Feng Chenjiu frowned. What was his father thinking all day long?
The emperor talked on and on, saying he didn't mind that he liked men, and also said which member of the imperial clan he thought would be better adopted.
If that doesn't work, he'll have his eldest, second, and third sons get married quickly, and then he'll adopt the first child to be his heir.
Feng Chenjiu's brows furrowed deeper as he listened to him, until he finally spoke up: "It is said that the third son is quite close to Prime Minister Jiang's youngest daughter. How about I bestow a marriage upon them first and let them have a child together?"
A loud "smack" pulled the emperor back to reality. Looking at the rickety table, the emperor realized that the person in front of him was angry, but what was he angry about?
Feng Chenjiu gritted his teeth and said, "Father just said he wanted to bestow a marriage upon someone?"
"Huh?" The emperor didn't react for a moment, and blurted out instinctively, "A marriage between the third prince and Miss Jiang?"
Feng Chenjiu clenched his fists and said coldly, "If you're going to arrange a marriage for them, you might as well sever ties with me first."
Is it that serious? Although the Crown Prince had never seemed to like him much, he had never said anything so serious before. The Emperor even began to wonder if there was some kind of grudge between them.
He didn't realize I had a relationship with Miss Jiang. He was only thinking about his son's sarcastic remarks and simply felt that he didn't like the third son. He didn't know what the third son had done to provoke him.
"No, no, no, I won't grant it. Then can't you tell me which girl you like?"
Feng Chenjiu snorted coldly and left.
The emperor sighed helplessly.
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On the way back to the East Palace, the guard was still somewhat uneasy. Looking at the Crown Prince, he said, "Your Highness... wasn't it too disrespectful to speak to His Majesty like that?"
The guard beside Feng Chenjiu was the son of the nanny who had been taking care of him. In the years immediately following the Empress's death, Feng Chenjiu was in dire straits every day. It was the nanny who took care of him and pulled him back from the brink of death several times.
This guard had always been by his side; they were best comrades on the battlefield. Therefore, he was more outspoken than others.
Feng Chenjiu sneered and replied, "Do you really think he indulges me so much just because of the Empress Dowager?"
The guard fell silent after Feng Chenjiu said this, somewhat puzzled as to why he had said it.
Feng Chenjiu slowly opened his mouth and said, "But relying solely on my mother's affection, I'm afraid I would have died countless times."
"What is that?" The guard looked completely bewildered.
Feng Chenjiu slowly began to speak: "My maternal grandfather only had two children, my mother and my uncle. A few years ago, my uncle's child was poisoned, and he was also given a drug that would prevent him from having children. So you could say that I am my maternal grandfather's last bloodline."
My maternal grandfather also wrote to me several times, hoping that I could return to Nanci Kingdom. Now Nanci Kingdom is prosperous and powerful, not much different from us.
"Once I become emperor, I can unite both countries. Isn't that what he's after?"
Of course, besides these, he also gained considerable support and had his own businesses. His abilities were such that his father, the emperor, couldn't stop him at all.
From the moment he returned, he had no intention of hiding anything, so he naturally knew everything.
What could he do to him? He couldn't. Even if he burned the palace down, he could only smile and say he would pass the throne to him.
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