"Prince Ping? Is he still alive?"
Jia San nodded slightly.
"Keep it there for now, don't alert anyone else. Let's send a group of local officials to track it down."
"yes."
Jia San was still standing there without retreating. The emperor raised his eyes and saw him standing there like a piece of wood.
"What is it?"
Jia San bowed his head and said, "Your Highness comes to strangle me every day."
"Let him be." When mentioning the fat son who was angry and vindictive, the emperor showed a smile.
Perhaps it was the mention of his own child that dissipated the coldness in the Saint's body. He then said, "I was strangled the first time I saw him."
Jia San breathed a sigh of relief, and the emperor was too lazy to argue with him.
The little fat boy has been very distressed recently. He doesn't know why Ding Ding can appear at the same time during the day and at night, and they quarrel all day long.
When he persuades this one, that one gets angry; when he persuades that one, that one also gets angry.
The little fat boy is annoying!
The little person took the snack and sighed after taking a bite.
Yue Tangning had performed well in the little fat boy's class before, and now he serves the fat boy.
"Your Highness, are you worried?" The little prince is like a happy person, how could he feel worried?
Fatty glanced at her and sighed, "Ningning, you don't understand. Being too popular is also a kind of trouble!"
Jiang Yuanxing: Such a familiar word.
Yue Tangning's eyes curved into a smile. If someone else said this, she wouldn't believe it at all, but the young prince's words were even more true than reality.
Seeing the little prince sigh again, Yue Tangning wanted to cheer him up, so he said, "Prince Ping returned home yesterday. Your Highness, would you like to go and visit him?"
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