In the southwest of Jinyang City, there is a huge pavilion complex with specifications comparable to the palace.

Above the magnificent and magnificent mansion gate, there is a plaque of ink gold medal hanging, engraved with two ancient seal characters.

Cui Mansion.

The handwriting iron painting silver hook, like a frightening dragon, presents a soaring posture, proud of the Tongqu Heavenly Street.

The line of sight moves down, the hideous stone unicorn is lying on both sides of the door of the five open mansions, the bronze floating nails that seem to be inverted bowl-shaped on the door have seventy-nine sixty-three, nine vertical and horizontal seven, the prince's mansion is the same as the prince's mansion, located above the prince, second only to the honor of the 'ninety-five'.

The pavilions and corridors in the mansion stretch for several miles, the high-rise buildings and pavilions are countless, the pond garden is like the green beads of the desert, dotted with carved beams and paintings, and its exquisite luxury is more than the Jin Palace.

Its wealth is inferior to even the Xiao and Wang families.

In the depths of the courtyard, the candlelight flickered, and a middle-aged man knelt on the ground, crying silently: "I implore my father to come forward to save my Cui family from danger and save the building from collapse." ”

Through the curtain of heavy beads, the sound of heavy coughing sounded one after another, and Youmei hurriedly handed over the spittoon, and a gray hair stretched out the curtain and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, the girl's slender jade hand caressed his thin sternum, and after the shriveled chest and abdomen squirmed, it gradually flattened, the old man raised his eyes with difficulty, his face moved slightly like the wrinkles of old bark, his eyes were cloudy, and there seemed to be a trance in his eyes, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

The middle-aged man stopped talking, choked up and cried: "The son is not filial, the son is not filial." ”

After a long time, the old man's eyes drooped, and he let out a long sigh, his gaze gradually became gloomy, and he tended to calm down, and he said softly: "Help me up." ”

The girl standing beside her hurriedly waited for the old man to get up, and said softly, "Ancestor, be careful. ”

After putting on the brocade robe for the elderly, he wrapped it in a red robe silk blanket embroidered with a brocade rooster peacock pattern, and tightly sealed the last warmth in the quilt, as if once the warmth disappeared, its last remaining vitality would be gone.

The girl brought the stove closer, and after the old man's breath gradually stabilized, she said softly, "Tell me the ins and outs of the matter." ”

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe cried with joy, and hurriedly said yes, and did not dare to slack off the riots encountered by the prince when he entered the Jin Dynasty, robbed people at the banquet, and robbed the Jin Palace

When he first heard about the changes in the east of the city, especially after learning that the Cui family's sister-in-law had failed to invite the real family to attack and kill the prince without authorization, the then patriarch of the Cui family changed color, and he was furious and wanted to ask the teacher for the crime.

Later, he heard that the old lady of the Wang family and Song Wei visited the Jin Palace, and after being invited into the study, he was shocked and knew that a catastrophe was coming.

After hesitating again and again, he decided to cut off his tail to survive, and immediately killed his second concubine, that is, Cui Yan's biological mother Liu and the other three sons, and then carried Liu's four heads to the Jin Palace, intending to meet the King of Jin to no avail, gritted his teeth and returned to the house to ask the old lady to bear the guilt.

However, before meeting the old lady, he secretly ordered Li Jin to secretly prepare the army in Qingxu County, Jinzhou, and prepare for a surprise attack on the state city of Jinyang, which is expected to kill Xiahou Rong, the king of Jin, and then control the Jinzhou army, take Jinzhou as quickly as possible, and then surrender to Taikang in the south, and sit firmly in the position of Jinzhou assassin.

After hearing the ins and outs, the old man was silent for a long time.

He turned his head and asked the girl beside him, "What do you think?" ”

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe was in a daze, his eyes drooped, and he seemed to be unwilling.

The bone fingers tightened and creaked softly, but he lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, gritted his teeth, and pursed his lips without saying a word, for fear of revealing the slightest flaw and causing the old man to be unhappy.

The girl has bright eyes and bright teeth, bent eyebrows and eyes, a shallow smile and a low curtain, and has the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon up close, and the color of a falling goose and a sinking fish from a distance, the jade is soft and soft, and the posture is dignified, no less than the top three on the rouge list.

However, the reputation is not obvious, few people know, the woman's name is Cui Fuyu, the name of the boudoir is like a show, the show in the wisdom of the show, since childhood, born in the boudoir, long in the deep court high court, but the heart is as careful as hair, the wisdom is natural, so the old lady valued, got its fifty true biography, and was called by his friends as 'Cui's prosperity, trust this woman'.

The girl is like a sprout out of the pavilion, with buds to be released, only to see her head hanging down her chest, slightly convex breast, soft-spoken, after contemplating her eyebrows for a while, she said softly: "My granddaughter thinks that the bell must be tied to the bell, the Jin Wangfu seems to be menacing, the root is still in His Royal Highness the Prince, and my Cui's crisis began with the prince and will end with the prince." ”

The old lady bowed her head, "Then what do you mean, how should this matter be explained?" ”

Cui Fuyu raised her eyebrows, turned her head to look at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, she hesitated for a while, and then said softly: "The ancestor has his own plans, how dare the granddaughter mess with her beak." ”

The old man patted his grandson's wrist and sighed lightly: "The ancestor is old, it is inevitable that he will be dim, so let's take advantage of the last breath left to leave a trace of blessing for you." ”

The middle-aged man was ashamed, and bowed down: "Please ancestor teach me." ”

The old man didn't answer, his cloudy eyes were faint, as if he could jump over the pavilion and reach the study of the Jin Palace, he sighed, without saying a word, the middle-aged man in the brocade robe sank, and his face gradually turned blue.

After a long time, the old man lowered his eyes and fell on the middle-aged body, only to see that his breath was vague and sluggish, but his temperament was gloomy, and it was difficult to have a grand posture.

A trace of disappointment quietly flashed in the old man's eyes, if he closed his eyes, the Cui clan would probably be destroyed at the hands of this son.

After sighing lightly, the old man slowly straightened his back, looked at him levelly, and said lightly: "Prepare the horse immediately, and take another thorn vine, with thorns." In addition, I will send a message to the Jin Palace, and you can also visit that person with me! ”

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously raised his head, only to see that on the sickbed, the old man did not smile, and sat down, and a tiger-like posture of swallowing thousands of miles on his body spontaneously appeared.

The middle-aged man was suffocated, and the old man's appearance of not being angry and arrogant made him depressed, and he subconsciously prostrated again, and said with a trembling voice: "No! ”

Cui's old lady's name is Cui Zao, more than ancient and rare, a vein of Shouyang in Jinzhong, in the period of Taizong Jinshi and the first, so it was accepted by the main line, and the later official to the household department of the Lang, the Ministry of Works, is one of the initiators of the opposition to the inner court involved in politics, prompting Taizong to promulgate the edict of 'the harem shall not interfere in politics', and has gone through three generations of Taizong and Emperor Hong, and Song Xi in general, are veritable veterans of the two dynasties.

Until the tenth year of Emperor Hong's Chunxi, he resigned, and the old man went to the begging bones and died in sixty.

On the side of the Jin Palace, Xiahou Rong, the king of Jin, heard that this person was guilty of Jing's request, he didn't dare to delay, and asked the old servant to make a decision with Xiahou Xu.

In the study, the old man didn't seem surprised, and ordered lightly: "Let him come in." ”

The old servant answered, and after going and returning, he brought the white-haired Cui Zao.

As soon as Cui Zaofu entered, the trembling old body leaned over and bowed, not waiting for the old servant to help, and knelt straight to the ground, as if he had no face to cry bitterly, sobbing sideways, and the old tears were horizontal, "The minister Cui Zao was ashamed to worship His Royal Highness the King of Jin, and learned that His Royal Highness was prosperous for thousands of years, and the old minister also died without regrets." ”

This old lady of the Cui family bowed down at an ancient age, which really shocked Xiahou Chun's heart, coupled with the fact that he was invited to see Bo Shan in the middle of winter, and his humble and servile posture made him subconsciously squint.

The old man by the fireside looked at each other with complicated eyes, and after looking at each other fixedly, he sighed lightly: "You are dying, what do you care about." ”

Cui Zao's expression was miserable, but the old body on the ground quietly relaxed, and said in a hoarse voice: "The children and grandchildren are not good, they go astray, and even endanger the whole clan, the old man has no choice but to cheekily implore His Highness to open the net and leave a way for the Cui family to live." ”

The old man turned over the palm of his cold hand, roasted it on the open fire of the demon ye, and said lightly: "The left and right are just a little bit of money, and it's not the autumn post, what are you afraid of, isn't there still a way to live, isn't it because of your Cui family's background, are you afraid that you can't turn over?" ”

Cui Zao smiled bitterly, a small amount of money naturally can't damage the Cui family's heritage, at most it hurts his muscles and bones, but how can he not know the urine sex of his own son, they must not be able to bear this breath, and more than sixty percent of them may rebel and overthrow Jinzhou afterwards, but with the Jin Wangfu sitting here, no matter how much the Cui family is so turbulent, he can't change his life against the sky, and the final result can only be that the nine clans are all beheaded, how can he watch the Cui family go to extinction.

The old man looked at Cui Zao's humble plea, he sighed secretly, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Your grandchild is not my Jin Wangfu this time, otherwise with the friendship between you and me for many years, how could it be so troublesome." ”

Xiahou Chun's eyelids jumped, and after the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he secretly rolled his eyes, he killed Cui Yan in self-defense, and retreated to the Jin Palace's mansion for help to protect himself, worried that the Cui family would fight back again in anger, of course, the reason why he agreed to destroy his family was also to want to do it once and for all.

It's not that Xiahou Chun has a murderous nature, but in addition to the idea of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, he has not failed to suppress the arrogance of the world clan politically and draw wages from the bottom of the clan.

Cui Zao raised his head, and the three people by the fireside came into view, in addition to Emperor Wen Xiahou Xu, who was also an old man, there were two young people, a young girl with a graceful posture lowered her eyebrows and was pleasing to the eyes, and she couldn't see what her appearance was.

The remaining one is a handsome young man with a crown, his face is like a crown of jade, and his eyebrows are sparse, but the killing aura revealed in his light eyes makes him feel terrified, especially the other party's appearance like Taizong, the appearance of the other party Xiao is full of contempt, and the eyes that come at him are cold and calm, and vaguely, he seems to see the shadow of the emperor Taizong in this son.

Cui Zao was silent, and after Yu Yu walked forward for more than ten steps, he leaned over and bowed: "Weichen Cui Zao greets His Royal Highness the Prince!" ”

Xiahou Chun looked sideways, his tone was warm, and he said slowly: "Why does the old lady bother to make this big gift, the ground is cold, get up quickly." ”

The tone was light, but in Cui Zao's ears, it was like thunder, like a thunderbolt in the sky, running through Biyu.

The voice fell, Murong Yan glanced at Xiahou Chun, got up and walked to Cui Zao's side, bent down to help the old man up, she looked out the window, there was a beautiful woman standing proudly in the courtyard, standing alone, like frost and proud plum, left behind and independent.

Two eyes looked at each other in the air, one gentle and wise, shy and graceful; A softness hides rigidity, such as graceful hibiscus, the king of flowers.

The frost and snow melted, the cool breeze blew, blowing the cheeks of the beautiful woman, the eyes flowed, and the spring was soft and snowy.

Murong Yan raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyes slightly, and bowed his head in greeting.

The woman outside the window smiled, beautiful and delicious.

Cui Zao glanced at the woman beside him, with a beautiful appearance and a peerless demeanor, no less than his granddaughter, he sighed in his heart, I am afraid that this trip will not go well.

He thanked him kindly, "Thank you, girl." ”

Murong Yan said to Xiahou Chun: "Brother Shi, can you let the girl outside the house in, don't freeze the family." ”

Cui Zao hung the curtain and said nothing.

Xiahou Chun glanced at the old man beside him, and when he saw that the other party seemed to be smiling, his heart jumped, and he said to Cui Zao without changing his face: "Mrs. Cui, it's bitter cold outside, please let that girl in the outside come in." ”

The old man's heart moved, it seemed that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not as unsentimental as rumored.

At the same time, he quickly glanced at the woman beside him, he already had a plan in his heart, and after pressing his thoughts, he leaned over and bowed: "Thank you for the prince's understanding of the young grandson." ”

He called out, and after the woman entered, her eyebrows softened, and she said softly: "Why don't you hurry up and meet the King of Jin and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." ”

The woman smiled softly and bowed: "Fu Yu greets His Royal Highness King Jin!" ”

The old man's eyebrows were kind, and he bowed his head gently: "Excuse me." ”

Cui Fuyu's eyes flashed, stared at Xiahou Chun, and smiled shyly: "I've seen the prince." ”

The voice is soft and greasy, not sweet and glutinous, the face is soft and bright, and her gestures are all the best of everyone's ladies, worthy of the famous family.

Xiahou Chun supported him weakly and said softly: "Miss Cui doesn't have to be polite. ”

Cui Fuyu lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "Fuyu's nickname is Ruoxiu, His Royal Highness can call me by my nickname." ”

Murong Yan's eyebrows were heroic, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, and his sense of crisis increased greatly.

Xiahou Xu clapped his hands by the fireside, and the old servant outside the door stood respectfully, and he ordered: "Why don't you quickly take off the thorn vine on Cui Shilang's back?" ”

The old servant hurriedly entered, confessed to Cui Zao and smiled, and under the other party's calmness, he took down the thorn vine.

"Take my two robes again, and put them on, and don't freeze."

Xiahou Xu commanded again.

The old servant didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly went to the bedroom to get two dragon robes embroidered with nine dragon play beads and gold silk patterns, Cui Zao changed color, his face turned pale, and he knelt down again with a puff, and hissed: "I beg Your Highness to be gracious!" ”

Cui Fuyu clenched his silver teeth and knelt down with the old man.

The old servant took off the old dragon robe and never really put it on, and stood respectfully on the side, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

Xiahou Xu smiled at Xiahou Chun and said: "I wanted to take off this robe and stay in Taikang back then, but the second child was allowed to take it away, so I didn't have any hypocrisy, and I kept it until now, which can be regarded as a thought." ”

His cloudy eyes seemed to be smiling, "If you think it's inappropriate, you can take it away." ”

Xiahou Chun's scalp was numb, and he intuitively felt that this moody, he immediately had a solemn face, and said with righteousness and awe: "Grandpa is unparalleled, except for Grandpa Taizong, who else is qualified to wear this dress?" ”

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Your father doesn't mind?" ”

The cub didn't feel distressed about selling Yetian, Xiahou Chun smiled freely, "Grandpa has paid so much for Dajing, what is a mere robe, not to mention that my father didn't mind this, it's just some trivial things that are not worth mentioning." ”

He smiled generously and said: "If the grandfather really likes it, my grandson will ask the Shaofu Superintendent Weaving and Dyeing Department to weave a few more pieces for you in the future." ”

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Really? ”

Xiahou Chun said with a straight face: "It's just a few clothes, what's the pity." ”

The old man laughed.

Cui Zao's face twitched, his eyebrow lines wrinkled deeply, the more he listened, the more frightened he became, he thought that the Jin Wangfu and Emperor Hong's veins were like fire and water, but how did they expect it to be so glue-like and as close as a family, could it be that the rumors outside are all fakes, Taikang City is in the next big game of chess?

In the eyes of this person, the world is like chess, if the Cui family hinders the development of Dajing, even if he is merciful, he will not hesitate to pick up the butcher's knife and slaughter it.

After all, he was a former emperor, and the so-called soft-heartedness in Taizong's mouth was relative.

Man is a complex animal, that is, his character is based on the dishes and dishes, not to mention the emperor's heart?

In this world, there is no one who is simply vicious and bad, and no one is pure and good-natured, and people's hearts are like the sea, complex and unpredictable, contradictory and consistent.

For example, Xiahou Xu, he is sometimes moody, sometimes kind, sometimes ruthless, and sometimes kind.

As a multi-faceted animal, the emperor of the generation, his mind is far more complex than others imagine, and many actions today seem to be ruthless to Cui's iron blood, so why not protect himself in disguise?

bluntly said that when the town killed the Cui clan and exterminated his family, it was said to Xiahou Chun; But when it came to the end, he handed the butcher knife to Xiahou Chun, which was made for the Cui family to see, showing his fangs, but it also reflected compassion, and even a trace of helplessness and love of a lonely old man who was a generation of former emperors and was helpless under the general trend of Huanghuang.

Of course, as for how much consideration is stored in it to declare force and deter someone, then you can only ask Xiahou Xu himself.

As for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Cui Zao was even more impressed, isn't it rumored that this son is stupid and ignorant of the general situation, why is he so cunning, and the scheming city government can wrestle with this person, he secretly sighed that it was really a rumor, and it almost hurt them Cui Shi fell into the abyss.

Seeing that the two great concubines of the Xiahou clan joined forces, Cui Zao suddenly did not hesitate to kowtow and bow: "Minister, I implore Your Highness to spare the lives of the people for the sake of the Cui family's worship for many years." ”

He paused for a moment and said in a deep voice: "If Your Highness still doesn't understand your hatred, the old minister is willing to calm His Highness's anger with death." ”

The room was silent, and Xiahou Xu was expressionless and indifferent.

He picked up the tongs again, and after fiddling with charcoal, he watched the curling smoke rise, and handed it to Xiahou Chun.

Murong Yan raised his eyes to look at Xiahou Chun.

Xiahou Chun took the tongs, his eyes drooped, and fell on the old man who was kneeling on the ground, and after a long silence, he slowly spit out a sentence: "Originally, with the meaning of this palace, the Cui clan has to deceive and offend, and it is necessary to use thunder means to kill it immediately, so that it can be exemplified." ”

When these words fell, it was tantamount to a thunderclap on the ground.

The old man's strong momentum stagnated, like opening a floodgate, pouring thousands of miles, and the intimidating people who were high above could no longer be maintained.

His dry lips trembled slightly, his cloudy eyes were unwilling, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped talking.

He knew that the prince in front of him was not only like Taizong, but also soft-hearted.

Mo said that the people who died because of Taizong's army were slaughtered by dozens of clan lords after he ascended the throne, and the Weishui River was dyed red again and again.

The four generations of emperors of Dajing all stepped on thousands of corpses and bones to ascend to the throne, descended from Longwei, ambushed millions of corpses, and bled and drifted.

Cui Fuyu's face was resolute, and he leaned over and bowed: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, I, the Cui family, am willing to exchange half of my family wealth for a glimmer of life." ”

Xiahou Chun's eyes were light and quiet, and he didn't say a word.

Xiahou Xu smiled and was noncommittal.

Cui Fuyu's face was sad, and he said miserably: "If Your Highness still feels that it is not enough, the concubine is willing to accompany His Highness as a slave, serving tea and pouring water, serving and living, and hoping that His Highness will be fulfilled." ”

Murong Yan's face was expressionless, and there was anger in his heart.

I haven't eaten it yet, brother, you still want to do it in one step, heh, you want to be beautiful.

Xiahou Chun frowned, his face was unhappy, and he said: "This matter was originally caused by your Cui clan provoking the palace first, and then conniving at the clan to send real people to attack, how can it be like the palace is bullying?" ”

The old man was speechless, and smiled bitterly, the situation was not up to anyone, how could he expect that the Jin Wangfu would come forward in person, especially when he also learned that this existence used the back hand left by Taizong in order to be safe, otherwise why would he Cui Shi be so compromised, it is really inappropriate to talk about it, and it will be over in one shot or two.

But he didn't dare, and if it really fell out, then the Cui family's thousand-year-old savings would really be ruined.

Cui Zao's breath on the ground was weak, his face was dry, as if he was about to rot wood, he sighed and raised his head with difficulty: "I, Cui, am willing to serve His Royal Highness as the Lord, for generations, never rebel, and ask the prince to fulfill it!" ”

Those who serve the masters, slaves.

As soon as these words came out, Cui Fuyu's face turned pale, and her pale face suddenly turned red, but she was cold all over, and she stood directly on the spot.

Her face changed, she bit her lip and didn't say a word.

Murong Yan cautiously glanced at Xiahou Xu, who was tinkering with the charcoal basin, and he gently pulled Xiahou Chun's sleeve.

Xiahou Chun was silent, raised his eyes to look at the old man by the fireside, and said softly: "Grandpa, in your opinion, what should I do?" ”

The old man smiled: "Live or die at will, you can do whatever you want, you don't need to ask me." ”

The old man was testing him, but Xiahou Chun was not only respectful, but also secretly jealous and afraid of him.

He was also afraid, he was afraid that the Jin Palace's mansion would rebel, and he was afraid of taking his Xiahou Chun sacrifice flag, regardless of the slaughter of 3721.

I am also afraid that this former emperor is pretending to be stupid, hiding clumsy, and showing weakness, in order to make a comeback and regain the throne.

But these thoughts, Xiahou Chun can only hide them in his heart, unable to express them, let alone reveal the slightest, otherwise he will not be forced to rebel.

Rebellion is always a true proposition.

Xiahou Mo, the prince of the Jin Dynasty, shouted that there were 100,000 troops outside the city, and he believed it, but he was not afraid, because those soldiers Xiahou Mo could not move.

The new king Xiahou Rong spoke sharply, hiding needles in the cotton, he was worried, but he was not too disproportionate and chaotic, because although the prestige of the new king was high, he still couldn't resist his father's edict.

But if the old man in front of him eats the scales and is determined to rebel, it will undoubtedly be a catastrophe for Dajing.

Yes, he Xiahou Chun kept saying that they were all a family, and the throne would sit in turn this year to my house, it didn't seem to matter, after all, the fat water would not flow to outsiders, but can the people in the royal family take what they say seriously?

The emperor also swore that he would not die for you, and that he would be hereditary and retired with the country, so do you really believe it?

If this is the case, why should the new king come to the first and then inherit the title? It's not that I'm worried that Taikang City will backtrack.

Oh, you say that the emperor Chrysostom said? But in this world, how many emperors can be immortal? It's all bullshit.

Therefore, this meeting of the Jin Palace, not only the old Jin King Xiahou Xu 'cut his liver and asked his heart' to Xiahou Chun and show his loyalty, but also took this opportunity to convey goodwill, intending to resolve the misunderstanding and grievances between the previous prince and the Jin Palace.

And Xiahou Chun took the initiative to come to the door, he also had this intention, and the first time he entered the mansion, he was full of too much, which was not only to show weakness, but also to show respect, but also to express the idea of reconciliation to the Jin Palace.

Xiahou Xu came out to greet him, which was acquiescing, and Xiahou Rong gave Cui's as a return gift to Xiahou Chun.

As for asking for half of Cui's family property, it is naturally a tacit agreement between the two parties that 'blessings and hardships are shared together', once there is a sudden change in the situation in the future, it is not only the basis for working together to bear the disaster of each other, but also the relief that once the two parties have a quarrel in the future, they can calmly fight for power and profit, and share the spoils fairly, and no one suffers.

And the reason why Xiahou Xu summoned Wang Lao Taijun and Song Xi was to declare to all the family lords that the Taizong line and the Jin Wangfu line have been reconciled as before, and they are safe inside and outside, and they will no longer be divided.

If their clan wants to split, or plan some non-dividing ideas, they should weigh it carefully, after all, there is the Jin Palace, there is Taikang City in the distance, and even the Buddha Gate is plus, all of which are heavy weights, which are very sufficient, not to mention far away, it is still easy to pick a Cui clan to kill.

So Mrs. Wang was silent, and Song Xi was frightened.

As for Xiahou Chun, he pulled the banner of the tiger skin, faked the name of Emperor Jing, carried the momentum of Buddhism, and borrowed the power of the Jin Dynasty and the power of the family Gaomen, and his wings gradually became fuller.

With a butcher's knife in one hand and mercy in the other, he played with thieves.

I saw that under Murong Yan's hope, Xiahou Xu squinted his eyes and scrutinized, Xiahou Chun got up, walked in front of Cui Fuyu, and after taking a deep look at her, he moved his steps again and helped the white-haired old man up.

He patted his thin arm lightly, his tone was complicated, and he said slowly: "Old lady, you are serious." ”

The old man smiled abruptly, but he could no longer underestimate His Royal Highness the Prince.

Murong Yan followed closely behind, helped Cui Fuyu up again, and sighed faintly.

Women in the world, who is not struggling to survive?

All living beings are suffering, but women are the most suffering.