The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

When it was time to enter the capital, only Luo Cirong and Qing were in the carriage.

Rong Qing stared at her quietly with his dark eyes, and said softly, "I'm leaving for a few days."

Luo Ci's curled eyelashes blinked slightly, her eyes were as clear as ice-free springs, and she said with a clear voice, "Okay."

Most of the time, they just do their own thing quietly, without much conversation, but there is no awkward or uncomfortable atmosphere either.

Although there may be no progress, for Rong Qing, it is not necessary to keep looking for topics, even if he just looks at her quietly and does not say anything, it is enough.

The carriage separated from the procession returning to the palace, and slowly drove towards the Princess Mansion, and finally stopped in the quiet back alley, Rong Qing got off the carriage, stood there, quietly watching the carriage leave.

There seemed to be a little ice and snow flowing in the eyes, and the whole person calmed down. The turbulent waves and dark storms hidden in the pupils calmed down, as if there was some kind of power that made his breath gradually soften.

As if awakened.

Quiet, like falling snowflakes, with a touch of coolness, and a gentleness that belongs to him.

Many images flowed by like fleeting images, with a palpitating familiarity, but nothing remained in the end.

...

The palace in the hunting area was only a preliminary conviction for the rebellious minister. After returning to the capital, he would be sentenced and detained again. After the matter of the rebellious minister was dealt with, another palace banquet would be held.

After returning to Beijing for treatment, the third prince of Daqi was diagnosed by the imperial physician as having half-crippled legs, unable to walk independently, and usually needs a wheelchair.

The third prince was naturally furious, and lost his temper to his servants for a long time, but then he restrained himself somehow, but his whole person became quite gloomy.

Generally, there is no major event, and there is no need to hold palace banquets so frequently. The third prince has also received them, and the rebellious ministers have also dealt with them. The only possible reason for holding palace banquets is Rong Qing after revealing his identity.

The day of the palace banquet.

The girl sat in front of the vanity mirror and let the maid dress her up. Through the bronze mirror, she could clearly see the maid's movements and the headgear she chose. Her red lips parted slightly, "Use this one."

"Yes, Your Highness."

It took about half an hour before her grooming was finished. She walked lightly, exuding an inadvertently luxurious aura, and got into the carriage.

After the palace banquet started, as usual, the emperor said a few words, followed by singing and dancing. The eldest princess sat in the most honorable position besides the emperor, drinking tea quietly, but the maid beside her was no longer the same as before. On par with that person.

The third prince of Daqi took advantage of the emperor's words, and his confidants signaled to speak, "Your Majesty, the third prince of our country encountered an assassin in Daliang, and his legs have not healed yet. It will be difficult to explain to our monarch after returning home."

The emperor's expression remained the same, although he was young, he looked calm and calm, "I have ordered the Imperial Hospital to find a cure for the third prince. The third prince can be treated in Daliang for the time being, and he will return to the country after he recovers."

One side is a metaphorical threat, and the other side is avoiding the important ones.

Since the third prince's legs were abolished, he no longer wants to maintain his previous disguise, and he is no more rational than before. After all, no one can bear that he will not be able to walk independently in the future. All activities related to landing on the ground must be attended by someone. How can I bear it.

At this moment, he didn't want to go around with Emperor Liang, so he immediately tore up his face and said unceremoniously, "My prince was injured in Daliang, so Daliang must be responsible for the compensation, otherwise I can't guarantee whether the emperor will be angry or not. At that time, we will fight each other, I believe His Majesty will not want to see it, right?"

He had a completely smashing attitude, his tone was cold, he was playing with the wine glass in his hand, and then randomly threw it elsewhere, making a crisp breaking sound.

The atmosphere at the palace banquet froze instantly.

Emperor Liang said lightly, "I don't know what the third prince wants?"

As an emperor, he can say something, but he can't say anything, even though he doesn't want to talk to the other party at all, he still asks along the way.

The third prince smiled, like a cold poisonous snake, "I want to marry the eldest princess."

A cold light flashed across the emperor's black eyes, and he almost gritted his teeth, uttering Sen Han's words word by word, "I don't agree! This is absolutely impossible!"

He moved to kill.

In addition, there are other veterans who sternly object, "The eldest princess of our country will not marry outside! Don't mention it again, the third prince!"

This is a relatively euphemistic statement, and some ministers almost said that the third prince is not worthy of the eldest princess.

Among them, the prime minister's son on the seat clenched his fists, and he almost stood up.

The third prince said again, "This prince sincerely begs to marry the eldest princess, and I have specially brought a dowry gift when I come here this time. Marriage between the two countries is no small matter, so you should think about it again."

He clapped his hands, motioned for the dowry, and looked at the eldest princess again, controlling his voice to become gentle, but only left a hypocritical impression, "What do you think, the eldest princess?"

Luo Ci's eyes were cold, and before he could speak, a voice came from outside the hall.

"The third prince of Daqi, whose biological mother is a maid in the harem, was not favored by Emperor Qi in the prince competition, and even angered Emperor Qi. His courtiers shunned him. Now he is not doing well, and has no destiny for the throne. There are many wives and concubines in the backyard."

The voice paused for a while, "How can you be worthy of Her Royal Highness?"

The man was dressed in snow and walked step by step, followed by a group of attendants carrying the dowry, load after load, he looked at the emperor with a slightly casual tone, "Your Majesty laughed, this man was taken by the forest." Injured by wild beasts, but condemned to Daliang, His Majesty ignores it."

Rong Qing's eyes lightly fell on the third prince, although he was plain but with a stern air, "I don't know how the dowry gift that Gu used to marry the eldest princess as the crown prince became yours?"

The third prince fell into great fear after hearing his voice, especially after hearing the word "beast", his heart trembled. He was the one who crippled his legs!

However, he was unable to question at all. It turned out that the other party had already become the prince, and Da Qi had no chance to speak of the prince.

The attendant beside him tremblingly said flatteringly, "Your Highness, the third prince's betrothal gift is something else, not..."

Rong Qing withdrew his gaze, and said in a cold tone, "He is no longer the third prince."

The cold voice was like a reminder, but more like a warning.

He has already controlled Daqi, and no one can influence his opinion, even if the third prince is deprived of his status as emperor's heir, no one dares to speak out.

But from now on, the Third Prince will never appear again.

"You can't treat me like this! Father will not agree!"

The third prince was dragged down, and the man pushing his wheelchair looked cruel, lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Your Highness just wanted to abolish your legs, who made you delusional about the Eldest Princess?" Well, you are obviously afraid of His Highness, so you dare to use His Highness's betrothal gift as your own."

"Don't worry, you won't die. How could His Highness let you die so easily?"