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She wants to tell her father that he will definitely do justice for her! Shah Khan thought, and stretched out his hand to Carrie, "bring me my cell phone."

Carrie looked at the minister's face. Under his strong gaze, she handed her mobile phone to Shahan.

Shah Khan swiped his fingers on the screen and dialed the phone in the twinkling of an eye. A deep and thick male voice came from the other end of the phone, with some surprise in his tone. He didn't seem to expect to receive her call. "Shahan?"

"Father..." Shah Khan heard it and couldn't help calling. He looked at the minister standing in front of him wrongly, then fell down and stared at his skirt. "Father, I don't want to go back yet," said Shahan coquettishly.

His majesty, whose voice was sweet to Shah Khan's, surrendered in an instant. He didn't even hear what she said, so he just promised, "good, good."

"Really? Father, do you really promise to let me stay in New York?" Shahan confirmed repeatedly. She was afraid that the king would deny it in the blink of an eye. And it was true. After gradually calming down, the king asked, "sharhan, you have been in New York for a long time. Is it time to come back?"

As soon as Shah Khan heard the King say so, her whole face immediately collapsed again. She tilted her mouth and looked about to cry, "you... You all bully me..."

Can't be with the person you like, can't do what you want to do, and now you have to take back her freedom.

A strong sense of grievance swept over like a tide, and Shah Khan couldn't help sobbing.

As soon as the king heard the voice of Shahan crying, he immediately softened his heart and kept comforting her. "Shah Khan, don't cry. My father is just worried about you. If you want to come back later, come back later."

Finally, the king took a step back.

When Shah Khan got permission, he slowly stopped his tears, talked to the king again, and hung up the phone.

"My father promised me that he would not let me go back so early. Please go back, sir." Shah Khan looked up at the minister with red eyes with wet tears.

Seeing this, the minister had no choice but to resign. He turned around and asked the private doctor for several words before leaving Shah Khan's room. Kali, who had been on the side, came forward from this and, under the guidance of a private doctor, covered her sprained ankle with ice.

The cold temperature is pasted on the place that is getting hot due to swelling and congestion, which greatly reduces the discomfort, but also makes the acupuncture like pain clearer and clearer. Every pain seems to stimulate the brain and make sharhan show his teeth.

"Princess, you'd better bear it. The congestion is not easy to change." the doctor comforted Shahan when he saw that he was suffering. He squatted down, rummaged in the two medicine boxes for a while, found another ointment, took a little and applied it to her swollen part, pressed her feet, spread the ointment little by little, and massaged it gently but accurately.

His majesty, who was abroad, held the phone, listened to the busy sounds from the microphone and looked thoughtfully at a white envelope facing him. He hung up the receiver and picked up the envelope, and he heard the man who was standing on the side to tell him, "Your Majesty, this is the photo of your royal highness in recent days."

The king nodded, then opened the envelope and took out all the photos inside. I patiently read one by one. The first few were Shah Khan walking in the back garden of the hotel, or reading in the room, and so on. The last few... Suddenly broke into the shadow of many strangers.

The king took those photos closer, but... He didn't remember the people above.

The king put his hands on the table and thought of shar Khan crying on the phone just now. He was a little distressed. Did... Someone bully her? But I let her go home, but I refused. And these people... What does it have to do with his baby daughter? After thinking for a moment, the king secretly decided to investigate the real reason!

"You, go and find out the identities of these people." the king looked up and said to the people in front of him. He paused again and added: "also, has the envoy arrived at the princess?"

"Yes, the envoy just arrived at noon today. Maybe he should see the princess now," the man replied.

As soon as the envoy arrived today, Shah Khan called to tell him he didn't want to go back... The king sighed and shook his head helplessly, "let the envoy report to me."

"Yes." the attendant answered, then saluted his majesty and quietly withdrew from the room. Only the elderly king was left alone in the whole study.

He raised his hand and rubbed the throbbing temples, tidying up the photos scattered on the table one after another. He slowly opened the first drawer on the right. It was full of photos one after another. Glancing over, there is the same figure in each photo.

Shahan.

She is either happy or sad, or angry or smiling.

His majesty put the photos in his hand in the front, gently brushed all the photos with his fingers and stayed on one of them. That was the appearance of Shah Khan sitting on the throne dignified and elegant at the 18-year-old adult ceremony, wearing a navy blue high waist skirt and a crown inlaid with nearly a thousand precious stones.

Noble, royal style.

It's what he's been asking Shahan to look like.

His majesty deliberately took out the photo and touched it gently. A proud smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

He relaxed, leaned on the cushioned seat, raised his head, closed his eyes, and let the breeze with the smell of sweet flowers blow in by the side of the window.

A moment later, the phone ring suddenly sounded on the desk, which disturbed him and woke him up who almost fell into a dream. He frowned slightly, opened his eyes, calmed down, and then leaned forward to get the microphone a little far away from him.

"Ding Ling... Ding Ling..." the bell still rang, as if urging him to move faster.

The king grabbed the microphone, pulled the circle of curved wires, put the microphone in his ear, and said impatiently, "hello?"

"Your Majesty, the envoy called." at the other end of the line was his secretary, asking him if he wanted to transfer the phone.

Oh... It's an envoy. After being reminded, the king remembered that he wanted the envoy to report, and hurriedly said, "well, take it in."

The phone was silent for a moment, then there was a piercing noise, which soon calmed down again.

"See your majesty." although you can't meet and salute, you can't omit the etiquette that should be in the royal family. The courtiers were very respectful. "The minister has seen the princess." he knew that his Majesty's greatest concern was the royal highness of the princess, and that the princess's call was called to the king just now.

Therefore, we can guess the intention of his Majesty's call.

The envoy walked slowly in the corridor and waited patiently for his Majesty's questions.

"Why did she cry just now, seeing her royal highness?" asked the king. If the envoys could know the reason, it would be better.

Why is your highness crying? The envoy thought for a while, then thought carefully and replied, "maybe it's because he doesn't want to return home so early."

"Does she have anything else to do in New York?" His Majesty was a little puzzled. When he went to New York, he only said that he was going to travel to relax, but he didn't expect that this distraction had lasted so long.

He sent someone to observe Shahan secretly, so he knew more about most of her actions. But just go out, have a party, enjoy flowers and read books in the hotel. What else can she do to keep her in New York?

The envoy found it difficult to answer this question. He had just arrived at the hotel and was not familiar with the current situation. Now his majesty asked, he could only reply with caution: "the minister has not yet understood. But..." he thought, and said, "Your Highness seems to be injured."

As soon as his voice fell, he heard his Majesty's excited voice, "what? Hurt?!" the king frowned again. No wonder, no wonder Shahan cried just now

"How can the princess tell me now that she's hurt?" the king asked seriously. "When was she hurt? Was it serious?"

The bodyguards he carefully selected are all furnishings! So many people can't even protect the princess?!

The king was so angry that his voice gradually increased.

The envoy at the other end of the phone didn't see the king angry, but even so, he unconsciously kept the mobile phone away from his ear. He hurriedly explained: "the princess should have just sprained her ankle. She has been treated by a private doctor. It's no big problem."

"What is supposed to be just?" the king caught the small flaw in his words. "We must find the best doctor and give her a comprehensive examination!" the king ordered decisively.

"Yes..." the envoy had no choice but to promise. At the thought of the princess who was very resistant to just doing a small examination, he immediately got a headache. What if the princess didn't cooperate? The envoy thought for a moment and proposed, "Your Majesty, I think it's better to let the princess return home as soon as possible."

As long as the princess returns to the country, everything is in the sight of his majesty, so... There won't be so many things, and he doesn't have to be caught between the two and be embarrassed to do anything.

The envoy's suggestion was very useful to his majesty. The king nodded in agreement, but on second thought, he had tacitly agreed to Shahan on the phone. Now he repented. He was afraid that Shahan would be unhappy. The king thought, a little embarrassed, and didn't answer.