Pretty Consort: Prince, Don't Run away

The Noble Consort Yun was also a princess who came here personally. Although the Southern Kingdom of the Noble Consort Yun was a little smaller than the Lin Kingdom, it was still very magnanimous and magnanimous.

And although she was not his mother, she was as good to him as she was to him.

Song Qian could only put down his guard in front of this person, and a warm feeling rose in his heart. He received the tea with both hands, and even though he did not drink it himself, he offered it to his imperial concubine, "Mother, please do not toil for your son.

"You can't say that."

Noble Consort Yun frowned slightly. "Even though the two of us are currently relying on each other for our lives, you are the direct descendant of the Queen, so your status is very high. You absolutely cannot do such a thing."

"A son is just like a mother." Song Qian disapproved.

Noble Consort Yun's eyes turned as she smirked, lowering her head: "That's true, since I'm your mother, I'll definitely consider everything you've said. You're right, this princess cannot be given to Prince Jing."

With that, she lowered her head and thought for a moment before raising her head.

"This way... The emperor will definitely ask about it in the imperial court tomorrow. You have a slight objection and look at Prince Jing's attitude, but don't go overboard. I will go back and deal with the emperor. "

"Yes sir!"

Song Qian was ecstatic, he immediately cupped his hands, but Noble Consort Yun pulled him back, talking about family matters.

"Your two elder brothers aren't able to support you. Out of the three younger brothers, two of them have no ambition while the other one is still young and useless. Mother hopes that you can become the crown prince."

Song Qian nodded his head and laughed, "Mother has said these words many times, son naturally understands that this is what his son is thinking too!"

The two of them spoke a little more, and after saying nothing more, she ordered the Palace Maid to serve Song Qian, and rest in the side hall.

After they left, the Noble Consort Yun's kind smile disappeared.

She looked at the flickering candle flame and narrowed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

The morning court was the most boring day, but it was a bustling day.

"The princess will be coming over in a month. Prince Jing, you need to prepare." As soon as the emperor sat on the Dragon Throne, he immediately brought up the matter of the marriage alliance.

Song Chongjing did not want to come, and was afraid that the emperor would resolve the matter when he was not around, so he could only bring him.

Now that the emperor had indeed brought up this matter, he took a step forward and said coldly, "Your majesty redeemed himself. Your servant brother doesn't dare agree with this matter. It's the last resort to be intimate with you. Please reconsider, your majesty!"

"Policy?" The emperor sneered. "Then tell me, what is the best strategy!"

Now that our army has won, and our morale is high, we should take the next city and three from two cities, instead of accepting such a condition." Saying this, Song Chongjing took out a map from his sleeve: "Of these two cities, three of them are located in the important areas of Daqing, Lin and Yue. If there is a place like this, then a year's profit can go to their country of Lin.

"Heh, you're quite clear about this." When the Emperor heard this, he remained unmoved. He only coldly snorted. "You also said that you need a year to earn it back. What about your expenses for war!"

"The treasury is now full!"

"Prince Jing, the national treasury is our national treasury. We know better than you whether it's filled or not."

Song Chongjing was unconvinced, and wanted to say something, but seeing that, Song Qian stepped forward: "Royal Uncle, you are a martial artist, all you know, fight and kill, this is a truce, let the citizens rest of their lives, the next year's taxes, will definitely be better for me than a city."

"Qian Er's words are correct." The Emperor was pleased.

Seeing that, Song Qian also cupped his hands: "However, regarding the marriage alliance, I feel that there is no need to marry the princess to Uncle Prince Jing. Uncle Wang has already rejected it, if the princess were to report back in the future, it would be a coincidence."

"Therefore, we shouldn't have let her come!" Song Chongjing interrupted him.

Song Qian was even more unmoved, the two of them were actually discussing in the imperial court.

The Emperor frowned, feeling a headache coming on. Seeing the two of them getting more and more violent, they were actually somewhat unable to keep them in. The ministers, on the other hand, all retreated, not daring to go up and argue, and even more displeased.

"Enough! Prince Jing, this matter has been decided. "

"Royal Father, you can't!" Hearing that, Song Qian was shocked.

However, the emperor didn't look at Song Qian with a displeased expression. "Qian Er, since you're so against it, could it be that you want to marry that princess?"

"This princess …" Song Qian almost said what he was thinking, but suddenly remembered what the Noble Consort Yun said, and changed her words: "Princess has a noble identity, there should be a more suitable candidate."

"Hmph," the emperor seemed to have seen through something, only giving him a deep glance. "You're only at the wedding, don't put your heart at ease here."

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left.

The debate in the imperial court ended up like this, and it unhappily ended.

Song Chongjing did not retreat, and only looked at Song Qian with narrowed eyes. He said in a cold voice, "Third Prince should understand, that we should never have agreed to the marriage alliance in the first place. "Since you also think that the princess isn't willing to marry me, then why didn't you even think about turning the tables on me?"

"Royal Uncle is joking. Since Royal Father has made his decision, I do not dare to object."

"You weren't like that just now." Song Chongjing only looked at him with deep and profound eyes, as if she wanted to see through him.

Song Qian was shocked. He did not want to argue over this matter, but only thought about it and sighed, "Royal Uncle does not wish to marry anyone.

"What is the merit of battle? For the country and the people, I will take charge of everything I need." Third Prince, don't forget, you are Daqing's prince, so you should think the same as me! "

Song Chongjing did not retreat. After he finished speaking, he turned and left without waiting for him to speak further.

"That is also mine. What does it have to do with a prince like you?" Song Qian secretly clenched his teeth, and could only swallow his words in the end.

He left in a fit of rage, but someone stopped him outside the Golden Hall.

Prime Minister Xi had heard the conversation between Song Qian and the Prince Jing, and wanted to leave, but he stopped himself.

He turned and looked at Third Prince, and frowned.

His daughter had only been married for a short while, and no matter how he looked at it, Third Prince's eyes were already fixed on the princess of a neighbouring country. If a princess were to marry him, he would definitely not be a concubine, then Xi Mengge …

After thinking for a moment, he stopped Song Qian and whispered: "This Third Prince, I wonder if he will have time to come to the Palace for a chat today?"

Song Qian was annoyed in his heart. He had wanted to reject the offer, but when he saw that it was the prime minister, he was slightly startled.

Although his heart was already set on the resources of his neighbors, he couldn't afford to lose what he had in his hands.

After thinking for a moment, he smiled, "How can a son-in-law not go when father-in-law invites me?"

Hearing that, the Prime Minister's heart calmed down, and nodded slightly. He heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his head to ask for the Prince Jing, but Song Chongjing had already left long ago.

He sighed and only shook his head. He couldn't help but begin to plan whether this marriage with the Third Prince was good or bad.

Song Chongjing had not recovered from the injury before, but now that he had endured through the ordeal, he was infuriated once again. However, the wound started to faintly hurt.

Walking on the long street, he couldn't help but sigh. "Your majesty, it really gives me a headache."

As he walked, he suddenly frowned.

This place looked familiar, as if he had been here before.