Mu Jiujiu let out a long sigh of relief after seeing the wind being dragged away by the ink shadow.

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Inside the Royal Palace.

The emperor sat behind the desk in the imperial study, looked at Beichen Yue who was standing below, and said in a muffled voice: "Yue'er really doesn't want to ask for this crown prince??" ”

Beichen Yue raised his head, looked at the emperor honestly with a pair of eyes and said, "Yes, please also ask my father to reconsider the candidate for the crown prince." ”

"But...... You know that you are the one I want most. The emperor sighed softly and looked at Beichen Yue with some helplessness.

He stood up and paced back and forth in the imperial study for a few steps, and said slowly with a hint of heaviness in his voice: "When I promised your mother when she was dying, I would let you inherit my position, and I promised her that I would give you the best in the world, why would you ......?"

The emperor turned around, glared at Beichen Yue, and looked at him with an angry look.

Beichen Yue clasped his hands into fists and saluted the emperor: "Back to my father's words, the world thinks that the throne is the best thing in the world, but whether it is good or not, only the people sitting on it know, Erchen dares to ask his father, since the death of Erchen's mother, has his father been happy??" ”

The emperor was slightly stunned, and looked at Beichen Yue without speaking.

"My father already has the best thing in the world, why is he still unhappy??" Beichen Yue's deep eyes looked straight at the emperor and asked.

Emperor: "......"

After a moment of silence, he sighed deeply and said, "That's it, if you don't want to be this prince, it's not right, it's just ...... If I give the crown prince to someone else, you will inevitably be subject to all kinds of suspicions. ”

Beichen Yue's voice was firm: "Erchen is not interested in the throne. ”

The emperor waved his hand and didn't say anything more, but the look on his face made him look several years older all of a sudden.

Beichen Yue stood in place and looked at the emperor for a long time, and suddenly said: "Father, the son has a reluctant request. ”

"What's wrong?" The emperor raised his eyes, looked at Beichen Yue and asked.

"Erchen ......" Beichen Yue's voice paused, and then said to the emperor: "I want to make Mu Jiujiu the concubine." ”

"Nonsense!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor glared at him and said to him angrily: "You like that Mu Jiujiu, and you want to make her a side concubine, I have already opened up for you, you must know that with her identity, she is not worthy of the position of side concubine at all." ”

"Now you still want to make her the concubine, where do you let your father put this old face? ? Where do you put the face of royalty?? ”

Beichen Yue looked at the emperor levelly, and said in a faint voice: "But she saved Erchen's life, if it weren't for her, Erchen would have been gone by now." ”

"Nonsense!!" The emperor put his hands behind his back and said sternly to Beichen: "Not to mention that your imperial grandfather's dream is unreliable, now, I also let her marry you according to your imperial grandfather's request, but your body is not good and bad??" The quacks in the Tai Hospital, every time they check your pulse, they make me mourn! What does this mean?? It shows that she marries you, and it doesn't have any effect! ”

Beichen Yue said to the emperor unhurriedly: "Why doesn't my father let the imperial doctors from the Tai Hospital come to diagnose the pulse of Erchen again?" Erchen felt that his body had improved. ”