Back at the magnificent East Palace, Su Yihan stood under a big tree at the corner of the garden, and there was not a single bird around him.

A leaf fell on his sleeve. He raised his hand and slowly stroked it. He clenched it gently, and when he stretched it out, it turned into green powder.

Su Yihan's face became even more gloomy and he knocked on the big tree twice.

A black shadow jumped out of the big tree.

After landing, he knelt on one knee with a serious expression, holding a sword in both hands, "Master."

He saw everything that happened just now in the distance. Prince Su insulted their master and the emperor so much that he actually wanted his master to make twenty kites. If it weren't for the time being, how could their master have surrendered here?

The boy's beautiful phoenix eyes were slightly raised at the ends, his lips were bright red, and his voice was elegant and full of ears. "Su Zhao has been quite idle recently, so I'll find something for him."

It became clear, clenched his fists tightly, and clasped his fists heavily, "Yes, Master!" He let out a light breath and finally could deal with this despicable villain who was ignorant of the world.

He raised his head and looked at the handsome young man, his throat choked, saying that this is their master.

Just as I was about to speak, I caught a glimpse of a piece of cloak exposed behind the boy, which was covered with ink and was densely distributed on the cloak.

Weiran: "..." Well, this was left by the master when he helped the little princess block the bamboo tube.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and didn't say anything.

Soon, Weiran quietly left with an excited heart.

Su Yihan covered his sinister expression and returned to the noble and cold crown prince in everyone's eyes, and the gloom all over his body faded away.

When I lifted my feet away, I glanced at the mottled spots on the silver cloak, and the ink was shattered, like blooming black flowers.

He rubbed his hands, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his voice was pleasant, "Su Xiaojiu? Heh--"

interesting.

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The tyrant carried the little boy into the Golden Palace, and Eunuch Lin followed step by step, silently protecting the little girl.

I was afraid that the emperor would accidentally throw the person on the ground.

As a result, he underestimated the tyrant's cold-bloodedness. After entering the hall, he walked straight to the beast-wool carpet and threw the person on it without hesitation.

"Bang--" Su Jiu was thrown into a mouthful of hair.

Most of his face was stuffed into the snow-white long-haired carpet, and the pressed carpet was sunken, and the red clothes formed a sharp contrast with the snow-white carpet.

Eunuch Lin behind him was frightened!

How can a child throw it away like this? What if it is broken? Besides, it is such a cute little boy.

The tyrant believed that the thickness of the carpet would definitely not hurt the little girl, but he looked at her a few times, finally withdrew his gaze, and said coldly, "Tell me, why are you mixed with that dog son?"

He knew Su Yihan better than anyone else, but he was usually cold and cold, like a flower in the high mountain, and did not become enemies with others, but he had to be cruel, and his cold-blooded spirit was not inferior to him.

Otherwise, how could he be able to sit firmly in the position of Crown Jun without any background?

The little girl will definitely suffer if she gets close to him.

Su Jiu didn't know what Su Yincheng was thinking, but what she wanted to do now was to have the relationship between the two and the normal father and son, at least not to dislike each other like now.

If the prince gets angry that day and rebels, she will be the one who will be the one who will be injured.

Thinking of this, Su Jiu felt that the task he wanted to complete was a long and arduous task, brilliant and great.
Chapter completed!