Because of being green, His Highness Yong could only break his teeth and swallow it into his stomach with blood.

Facing everyone's congratulations, I had to pull the corners of my stiff mouth and smile.

"Congratulations to His Highness Yong for his happy success in his son."

"Congratulations to Princess Yong."

"Congratulations to the Emperor."

“…”

In the imperial tent, congratulations and smiling faces lingered in Long Jue's ears and eyes.

Oh.

It is undoubtedly the greatest irony.

The child in Yan Qiyu's belly is not his Long Jue's at all!

He is a wild breed!

What are some congratulations?

Congratulations on his little green on his head?!

#The face is so angry that it is deformed and twisted#

#So angry, but still keep smiling#

There was another person present, and he was in a gloomy mood when he heard the congratulations ringing one after another.

Ning Jiuque had no expression on his face, and his beautiful phoenix eyes were chilly.

...

The news that Princess Yong was pregnant was soon known.

Naturally, it also came into Feng Jin's ears.

Long Jue was originally planning how to remove Yan Qiyu quietly in this royal hunting - not only can he preserve his reputation, prevent the word "Yong Wang" from becoming a joke, but also can relieve the hatred in his heart.

Yan Qiyu, this bitch, dared to cuckold him on his back. Even if behind her was the huge force of Zhenbei Palace, he could never tolerate her anymore!

However, after Feng Jin found out, Long Jue could only coax him first.

Feng Jin was losing his temper and threw a teacup into pieces. The ground was split: "Yan Qiyu is pregnant, Yan Qiyu is actually pregnant! Long Jue, is the child in her belly yours?!"

"...Yes." Even when facing Feng Jin, Long Jue could not talk about the cuckold.

And Fenghua calculated this correctly.

Long Jue's answer made Feng Jin's heart break into ashes, and his eyes were about to break: "You said yes, you actually said yes..."

The weak and slim boy in red was staggered back two steps after being hit.

He looked like he didn't recognize Long Jue.

Long Jue stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and explained: "Feng Jin, didn't I tell you before that Prince Yong's Mansion needs an heir? Yan Qiyu is just a tool to pass on the family line for me. The only person I really care about is you."

"roll!"

Feng Jin no longer believed it and said excitedly: "Long Jue, don't lie to me anymore! Yes, you told me that you want Yan Qiyu to give birth to your successor to King Yong, but... why was it that time?!"

Why was he imprisoned by the emperor in the Hall of Peace of Heart, bullying, playing with, insulting, and waiting for him to come day and night?!

He has nothing left.

Without a clean body, he is no longer the young master of the Phoenix Clan, and even the Phoenix Clan cannot go back. Everything is for Long Jue, but what about Long Jue?

Hahahahahahahaha...

Ridiculous, sad.

Long Jue was shocked and suddenly understood something, but it was too late to explain...

Feng Jin lifted the curtain of the tent of Prince Yong's Mansion and ran out staggeringly...

"Bang--"

In a state of dismay, Feng Jin bumped into someone.

"Feng Jin?" the man hugged him with both hands and asked with a low smile, "Why are you so careless? Is this considered throwing into your arms?"

This familiar voice like a demon made Feng Jin tremble gently. He slowly raised his head and looked at it, and his face turned pale...

The bright yellow dragon robe is noble and dazzling, but the eyes are turbid and old.
Chapter completed!