Inside the door, Shangguan Yanqiao pushed the tea cup in front of him to Guan Yuecheng.
"If she wants to be the empress, I don't mind her sitting on the throne. This is not a promise I made to her, but a promise made by Shangguan Yanqiao to Chixue."
When Ming Lanruo heard this outside the door, her heart skipped a beat. Her mood was complicated and extremely soft, and she couldn't help but wet her eyes slightly.
Ah Qiao...
This ill-fated man really... made her regret countless times for being blind in her previous life.
If the person she fell in love with in her previous life was him, how could such tragic things happen in the future.
Fortunately, fortunately, his paranoia rewrote his and her fate in this life.
Guan Yuecheng was stunned and looked at Shangguan Yanqiao, feeling a little moved in his heart.
I have been wandering around for half my life, wandering between life and death many times, losing my dearest relatives and loved ones, and seeing everything in the world for half my life. I never trust others casually.
But the person in front of me didn't even need to swear or explain. He just made a promise so calmly, but allowed himself to believe it for no reason -
Maybe he meant what he said.
Guan Yuecheng looked at Shangguan Yanqiao and asked steadily: "Don't you regret it, Your Highness? In the first half of his life, one person was inferior to ten thousand people, and it will still be the same in the second half of his life?"
If he only loves beauty and not the country, why would he endure the humiliation and bear the burden for so many years?
Shangguan Yanqiao lowered his eyes and poured another cup of tea casually.
"I have experienced the feeling of being an emperor for ten years when I was nine thousand years old. Sooner or later, this throne will belong to Xiao Xi. Compared with the throne that can be obtained casually, I want her who cannot be obtained casually."
When Guan Yuecheng heard this, he was speechless for a moment.
Because the man in front of me is telling the truth.
As for the feeling of being an emperor, I have really experienced it at the age of 9,000. Emperor Ming almost ignored him and gave all the power to him.
In front of the harem, no one saw that he was nine thousand years old, and the admiral of the East Factory's palm was not polite.
Even the queen, the deposed prince, and the new emperor still met him to say hello.
Almost all memorials came to him first, and then to the emperor, who held the power of life and death over the entire dynasty's civil and military affairs.
What is the essential difference between all the power he has enjoyed since he became nine thousand years old and being an emperor?
Only the former nine thousand-year-old Cang Qiao, now the Flame King Shangguan Yan Qiao, could be so contemptuous of the throne and say such things.
Guan Yuecheng picked up the cup of tea in front of him - the cup of tea he handed to him.
He remembered that the eldest lady also had this habit and liked to pour a cup of tea to the target of her persuasion.
Guan Yuecheng chuckled, drank the cup of tea in one gulp and put it on the table.
"I hope you will do what you say, then the red blood will not become an obstacle between you and the eldest lady."
Shangguan Yanqiao looked at Guan Yuecheng, a hint of relaxation flashed in his dark eyes, and his originally tight waist also relaxed slightly.
"I'm going to call Miss Lan Ruo in. We should continue to discuss the next war."
Guan Yuecheng smiled, stood up and walked out the door.
Outside the door, Ming Lanruo heard Guan Yuecheng's footsteps and quickly stuffed the rhubarb into the small cage around her waist.
He turned around, raised his breath and tapped his toes, and quickly flew far away to the edge of the city tower.
Lest Uncle Guan discover her eavesdropping.
Dahuang, who was enjoying the breath of Gu God, was suddenly put into a cage: "..."
Guan Yuecheng held his hand on the door. When he heard the slight sound of wind outside the door, he knew that Ming Lanruo must have gone far away.
He knew she had been outside the door, but now she was farther away.
Guan Yuecheng suddenly turned his face slightly: "Your Highness, King Yan, the way you have grown so much in love with Tai Chi since you were little and won the complete trust of Emperor Ming is only known to me and Duke Ming Guo. Miss Lan Ruo...if you don't know...
"
Shangguan Yanqiao squeezed the tea cup in his hand and looked at Guan Yuecheng's back darkly.
"Then never let her know. As fathers and uncles, we, selfishly, still want our daughter to be happy."