The emperor snorted heavily in his nasal voice. He was urging the prince to quickly take over the conversation and, as the eldest brother, properly enlighten his awkward younger brother.

The prince's eyes flashed with tears, and he said in his heart that you are the emperor and you are the father, you can't control him and ask me to take care of him. I don't want to bully people like this.

But he had to care about the emperor's majesty, and said solemnly, "What the father said is that the seventh brother...the seventh brother has indeed reached the age of marriage..."

He glanced at the prince with a glaring look, and he trembled, "But for marriage, you have to find the right girl. The seventh brother feels satisfied, and naturally appreciates the father's hard work."

The emperor disagreed, "Seven women come in together. I don't believe in a girl who doesn't like the seventh one."[

"Father is wise!" Besides singing praises, what else did he dare to say?

Obviously, the emperor was not satisfied with the prince's retreat. He was thinking about how to put more pressure on him to make him give up the idea of ​​trying to please both sides and stand firmly behind him. However, he accidentally caught sight of Yan Xi's terrifying big black face and ferocious look.

An evil expression.

The emperor, who was very hopeless, was also frightened.

"Father, are you discussing the rewards for your sons with His Highness the Crown Prince?" The unusually calm voice paired with this venerable face made Yan Xi look like a soul-seeking messenger from hell, and her aura alone was already frightening.

"Your Majesty, you have outstanding military achievements. If you are not satisfied with this arrangement, you can raise it with your father." He swallowed and maintained his fatherly and kind expression. The emperor's eyes kept falling on Yan Xi's elegant high bridge of nose.

This can slow down the visual impact he brings. "I also know that seven women are a little less. If I add three more, I will make it perfect. By next year, I may have ten more white fat women."

The grandson of the emperor."

Visible veins appeared on the prince's forehead. His father was not discussing this. He was adding fuel to the fire. He thought the seventh child was not angry enough.

"Then thank you very much, Father."

Ga? That’s it. No rage, no vigorous resistance, and no rage as imagined.
Chapter completed!