Returning to the dormitory, Sicang fetched water for Yun Zishu to wash up, and served her very attentively: "Your Highness, have a good sleep."
His voice was also exceptionally gentle, completely different from his usual cold and distant tone.
"I don't want to sleep." Yun Zishu put her hand on Sicang's shoulder and sat on the couch, "Sicang."
"Your Highness."
"Sicang." Yun Zishu's eyes fell on Sicang's face. She didn't know whether she suddenly became interested or felt that Sicang was good-looking. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to outline Sicang's sharp and sharp features, "Why don't you smile?
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Si Cang was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Your Highness."
"You look better when you smile." Yun Zishu's eyes were shining, and her face showed the innocence that a girl of this age should have. "You look better than everyone else."
Si Cang stared at her delicate face and said gently and patiently: "As long as His Highness likes it."
"Well, I quite like it." Yun Zishu nodded and couldn't help but burped lightly, "I like it very much, I like it very much."
The two words "I like it very much" in a row seemed to be emphasizing something, making Sicang's heart feel hot and his joy could not be restrained.
"Sicang." Yun Zishu reached out and touched his heart: "You are mine, you are not allowed to hook up with other women, do you hear me?"
"Yes." Sicang nodded meekly, "In my humble position, I won't hook up with anyone."
"...That's so good." Yun Zishu muttered, "You belong to me and only me..."
Si Cang picked her up and walked into the inner hall with steady steps: "Your Highness, please sleep for a while. You will feel more comfortable when you wake up."
Yun Zishu closed her eyes and said in a confused voice: "When I wake up, you must tell me whether the Xiao family has... been taken to prison. I want them... well, they all get retribution."
Sicang squatted in front of the bed and took off her shoes, his voice low and gentle: "Your Highness, don't worry, the Xiao family will definitely be sent to prison, and there will never be another chance to turn around in this life."
Yun Zishu closed her eyes and moved her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but her voice rolled up in her throat and she fell into complete silence.
Fell asleep.
Si Cang stared at her sleeping face quietly, feeling at peace in his heart.
Your Highness.
His slender fingers gently brushed the hair sticking to his cheek and gently tucked it behind his ears. Sicang's eyes were nostalgic and gentle, and he couldn't help but purse his lips.
I really want to kiss her.
Sicang was a little frightened, but he had to restrain himself. This was the girl he wanted to protect for the rest of his life. She was the girl he regarded as a treasure, so he couldn't be too anxious.
After watching her for a while, making sure that the girl was breathing smoothly and sleeping soundly, Si Cang stood up, carefully adjusted her into a comfortable sleeping position, took another reluctant look, and then turned around and walked out.
Leng Yue saluted: "Your Majesty."
"Watch this place." Sicang ordered coldly, "No one is allowed to disturb her before I come back."
"yes."
Leng Yue and Leng Shuang were like two door gods, guarding quietly at the door of the palace. They were sure not to disturb His Highness's sleep, but they could see her at the first sight after His Highness woke up.
When Sicang walked out of the princess mansion, the sky had turned dark.
The investigation of the Xiao family was over, and the result was already known. Si Cang had no interest in asking, and his body flashed and completely blended into the night.
In the exquisite attic in the inner courtyard of Yubao Pavilion, a person was sitting in front of the window, waiting for him.
Sicang walked in slowly and closed the door behind him.
"Master." The man sitting in front of the window looked young and gentle. When he saw him coming in, he stood up and saluted respectfully, "Has the master seen the letter sent to the master by his subordinates?"
Sicang nodded indifferently: "What do you say over there?"
"The queen has already arranged a marriage for you. You are a standard noble daughter from aristocratic family. This daughter's father is a powerful official in the court——"
"There is no need to waste your time on insignificant matters." Si Cang interrupted him, his tone as cold as frost, "It is not anyone else's turn to decide my private affairs."
The gentle man was silent for a moment: "They insist."
"The condition for me agreeing to go back is that everyone must abide by my rules, otherwise there will be no discussion."
The gentle man lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes. I will write a letter and send it to you tonight."
Sicang walked to the window and stood there, with a tall and majestic figure, and a faint and frightening pressure all over his body. "There will be envoys from Dongyou coming over soon. You can write to them and tell them to send one who can speak with the most weight."
Someone came over to talk."
"Yes." The gentle man responded respectfully, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The current situation in Dongyou is not very good. The princes of the royal family actually do not want the master to return. If the master insists not to return, the emperor will have no choice but to
Choose a person from the clan to adopt, establish him as the prince, and inherit the throne, but the queen cannot agree and is determined to find the legitimate prince."
A legitimate prince?
Sicang's expression was cold, and the air in the room seemed to have dropped several degrees rapidly, "What does it have to do with me?"
"The emperor and the queen are of the same opinion, they both want to find their master."
Sicang stood with his hands behind his hands, looking out the window, his expression indifferent, and his whole body exuded a cold air.
"The queen also said that all the members of the clan have dreamed of this opportunity. As long as the master nods his head, the throne will be at his fingertips."
"She can give the opportunity to others." Sicang's tone was cold and inhumane, "I don't care."
"Of course the Queen can give up the throne to others, but the reunion of mother and son is her greatest wish." Another voice sounded from the attic, "I hope His Highness the Prince will be considerate of the Queen's longing for her son and can find time to go back and see her."
Sicang remained silent, his profile as cold as an ice sculpture, and there was no trace of any emotion.
A middle-aged man walked out of the inner room, wearing a dark green robe embroidered with python patterns. He looked noble and calm. His eyes fell on the side of Sicang's face, and he felt slightly chilled as he looked at this man who had been living outside for more than twenty years.
Sicang's figure is tall and tall, standing there like a sharp sword, sharp and restrained, with a murderous aura hidden around him, and he does not seem to be an easy master to mess with.
It's really not easy to convince him to go back.
"The emperor is dying. I have given you enough face by coming to talk to you personally." The middle-aged man's eyes were heavy, "Dongyou's bloodline has gradually withered over the years, and the emperor's dragon body is getting worse day by day. Now he is in urgent need
Recovering the crown prince is in charge of the overall situation. I hope you will seriously consider it and proceed from the overall situation."
Give him enough face?
Sicang slowly turned to look at him, his eyebrows were cold and his eyes were extremely indifferent: "Your face is not valuable to me."
"You!" The middle-aged man was angry and was about to explode. However, he didn't know what he was worried about and quickly suppressed his emotions: "What is it that makes you willing to have a good talk?"
"Whether Dongyou is dead or alive has nothing to do with me, and I don't care when your emperor dies." Sicang's voice became colder and colder, "If you want to use blood to negotiate terms with me, then I can only tell you,