiny light shone in his dark eyes: "I want to have a drink with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Seeing that he insisted, Yin Chengyu raised his glass and clinked it with his.

The porcelain cup made a slight sound, and the wine in the cup swayed a bit, creating tiny ripples.

They both drank at the same time.

Yin Ci Guang was a man who knew his limits. After he toasted, he did not stay any longer and returned to his seat.

The spicy wine went down his throat, making him feel a little dizzy. He raised his eyes inadvertently and saw Yin Chengyu and Xue Shu approaching each other. They were talking about something, and the corners of Yin Chengyu's lips were always curled up.

Yin Ci Guang drank half a pot of wine without realizing it. He just felt that the hall was a bit stuffy and hot. He rubbed his temples and did not let the maid follow him. He went outside the hall alone to get some fresh air.

Mubar, who was drinking gloomily, noticed his movements and involuntarily remembered the message that Concubine Wen had asked someone to pass on to him just now - he realized that the person who asked the maid to pass on the message to him last time was Concubine Wen.

This time, Concubine Wen sent someone to tell him: Everything has been arranged. If Prince Rumubar wants to marry the beauty, he needs to be braver and make the matter a fait accompli.

It’s a done deal.

It's a good idea indeed.

Thinking of the promised ten thousand war horses, Mubal's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he stood up and followed.

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