There was silence inside and outside the study room.
The ministers who were caught off guard and fed a big mouthful of melon breathed shallowly, their pupils shrank, and their blank faces looked around helplessly, trying to get a conclusion from their colleagues that they were dreaming.
Unsuccessful.
--because the little guy's voice rang again right after.
[Chengcheng will not return brother Zhili to Prince Xin, that was the one Chengcheng encountered first!]
So it's hers!
These "little hooligan"-like remarks not only failed to bring them back to their senses, but also shot a few more arrows at their fragile nerves!
...Prince Xin actually has a son?!
No.
They had learned about the boy they brought back with him in the afternoon. He should be Imperial Prince, the unloved descendant of King of Beiming. How did he become the heir of Prince Xin?
What about the mediocre little pitiful person you said you were talking about?!
Outside the door, Guan Zhili stood in the courtyard with a blank expression.
The familiar and strange voice of the little guy's heart came clearly to his ears from inside the study room. To him, this voice seemed to come from outside, elusive, illusory, and absurd.
He has gone from yearning for the love of "Imperial Father" and "Imperial Consort" to calmly accepting that they don't like him. He has walked this difficult road for several years, but now he has to be told that he is not actually the child of these two people, and...
And his biological father, in such a turbulent situation Beiming, still wants to go there in person to find traces of him?!
There was mist in front of his eyes, and everything in his sight seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. He couldn't see clearly what was going on around him, but he could still notice that the two guards guarding the door lowered their heads and looked at him with pity.
What are you looking at?!
He couldn't help but think.
He doesn't need mercy.
Although he has lived a hard life for such a long time, he still has his own parents!
If Prince Xin is the case, you will still have some blood relationship with the little guy, right?
The little guy is unwilling to let him recognize his ancestors now, probably because she finally found a playmate. If he has enough fun in the future, she will also be willing to let him go back and reunite with them, right?!
Guan Zhili uncontrollably pictured in his mind a scene of a family of three living happily together.
The next breath, he heard that voice pass through the closed doors and windows again, and accurately reached his ears--
[If brother Zhili does not go back, when Prince Xin is beheaded because of Rebellion, he will not bring brother Zhili with him!]
[Anyway, Prince Xin didn't plan to give birth to an heir. The birth of brother Zhili was an accident.] Her milky voice was a bit proud, [Prince Xin doesn't want brother Zhili, but Cheng, Chengcheng does!]
Guan Zhili:"..."
His moved expression suddenly froze, and Guan Zhili raised his head in astonishment. His burning eyes seemed to be able to pass through the doors and windows made by Red Sandalwood, and fall on the condensed emperor in the study.
--If I'm not mistaken, he is not the only one who can hear the little guy's voice!
His identity as the son of Rebels cannot be concealed!!
Guan Zhili subconsciously took a few steps back. The soles of the shoes were tightly attached to the ground and rubbed hard. He immediately wanted to escape from this place. Suddenly, a sentence came from inside: [Eh? What is the sound?!]
Guan Zhili's pupils shrank suddenly, all the hairs on his body stood upright, and he felt chills on his back.
Suddenly--
The scene in front of him was quickly moving backwards to both sides. When he came back to his senses, he was already being held by someone and flying out of the courtyard. The cool evening wind of autumn was blowing cold knives across his face and body, which was painful.
For a long time, he was placed in an empty space with no one around.
Guan Zhili raised his head and met the disapproving eyes of the bald monk.
"Why are you panicking?" Liaochen said in a helpless voice, "You were not afraid when you were King of Beiming Imperial Prince, but now you are afraid when you become Prince Xin?"
Guan Zhili took a deep breath and found his voice after a long while. "Then... how is that the same?!"
The civilians of the defeated country can be properly resettled, but what about the heirs of Rebels?!
Would such a tough emperor really allow a descendant of Rebels to live peacefully by his side?!
He did have the will to die before, but now he no longer wants to die!!
Liaochen lowered his eyes and looked at the boy who was crying for a long time, and finally sighed.
The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the one in his own home was simply Angel Baby.
--The word "Angel Baby" is a new vocabulary they learned when the little ones were boasting proudly.
At the same time, I felt a little heartbroken.
The little guy knew early on that she was not Emperor Mingze's biological daughter, but she never felt sorry for herself because of this situation. At that time, he thought that all little guys would be so "heartless", but today he finally discovered that this was not the case.
"Stop crying." Liaochen advised stiffly.
This sentence did not have the expected effect. Instead, it may be because the little guy cried even more sadly when he saw someone willing to coax him.
Liaochen closed his eyes. "They already knew your true identity before you could hear Little Highness's voice."
The sobbing voice stopped for a moment.
Guan Zhili raised his head with tears in his eyes.
Liaochen: "If you don't believe it, you might as well go find the answer yourself."
Guan Zhili:"..."
At night, Jiang Yingcheng ran to her brother Zhili's room first as usual.
Her beauty Imperial Father is very busy during this period. He cannot talk nonsense with her before going to bed, cannot tell her bedtime stories, and cannot ask someone to bring her hot little Pastries to eat...
She had no choice but to come to her Zhili brother's place for a walk to see if she could get anything.
Guan Zhili:"..."
As soon as he was thinking about an entry point to introduce the topic, he was completely forgotten by the little guy's voice, and only one sentence remained in his mind--
He can't do these things either!
"Brother Zhili, brother Zhili!" Jiang Yingcheng happily ran into her brother Zhili's room. As soon as she entered the door, she rushed to the table with a clear purpose, "Did you secretly leave something delicious for Chengcheng today?!"
She only asked this out of habit, and she didn't actually have any expectations for it. However, unexpectedly, she actually saw two Candy neatly placed on the table!
"Wow--"
She ran over with bright eyes. "It really does exist!!"
Guan Zhili looked at the two Candys that Liaochen handed him on the table, almost closing his eyes and squeezing out a voice. "Well... today, there was a Uncle who said... that I looked very similar to Your Majesty, so he gave me two Candys..."
After he finished speaking stumblingly, he carefully opened his eyes through a small slit to observe the little guy's expression.
Jiang Yingcheng had just struggled to climb onto the seat when he received a heavy blow. He almost slipped on the spot and fell down again.
Guan Zhili, who caught this scene out of the corner of his eye, felt his scalp tense and hurriedly reached out to help him. "Chengcheng, are you okay?!"
Jiang Yingcheng shook his head with a blank expression.
[Who, who is so ignorant of martial ethics?!]