"What?" Murong Lie suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of surprise.
Xiaoyan is Princess Xuanhe? How is this possible?
"You heard it right, Xiaoyan is Princess Xuanhe." The emperor sighed and repeated it quietly. He slowly walked to the window, put his hands behind his hands and said, "What happened to Xuanhe in the house, you
You know better than I do! This girl has been in love with you since I don’t know when, and even ran to your house to work as a maid without telling me... It’s better now. My belly is getting bigger, and I don’t know how to deal with this.
situation……"
"..." Murong Lie was still immersed in surprise and couldn't recover for a moment. This really surprised him. Xiaoyan turned out to be Xuan He? Then wouldn't the child in her belly...
Damn it, we're in trouble now!
"My dear, how should I deal with this matter?" The emperor turned around and said
"Your Majesty..." Murong Lie really didn't know what to say, so he could only lower his head and say: "I know that I am guilty, and I hope your Majesty will show mercy!"
"If I don't blame you, that's fine, unless you marry Princess Xuanhe!"
"Your Majesty!" Murong Lie wanted to resist, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say. He already had children. If he didn't marry, who else would be willing to marry this princess?
"If you don't marry Xuan He, what will happen to the child in her belly?" The emperor looked at Murong Lie with his old eyes, and sighed deeply: "I don't want to embarrass you, Ai Qing, and I hope you can do it for Xuan He.
For the sake of the future, she insists on giving birth to the child in her belly, and you don’t want to see your child be born without a father? "
"..." Murong Lie was silent. He thought of Xue'er's newly lost fetus, and then of the child in Xiaoyan's belly. He began to hesitate. Is this destiny? Is it a compensation given to him by God?
The emperor looked at his hesitant expression and felt uneasy in his heart: "As long as you are willing to marry Xuan He as your concubine, I will agree to it no matter what the conditions are."
Time passed by minute by second, and the atmosphere in the room became more and more solemn...