Chapter 269: Princess Ji's Dissatisfaction
"I'm just casually asking, if Ye'er is really your biological son, it's nothing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info "Seeing that Daddy is angry, although the cold night is also helpless. But right now, he still sneered and comforted his father.
"You child, being a father is good for you and for Hao. You watched your mother and concubine be born with your own eyes, if you weren't my own son, who would it be? ā
With his son's expression, King Ji's expression was a little helpless. Although I don't know why my son wants to ask himself this, I still really look at him and ask back.
"Well, when you say this, the night is also at ease. Then I'll rest. ā
Looking at the father, not only could he not ask the reason, but the old man was also angry. Although I don't know why he is the same son, he is so different from himself. But for now, he still looked at his father apologetically and closed his eyes as he spoke.
"Rest well, don't think about what you have or don't have. The Father will find a way to restore your internal strength again. ā
The son is like this, King Ji felt that he was so suspicious because he had lost the internal strength of his body and ten years of youth, looked at him and explained, saw him nod, and then explained to Qingfeng Bai Yu again and then raised his feet and left.
"Master, why do you ask the prince this? For the sake of Princess Qingya, the Phoenix Night King can't tell such a big lie. This ......"
Although their father and son were talking secretly in the room, Qingfeng and the two were so powerful, although they were at the door, they could hear it clearly. Thinking that the master doubted his identity and asked the prince, Qingfeng was dissatisfied and asked him at that time, and commented disdainfully on Feng Moli's actions.
"Boguo and my daimyo have been friends for generations, but I have never been to Boguo. I really don't know what he said. I'm not sure if he can be trusted, but he's the uncle of Princess Qingya, and I'm now a half-crippled person, so there's no need for him to deceive me, and it's not good for him. ā
Qingfeng's dissatisfaction, thinking about everything Feng Moli told him. Although Leng Mingye said to himself in his heart that he couldn't doubt his father's words, his father really hurt himself. But he didn't know that it was good, to hear that. Still full of serious eyes, while talking about the weirdness.
"Could it be that the master really wants to thoroughly investigate his identity for the sake of Princess Qingya?"
Seeing them say this, Bai Yu not only couldn't stop his thoughts, but also made him suspicious. Although he was full of disbelief, he still asked him curiously.
"Well, I didn't know it before, but I know, I must find out."
The two of them looked like this, although they knew that they were so ridiculous. But thinking about his true identity, Leng Ying Ye still looked at them and said.
"For the sake of Princess Qingya, is it worth it, master? Although she is grateful to you now, her personality still has the sex of the Phoenix Night King, and now the master, will she really continue to have feelings for you? ā
Knowing that it would be difficult to stop him, Qingfeng still asked him with displeasure. I couldn't help but ask him what I knew.
"It's none of her business, even if she's ruthless to me, I'm going to find out. Okay, you go down and secretly send someone to Boguo to verify, remember to get the portrait of the head of the Nangong family as soon as possible. I want to see how he resembles me. ā
Ben just asked Daddy casually, although Daddy's answer was sonorous and powerful, but when he thought about his question, Daddy's eyes flashed with shock and displeasure. Leng Styx still stubbornly looked at the two of them and explained to them.
"Okay, my men will arrange it."
Knowing that it would be difficult to stop him, Qingfeng was helpless but still clenched his fists and turned away.
"If the master finds out that it is not the son of the prince, what will the master do?"
Thinking that the master wanted to intervene in the verification, Bai Yu asked him worriedly although he was helpless.
"There's nothing to do, I just want to know the truth. Even if I am really a member of the Nangong family, I am still a subject of the Daimyo, and I am the prince of the Daimyo Ji Wangfu. It's a pity that now I'm afraid I'm going to become the destruction and shame of the entire prince. ā
Bai Yu's question, Leng Mingye smiled faintly and showed his position. Thinking about his current situation, he sighed gloomily.
"No, I believe that the princess will definitely dispense the corresponding medicine for her master."
The master's look of loss and decadence, Bai Yu's mouth opened. The helplessness and blame in his mouth were still full of sincerity to comfort him.
"Really? Hopefully she can configure it. ā
When he said this, Leng Mingye smiled helplessly and sighed sincerely.
The two talked like this, but they were listened to by a girl who was coming to the door with a bowl of supplements.
"The prince is not the prince's biological son? This ......"
Thinking about what she had heard, the girl looked shocked and whispered in her heart, and quietly went back with her things.
This girl is the girl next to Princess Ji, and she is also the girl who Princess Ji was injured and sober when she heard the cold night, and specially came to send him something to show her love.
"What? You said that you heard the prince say that he was not the prince's biological son? This ......"
The news brought back by the girl, Princess Ji asked in disbelief with shocked eyes, and saw that the girl nodded respectfully, and her good-looking eyebrows and eyes were slightly contemplative.
"Go down, all of you. If he is not the prince's biological son, then the title of the prince of the Ji Wangfu does not belong to him. Princess Ji waved her hand to let the girl retreat, and then her eyes were full of deep muttering, thinking of her son Leng Minghao, with a rare pride and calculation in her eyes.
"Princess, is there something wrong with coming so late?"
Half an hour later, Prince Ji was in the study, looking restless and thinking about the book while holding the book. Princess Ji arrived with a tonic and saw that she had put down her things but did not walk away. For her coming to me so late, he put down the book in his hand and asked her in surprise.
"Lord Wang, is Ye'er the child of Lord Wang and Sister Qingrou?"
Princess Ji thought about what she had heard, and although she was full of anxiety, she still looked at him and asked.
āā¦ā¦ Why do you ask that? Who is he if he is not my and Qingrou's child? ā
The princess suddenly asked, and Prince Ji couldn't help but think of the conversation between himself and his son. Although the expression on his face became solemn, he still asked her coldly. The attitude towards this princess was obviously not as gentle and affectionate as in front of the cold night.
"The concubine body knows that the concubine body should not doubt Ye'er's background. But if he is not the child of the prince and Sister Qingrou, what qualifications does he have to continue to be the prince in my mansion? Not to mention that he has no skills now, and he is ten years old. In the future, his future prince has never thought about it. What's more, I just asked Xiao Ru to send him supplements, and outside the door, Xiao Ru heard him explain to Qing Feng and Bai Yu to investigate this matter thoroughly. ā
Princess Ji saw that the prince was angry, her expression paused, and she still boldly said the dissatisfaction and displeasure in her heart. After speaking, his expression turned slightly to look at him and said.
"You, even if he is not the child of this king, he is qualified to become the prince of the world. As for his current situation, I have sent someone to find the old man with medicine, and I believe that with the ability of the old man with medicine, he will definitely be able to dispense medicine for him. As long as he takes the medicine, the internal strength around his body will also recover. ā
Princess Ji boldly asked and blamed, King Ji's brows furrowed, obviously displeased with her prejudice against her beloved son, the big hand on her side clenched, or looked at her to answer. Seeing that her expression eased, there was a touch of embarrassment on her face, and she was more disappointed. Still looked at her lightly. (To be continued.) )