With a blank expression, Nie You calmly retrieved the brocade boot from the coffin.
Ling Jingyu took off his other brocade boot and put on a new pair.
He lowered his head, raised his narrow, almond-shaped eyes, and glanced at the dying Ling Yongqing. "She belongs to me. This is interest."
Mo Bici, who hadn't fainted yet, fainted from happiness upon hearing these words.
Look, His Highness the Crown Prince is standing up for her.
After the beating, Ling Jingyu felt much better and, in a great mood, bought a large stack of newly published storybooks at the stall on the way back, which he then had Nie You carry.
"Your Majesty, His Highness has returned."
When Grandpa Xi saw Ling Jingyu enter, his face changed the next moment when he saw Nie You carrying a storybook that was taller than him. He blinked at him frantically.
Put down your storybook!!!
Nie You was so tired that he kept rolling his eyes.
Emperor Yanwu sat slumped in the hall drinking tea. When he saw Ling Jingyu return, he first broke into a wide smile, then straightened up and sat up straight.
"Eunuch Xi, quickly prepare tea, the prince has returned home for his wedding."
But as soon as he sat down, he saw Nie You holding that stack of storybooks, his old eyes shining brighter than the sun, almost sparkling.
Nie You slammed the stack of storybooks on the table, then clutched his back, stuck out his tongue, and gasped for breath.
Your Highness is being too unfair. You have unlimited space at your disposal, yet you make me carry so many storybooks myself.
Emperor Yanwu pressed his face against the storybook, not even glancing at Ling Jingyu.
"My son, you're just returning home, why bring so many gifts? I'm so embarrassed."
Ling Jingyu sat to one side and said, "These are all the latest female-dominated stories, and this time there's a final chapter."
Emperor Wu said, "I am an emperor, busy with state affairs, and have no time..."
Ling Jingyu raised his hand, tapping the storybook with his fingertips. "This is the final chapter. Doesn't Father want to know whether the female ruler has married the Crown Prince as his consort?"
Emperor Yanwu immediately sat up straight, glancing at the stack of storybooks out of the corner of his eye.
He said seriously, "There's always time if you squeeze it in, so I won't stand on ceremony with my son's homecoming gift."
Grandpa Xi rubbed his forehead, looking on with a headache.
Your Majesty, let alone the fact that you want to marry the Crown Prince, you haven't even married him yet, so why are you already going back to your parents' home?
No, the crown prince isn't meant to be married off; the emperor has led him astray!
Ling Jingyu nodded slightly, "Then I will be in Moyang City..."
Emperor Yanwu stared intently at the storybook, saying, "My son, stay as long as you wish. Leave the affairs of state to your father. My son only needs to be responsible for marrying... uh, marrying a beautiful bride."
Let's change our tune.
If the crown prince marries off, the empire will have no successor.
Ling Jingyu hummed in agreement, stood up, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Your subject respectfully escorts Your Majesty back to the palace."
The brainwashing of the emperor was quite effective.
Eunuch Xi's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, return to the palace!"
"no……"
Ling Jingyu: "If you are even a moment late in escorting Father back to the palace, I will take your life."
Nie You accepted the order, carrying the stack of storybooks, and pushed Emperor Yanwu, saying, "Your Majesty, please."
Emperor Yanwu was pushed away.
Once in the carriage, she picked up a female-dominated storybook and started reading, but something felt off.
He hadn't even settled in properly when his son kicked him out of the house.
"Alas, just as the sky is about to rain, so too is a son about to marry; once a son grows up, he can't stay at home forever," Emperor Yanwu sighed, shaking his head.
Eunuch Xi was having a headache. "Your Majesty, are you reading lines from a script or addressing His Highness the Crown Prince?"
Ling Jingyu sat there, looking at his hands clad in ice-silk gloves, his eyes slightly lowered, then he smiled with satisfaction.
This is just right.
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