"Damn fellow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" in the ornately decorated room, "Caesar" clutches the sheets and gnashes his teeth. He was deeply concerned with this insult, and was bent on clearing it with blood and revenge, but unfortunately, he did not reflect on it, but thought that they had bullied him for his young age.

"What should I do now?" The boy muttered to himself, frowning, gritting his teeth, and thinking hard, only to find that he had nothing to do.

"Caesar" discovers through his memories that his uncle is not as unscrupulous and extravagant as he imagined, but on the contrary, he is in a sense a prosperous king.

His uncle always liked to go on private trips, lurk in the market and fight with his people, and learned what they thought.

Even on a private trip, he unexpectedly learned that the horse he was riding was actually forcibly seized by the financial officer, so he recruited the financial officer on the spot and executed the flogging in front of the public.

From that time on, the uncle had a name for justice and benevolence, and it was believed that he would be compassionate to his people no matter how much power he received.

"Caesar" of course dismisses it, and he even thinks that his uncle has misbehaved, and as a king, he confuses the difference in status and fools around in the market all day long.

"Hmph, it's really a troublemaker, even if you become an emperor, you don't look like it." He said sourly, of course! At this moment, he does not have the demeanor of an orthodox heir, and he is not even as good as his uncle.

Other than that, this uncle is really a powerful man. The rotten bureaucracy was forcibly taken over by his coalition army to prevent a vicious circle.

Of course, the army, which gained greater power, was born with bad intentions several times, but all of them were perfectly solved under the personal authority of the uncle.

Now, this country is a country where everyone can see his prosperity, but "Caesar" can't see it at all. He thought he could do it, and subconsciously ignored his young age, and even less because he didn't have an uncle—he would take over a big mess.

At this moment, he was bent on regaining the throne and putting to death those who despised and insulted him, but he sadly found that there was no force to use it. The uncle's prestige was so high that one could ignore the alleged usurpation.

The boy was a little desperate, and when he was crushed by his own force and completely unable to speak politically, he felt as if he was in a quagmire, surrounded by enemies.

In fact, this is completely his imagination, although his uncle is very defensive against him, he is also dedicated. Food, clothing, shelter and transportation were all the best, and the servants were also in groups to serve him.

But how could this please the boy!

These belong to him, at least he thinks so, and uses what belongs to him to please him? "Caesar" fell into despair, and he subconsciously sat down on the bed.....

Then the boy cried out in pain, his buttocks were red and swollen, how could he sit down like this? The boy was bent over his waist because of the pain, and he was unable to move, although his buttocks were drugged, but to no avail.

Just then, there was some movement in the room, and it was behind him.

"Who?" The boy drank vigorously, but he was actually angry and ashamed. This shameful appearance was seen, so how could he save face! So the resentment towards the swordsmanship teacher deepened, but he was still smart.

"Who are you? This is the Crown Prince's room, so please leave immediately. "Caesar" was very clever in giving the order of eviction, who knows what the intruder is trying to do, he can't take any risks for it, the intruder can leave on his own.

As the boy spoke, he quickly turned his head, but saw a beautiful young woman. About eighteen years old, with a good figure and a cold temperament.

She was wrapped in a black robe, but her face was hidden in the shadows, and a sharp gaze pierced through it. The mysterious woman spoke slowly, in an unpleasant voice. (Similar to the cat meow in the alley, abrupt and weird)

"Your Majesty, don't be afraid." She bowed and bent slightly, "I am your humble servant, and I can only cast a few small spells, just a small trick in front of your Wang Wei. ”

"Hmph." The boy's ears were tilted back, and if his mind was not so confused, he would immediately understand that this man was flattering him, not taking it seriously.

The woman continued: "I have heard that you have some minor troubles, but of course I know that you will be able to solve them sooner or later, and it will not be my turn to be a poor woman. ”

"If only you understood." The boy restrained the ominous strange, he was bent on revenge, now! But there were people in front of him who were paying allegiance to him.

"But you broke into my room, although you wanted to give your own modest strength, but it was also rude. But I will grant you the grace of innocence, merciful. He said it really like that, but unfortunately, even if the milky voice deliberately suppressed his throat, it revealed that he was only ten years old!

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The woman saluted as if she had just been spared.

"What can you do?" The boy asked, he didn't know anything about witches, so his tone was a little confused and distrustful. This witch is really not small...

The woman said cautiously: "Your Majesty, my little spell is only compared to your Wang Wei, but the candlelight is only compared to Haoyue, but I am still a little proud." I can make the opposing general's body fester, and defeat myself without a fight. I can shed poison on the estuary, and the plague will spread to the cities downstream, and countless humans will be harvested by the Grim Reaper. ”

"Your Majesty, tell me where the enemy is? With a small sacrifice, I can help you reclaim the throne. The woman said quietly.