This was her last struggle.
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Your Majesty is always victorious in every battle he goes to.
Several veteran generals climbed up to the city gate, their eyes fixed on where His Majesty and the Crown Prince were.
His gaze slowly moved downwards.
Seeing such a bloody and cruel scene, the little prince dragged a huge rag bag with difficulty.
And their extremely "ladylike and delicate" Majesty strolled leisurely as if she were on a picnic in the battlefield.
Several old ministers who had followed His Majesty for a long time held it in for a long time, but finally squatted down and said a lot of disrespectful words.
"Tell me, after not seeing His Majesty for so many years, how come he has become like this? Hasn't he always been as cold as ice?"
"What do you mean by many years? It's only four years."
"Prince, is he really born to His Majesty?"
"Their eyebrows and eyes are so similar, they must be biological children."
"Isn't it said that His Majesty loves the Crown Prince very much? How can you say you're going to clean up the battlefield but make it so difficult for the young Crown Prince to move a single step?"
"Can you persuade His Majesty? Anyway, with the Crown Prince in front of you, I'm not afraid that His Majesty will go crazy."
"Old Yang, His Highness has accepted you as his master, so go ahead."
"Alas! Your Highness is so young. Even if he is a god, if he is dragged along like this, I am afraid it will destroy his foundation."
A voice came, slightly shrill compared to their rough voices.
"How can your Majesty be so lazy!"
When everyone turned around, they saw Eunuch Wu looking at them with an angry expression, and they immediately gathered together to complain about their Majesty who was enslaving the little kid.
When several people stood up indignantly and were about to issue strong condemnation, they saw His Majesty and the Prince fighting over the rag bag. The Prince refused and simply picked up the man.
Stride forward as if entering an empty space.
"Haha, the sky is so blue!"
"I say, you stinky old man, can you not have a nice blue sky?"
General Ye raised his hand and slapped himself hard in the face.
There was a very clear snap.
Wu Zhonghe felt pained when he heard this and whispered, "Why did the general do this?"
General Ye turned around with dead eyes and said expressionlessly, "I was wrong!"
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