The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 458 Why You Can ([-])
After a while, a black official robe appeared in the main hall, and a pair of sharp eyes glanced at the people in the hall.

"I see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..." The old prime minister raised his hands and was about to bow down.

Suddenly, a deep and cold voice sounded in the hall.

Ziyin raised his piercing pupils and sneered, "Why do you need to be so polite, Prime Minister?"

The old prime minister was proud of himself, but his face was still indifferent, "Your Highness is a prince, and a minister is a prime minister, etiquette is still important."

The atmosphere in the hall gradually became a little stiff.

Ziyin snorted softly, picked up the scroll on the table, and said coldly, "Then can you please tell me, Mr. Prime Minister, what's going on?"

The old prime minister curled his lips into a sinister smile, and he slowly straightened up, with one hand behind his back and the other touching his chin, feeling very proud.

Humph.

Finally, the day came when this kid begged him.

"The old minister doesn't know..." The old prime minister frowned and pretended to be stupid, "This scroll was discovered by the old minister when he obeyed the emperor's order to deal with the thieves in the city. At first, the old minister didn't care, but the more the old minister looked at this scroll, the more he felt. The more it feels strange, so I will show it to His Highness today..."

"Oh?" Ziyin said coldly.

The old prime minister touched his chin, frowned and sighed, and continued, "I think this matter is very important. I think it's better to let His Royal Highness take a look at this scroll first, and see if you can see why. No, old minister. Then hand it over to the emperor, let the emperor come and have a look."

Ziyin clasped his hands tightly under the long sleeves edged with indigo flowing clouds, and he said coldly, "Old prime minister, you should be very clear that this king doesn't like to beat around the bush, just say what you want."

In the majestic main hall, Ziyin's complexion was as cold as the severe wind in the middle of winter night, cold and stinging to the skin.

But in the eyes of the old prime minister who wrote about the vicissitudes of life, there was a hint of sinisterness.

Just wait for your words.

The old minister hooked his lips together, "What the old minister wants is definitely within His Majesty's capabilities."

"Say." Ziyin raised his voice, obviously looking very bad.

The old prime minister raised his eyebrows, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes sparked a bit of satisfaction, "His Royal Highness is approaching his thirties, but he has never had a concubine or concubine. The old minister is very anxious... Your Highness is Nanfeng As the future king of the country, His Highness must bear the burden of spreading the branches and leaves for the royal family."

Ziyin listened quietly with a cold face.

"The old minister's daughter happened to be a childhood playmate with His Highness, a childhood sweetheart, a childhood sweetheart, isn't it just a natural match for His Highness's wife..." The old minister said with a smile on his face. His Highness's life, this life-saving grace, His Highness can't turn a blind eye, right?"

Ziyin said nothing.

The old prime minister pursed his lips, and continued, "Why not, His Highness married the old minister's daughter as his concubine, and made his daughter his queen in the future. Who knows about this scroll?"

After the words fell, the hall was silent for a moment.

Ziyin curled his thin lips and sneered, "Old prime minister, old prime minister, your little girl stole the king's prince's jade seal earlier. It was a crime of beheading and punishing the nine clans. If the king doesn't blame you, you should have fun." It's..."

Ziyin raised his eyes, paused, raised the scroll in his hand, and said angrily, "How dare you threaten me with this scroll now?"

The old prime minister smiled, "Before, it was the young girl who was ignorant and played with His Highness, not to mention the young girl and His Highness's childhood sweetheart, why does His Highness need to be angry?"

"Hmph, childhood sweetheart?" Ziyin snorted lightly.

(End of this chapter)