The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

A trace of sneer appeared in the eyes of the prince, very lightly and coldly, he said——

"In that case, I would like to thank Prime Minister Right for your generosity." His warm voice was full of contempt and mockery.

Xuanyuan Qiche at the side was calm on the surface, but he thought to himself, why did the emperor specially call him over to listen in on the torture of the right minister and the murder of his daughter? Could it be that he found something wrong?

Besides, even though Su Yueming is the concubine conferred by the emperor, she is not a special position, and it is far from needing him to ask her personally. Could it be...

His secretive eyes swept towards the prince——

Was it what he said in front of his father?What did you say?How could the royal father value Su Yueming so much?

"..." The emperor slammed his fingers on the table heavily and let out a muffled hum. Su Buqing lowered his body even lower, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

"Funing Ji has made contributions to the Great Zhou. She is a person who has made great contributions to our dynasty. If you openly shoot and kill her like you, the right minister, who would dare to offer advice to the court if it gets out!"

Su Buqing kowtowed, and said, "What the emperor said is true, I have not thought carefully, and I ask the emperor to punish me."

The emperor looked at Xuanyuan Qiche who was silent at the side, and said, "Che'er."

"Yes, my son is here." Xuanyuan Qiche took a step forward and knelt down.

"Prime Minister Su has committed a crime and performed meritorious service. Go to Daqin to find Su Yueming's whereabouts and bring her back. You can go with me." The emperor gave an order.

Xuanyuan Qiche was taken aback for a moment, asking him to find a concubine daughter?

"Sixth brother, do you have any objection to the imperial father's will?" the prince asked, Xuanyuan Qiche raised his head, his face was as gentle and calm as usual, but it clearly made him feel a cold and alienated aura.

At this moment, he understood that the relationship between him and the prince was completely broken after Su Yueming was taken away by Murong Canghai. In this life, they are already old enemies.

"Che'er?" The emperor's voice revealed a hint of impatience.

Xuanyuan Qiche bowed down and said respectfully——

"I don't have any objections. My minister obeys the order and will definitely bring Su Yueming back to the Great Zhou Dynasty. I will not disgrace the emperor's order."

"So, let's set off immediately." The emperor stood up, raised his hand, and signaled everyone to retreat. He was still seriously ill and looked tired.

The prince and Xuanyuan Qiche walked out of the imperial study room one after the other, Xuanyuan Qiche kept staring at the prince's back in the python robe, with a pensive expression on his face.

His back seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, cold and indifferent, Xuanyuan Qiche suddenly realized that after following the prince for many years, he always thought that he was as gentle as jade and tepid as he appeared on the surface.

Only now did I know that he was wrong. In fact, the coldness of the prince's bones was almost unmatched by anyone.

This section of the road is not far, but the prince walked very slowly, as if he was thinking about something, and he seemed to be saying goodbye to something.

The crown prince stopped suddenly, Xuanyuan Qiche lowered his head slightly, withdrew the expression on his face, and remained obedient and polite as usual.

The prince turned around, when the wind blew, his hair fluttered slightly, quietly Wen Tian, ​​he walked over, raised his hand and patted Xuanyuan Qiche's shoulder, said——

"Sixth Brother, I hope you bring Su Yueming back safely." He said the last four words very slowly, like a sharp knife slowly cutting open his chest.

"Yes, Your Highness." He lowered his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the hand of the crown prince on his shoulder. His fingers were slender, clean, and well-defined. His shoulder sank, and he felt an invisible and powerful pressure.