Feng Chenjiu frowned, wondering what his father was thinking all day long.

The emperor chattered a lot, saying that he didn't mind that he liked men, and also said which royal family member he thought would be better to adopt.

If not, he would let the eldest, second, and third sons get married quickly, and then the first child would be adopted as the crown prince.

The more Feng Chenjiu listened to him, the deeper his frown became, until he said, "It is said that the third son is quite close to Prime Minister Jiang's youngest daughter. How about I grant them a marriage first and let them have a child first."

The sound of "pop" pulled the emperor's thoughts back. Looking at the shaky table, the emperor knew that the person in front of him was angry, but what was he angry about?

Feng Chenjiu gritted his teeth and said, "Father just said he wanted to marry someone?"

"Ah?" The emperor didn't react for a moment, and blurted out subconsciously: "Give the third child and Miss Jiang a marriage?"

Feng Chenjiu clenched his fists and said coldly, "If you want to marry them, you might as well break off relations with me first."

So serious? Although the prince didn't seem to like him very much, he never said such serious words. The emperor even began to wonder if there was any grudge between them.

He didn't think that I had anything to do with Miss Jiang. He just thought of his son's weirdness just now. He just thought that he didn't like the third child. What did the third child do to provoke him?

"No, no, no, no. Then can't you tell me which girl you like?"

Feng Chenjiu snorted coldly and left directly.

The emperor sighed helplessly.

On the way back to the East Palace, the guard was still a little uneasy. He looked at the prince in front of him and said, "Your Highness... Isn't it too disrespectful to talk to His Majesty like that?"

The guard next to Feng Chenjiu was the son of the nanny who had been taking care of him. In the first few years after the queen's death, Feng Chenjiu was in dire straits every day. It was the nanny who had been taking care of him and pulled him back from the brink of death several times.

This guard had also been with him all the time. They were the best comrades on the battlefield. So he would speak bolder than others.

Feng Chenjiu sneered and replied, "Do you really think he indulges me so much just because of the relationship with the queen mother?"

The guard was silent after Feng Chenjiu said this, and he didn't understand why he said that.

Feng Chenjiu said slowly, "Just relying on the friendship of the queen mother, I am afraid I don't know how many times I would have died."

"What is that?" The guard was confused.

Feng Chenjiu spoke slowly: "My grandfather has only two children, my mother and my uncle. A few years ago, my uncle's child was poisoned, and he was also given a sterilizing drug. He will never have any offspring in the future. It can be said that I am the last blood of my grandfather.

My grandfather also wrote to me several times, hoping that I can return to Nanci. Now Nanci is prosperous, not much worse than us.

As long as I become the emperor, I can unite the two countries. Isn't this his idea?"

Of course, in addition to this, he has also received a lot of support and has his own business. With his ability, his father can't stop anything.

From the moment he came back, he didn't want to hide it, so he naturally knew everything.

What can he do to him? He can't. Even if he burns down the palace, he can only smile and say that he will pass the position to him.

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