Chen Shiyu raised an eyebrow indifferently, inwardly scoffing.
It wasn't that he didn't value blood ties, but rather that his nephew was worlds apart from that man.
If that person is interested in the position in the Golden Palace, his nephew will inevitably fail sooner or later.
Given his relationship with that person, it's uncertain who will inherit the Chen family's future.
However, he has not yet received a definitive answer from that person and is unsure whether that person intends to enter the Golden Palace.
Therefore, the Chen family and the Crown Prince cannot be thrown into chaos right now, and he doesn't need to rush to make a choice.
"Whether the position of Crown Prince is secure or not is not up to others to decide, only the Emperor can decide," Chen Shiyu said calmly.
"But the Emperor has always been suspicious..."
“Precisely because His Majesty has always been suspicious and overthinking, we must divert His Majesty’s attention as soon as possible,” Chen Shiyu interrupted the Duke of Chen’s doubts and said directly, “The matter was caused by the Ninth Princess Consort, and the one who tied the knot must untie it, so naturally it should be her who ends it.”
“Ziying and that bandit have such a bad relationship, how could that bandit possibly speak up for our Chen family?” Chen Xiaoyi shook his head.
“We don’t need her to speak for us, we…” Chen Shiyu whispered in Chen Xiaoyi’s ear for a while, and Chen Xiaoyi nodded repeatedly, a smile gradually appearing on his face.
In the middle of the night, the unconscious Shanyu Heye felt something moving beside her, as if someone was holding her hand.
She opened her eyes and was about to cry out when she felt a warm touch on her lips, and a strong, powerful hand covered her mouth.
"Don't shout, I won't hurt you," a young and clean male voice said softly.
Some images from the morning flashed through Shanyu Heye's mind.
She remembered that she took the initiative to hug someone, and that person's voice was so clear. He said, "To be able to marry a beautiful woman like you, I must have had eight generations of good fortune in my ancestors."
Although Chanyu Heye was somewhat out of his mind at that time, he still couldn't help but laugh when he heard these words.
At that moment, she suddenly felt less sad.
“My name is Jing Heng. This morning…” The young man seemed a little shy, hesitating to speak: “I know it wasn’t your choice, but we have already consummated our marriage. I will take responsibility for you from now on.”
Shanyu Heye gently patted Jing Heng's hand, signaling him to let go.
Seeing that she didn't intend to struggle or scream, Jing Heng withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
Despite the dim lighting inside, Shanyu Heye could still sense his restraint.
"Who are you? And do you know who I am?" Her voice was as calm as ever, tinged with a hint of trepidation.
“I know, I know you are now the prince’s concubine.” Jing Heng paused, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke again: “I am the prince’s bodyguard. They call me Wu Shang. Jing Heng is the name my father gave me. Give me some time, and I will find an opportunity to talk to the prince and ask him to give you to me, as long as you don’t mind and are willing to be with me.”
"Wu Shang?"
The name sounded unfamiliar to Shanyu Heye, but she did know that the prince had two guards, Wuying and Wuhen, by his side.
"Yes, I am a secret guard, and I rarely show myself, so not many people know of my existence," Wu Shang said with a hint of pride, but he did not reveal Wu Zhong's existence.
Although the young man had just started thinking about finding a wife, he still knew what he should and shouldn't say.
"Do you have a good relationship with the prince?" Shanyu Heye asked with some concern.
“Very good, Your Highness treats me like a brother.” Wu Shang said confidently to Shan Heye, “So you don’t need to worry too much. Your Highness will agree to us being together. It’s just that your identity is special, and the timing is not right right now.”
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