Besides, Yan Jiyuan had already fallen into their ambush. What was there for him, a little baby, to be afraid of?
General Ye, who had come to his senses, saw the prince's dazed expression and tried to persuade him: "Your Majesty is the Queen Mother's only son. Your Highness cannot trust a villain—"
“Kill him!”
"This person is like walking into an empty place. Something must have happened to His Majesty. Your Highness, could you...what did Your Highness say?"
The little fat boy looked at the man with a frozen smile on his face and said casually, "I say, kill him."
The man, whose eyes were filled with smugness and arrogance, froze for a moment. Seeing the guards quickly gathering around him, he cursed angrily, "Unkind and unjust, cold-blooded and heartless, just like Yan Jiyuan."
The little fat boy lowered his head and poked his hand as usual: "Kill him on the spot."
She was still as well-behaved as ever, with a lovely face like jade and snow, but the words she said stirred up an endless storm.
The tender eyebrows and eyes seemed to be covered with frost.
No one can replace Father, and no one can look like Father.
Except for the little fat guy.
1002 put his hands on his hips and laughed: "You bastard with a boil on his butt, I wonder if my son can turn into a Shura when facing things related to Big Brother!"
If he had enough energy, he would have wanted to perform a duet with the main system.
Although No. 0 is unlikely to pay attention to him.
With just one sentence, the smell of blood spread throughout the tent, and the little fat boy looked at the man who died with his eyes open.
Said to Xiaohua: "I want a knife."
Xia Hua took off her sword in a daze, and saw her kind and lovely brother raising his hand to chop the man in the face.
His hand holding the knife was shaking, and it was obvious that he was not calm.
It's nothing more than pretending to be calm and venting the emperor's anger.
If a father loves his son, how can the son not love his father?
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