Fire Concubine: Demon Lord, too presumptuous!

Chapter 193 Murderous Intent 3
"I don't think so." Di Jiu shook his head and smiled.

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes, "Do you think Di Hong will attack you?"

Hearing this, the woman glanced at him with a smile, and said slowly: "Actually, there are many differences between this life and the previous life, so... based on my past experience and understanding of Di Hong, the next step is his It will still be saved.”

The man nodded, "Continue."

Di Jiu stared at the white mist rising from the teacup, "He can choose anyone, because there is no harm to him. If Emperor Yan is the crown prince, Concubine Chen will definitely attack me, because I am the eldest son of her son." In this way, Emperor Hong will save trouble, and if he appoints me as the heir, he will not only win the name of a virtuous monarch, but also crush me by the way, how can a heir who has lost his legs win the hearts of the people?"

"That's why he made me a reserve. He has always used the trick of borrowing a knife to kill someone." The expression on Di Jiu's face became colder and colder.

Li Yuan was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand to hold her hand, his eyes were full of pity.

It was her misfortune and her fate to meet such parents.

If you don't accept your fate, then go for it.

This is a sentence that Di Jiuzhong kept in mind all his life.

"It's getting late, let's rest." Di Jiu stood up.

As soon as she reached the edge of the bed, the man suddenly pushed her on the bed, and kissed her wildly and delicately.

"Well……"

"I miss you."

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The white snow in the morning was pure and fresh, and it fluttered and fell in the courtyard, covering the dust on the ground.

In order to prevent anyone from seeing him coming here, Di Jiu kept urging him, so when it was still daylight, Li Yuan left.

Early in the morning, the Purple Sun Palace welcomed Di Hong again.

Sitting on the wheelchair, Di Jiu lowered his head slightly: "My son, send my respects to father."

Di Hong glanced at her legs, sat on the main seat, looked at her deeply and asked, "Where is Di Ting?"

Hearing this, Di Jiu raised his eyes slowly, his eyes full of doubt and confusion, "Father, you said Di Ting? Shouldn't he be taken back to the palace by you?"

"After you disappeared, the imperial court also disappeared." Di Hong stared closely at her eyes, as if trying to find a flaw.

Di Jiu's complexion gradually turned pale, "Father, you...don't scare my son, the imperial court is still so small, he...is he gone?"

"Yes, it disappeared with you."

Di Jiu leaned back suddenly, like a person whose energy had been taken away, her eyes were full of shock and grief, she turned around hastily, because she was so urgent that she fell off the wheelchair.

Di Jiu gritted his teeth, clutching his leg tightly, his face full of pain.

Yue Zaiting hurriedly ran over, "Prince, are you alright?"

Di Jiu pushed him away, looked up at Di Hong, his voice choked up and angry: "Father, he...is so small, where can he go? Was it stolen by someone? Who can be so bold!"

Di Hong was useless all the time, but stared closely at every look and expression of Di Jiu.

After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes and exhaled, then opened them again, "Get up, the ground is cold."

"No, father! The imperial court is so small, where can he go after he has been missing for two years? He is the youngest prince in the emperor, and it is all the fault of the son! If it were not for the accident of the son, the emperor's court would not be like this... yes It's my son's fault!"

Di Jiu beat her legs desperately like crazy, she was half prostrate on the ground, watching Yue Zaiting couldn't bear it.

"I don't blame you, you should cultivate well. Tomorrow, my father will send someone to show you your legs. You don't have to be too sad, my father will continue to look for you."

There was a deep stream of light in Di Hong's eyes, and when he finished speaking, he led the people away.

(End of this chapter)