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Chapter 151: Mingjun from generation to generation(2/2)

Immediately, he closed the Wanli Jiangshan engraved jade fan in his hand with a smile, and stared straight at the little cutie with a melancholy expression.

"Three generations of emperors, generations of Mingjun?"

The little cutie looked at Mr. Liu who suddenly stood up, gently pursed his lips a few times, and nodded his head a few times with a hesitant look on his face.

"Well, back to Daddy, that's exactly what it is."

After hearing the little cutie's answer, Young Master Liu put down the Wanli Jiangshan engraved jade fan in his hand, stood up and laughed loudly and walked towards the table in front of him.

In just three or five breaths, he returned with the teapot in one hand and the teacup in the other.

Liu Mingzhi sat on the bed again, smiling and holding the teapot to gesture to the little cutie.

"Yue'er, come on, let me refill your tea for my father."

When the little cutie heard this, she immediately raised the tea cup in her hand.

"Hey, thank you, daddy."

After Mr. Liu poured a cup of tea for the little cutie, he casually placed the teacup in his hand on the low table beside the bed.

"Yue'er."

"Hey, Daddy."

Liu Mingzhi nodded and took a sip of herbal tea, then looked at the cutie with a faint smile.

"Yue'er, you've already guessed the important premise I mentioned before about being a father.

As a father, I think so, and so do you.

If we, the great dragon, want to truly govern these two new territories, we will need at least three generations of emperors starting from my father.

Moreover, three generations of emperors must be Mingjuns for generations.

Yue'er, since our father and daughter have already talked about this today.

Then I want to ask you, father, in your heart, Yue'er, among all your brothers and sisters, who is the suitable successor to me as a prosperous and wise king?"

As soon as Young Master Liu finished speaking, the little cutie's face suddenly stiffened, and the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

as expected!

Sure enough, what happened next was not beyond my expectation.

All the situations were as expected in his heart. As expected, his stinky old man followed the answer he gave and asked the question that he had already guessed.

The cute little girl's slender arms trembled slightly as she moved the lid of the teapot in her hand, and her heart suddenly became filled with thousands of thoughts.

The king who will succeed? The king who will succeed?

Among my brothers and sisters, who is the most prosperous and wise king who is suitable to inherit his stinking father's ambition to become a world-famous person?

This! This! This, this, this!

Regarding this issue, is it possible for you to get involved?

When the little cutie thought of this, she glanced at Young Master Liu with a depressed expression.

Stinky daddy, stinky daddy, you might as well force your good daughter to death.

Regarding the issue of successor, even my mother and aunts do not dare to discuss this topic easily in front of my stinky father.

Issues that many of my mothers dare not discuss easily, let alone myself.

No, no, no, no, no.

Except for himself and his many mothers, even his grandfather and grandmother would not easily interfere with this issue.

My good grandfather Liu Zhian, what kind of person is he?

In his own impression, his grandfather Liu Zhi'an was a master who dared to fight with his stinky father-in-law, Aunt Yan'er's biological father, and Dalong Ruizong Li Zheng.

His old man was a man who dared not change his face and be tough even when his own imperial grandfather, Li Zhengshang, was still alive.

However, people like his grandfather Liu Zhian, who dared to fight with his grandfather Li Zhenggang, would immediately become speechless after encountering the problem of his stinky father.

As for my own grandmother, let alone that.

If my good grandpa wouldn't express his opinions, my grandma would definitely not say anything more.

When the little cutie thought of this, her heart felt as depressed as she wanted.

Why should I ask myself questions that many of my mothers dare not mention easily, as well as questions that my good grandpa and grandma often avoid talking about?

My grandparents, as well as many other topics that my mothers do not dare to touch upon easily.
Chapter completed!
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