Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded.
The power of the Son of Heaven Sword is so great, how could it not affect its master?
No one had ever spoken to me about this issue, because it was a taboo.
Neither Chu Qingyan nor Chu Qingfeng would say this to me, no matter how close we were.
Even Consort Rou didn't mention it.
Consort Rou might not have noticed this problem.
Of course, it's also possible that the Emperor wasn't greatly affected.
Consort Shu looked at him and said, "Your Highness, you are young now, you must have fun while you are young, don't rush to take over the Son of Heaven Sword. Once you take it, life will be boring."
Consort Shu shook her head: "Only day after day of court affairs, only endless piles of documents to read, and the little remaining time must be spent on cultivation. There is not a moment of leisure. What's the point of living?"
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Does Your Highness think the Emperor finds no joy in it, rather than enjoying it?"
"He himself doesn't find it dull and boring," Consort Shu scoffed, "He is trapped in the situation and doesn't even realize it. All he thinks about day and night is court affairs. It's tiring just watching him."
Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded: "Your Highness's words, I will remember them."
Cheng Yifeng quickly said: "Anyway, if it were me, I would also choose the Son of Heaven Sword."
"You--?" Consort Shu shook her head: "If you chose it, you would definitely regret it and suffer."
It must be said that fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and cannot be predicted.
When he was young, she wanted him to be qualified to inherit the throne. Now, it's fortunate that he lost this qualification.
Otherwise, with his temperament, if he really became Emperor, he would definitely be a foolish ruler.
Losing the qualification to inherit the throne is at least peaceful.
Cheng Miaozhen said: "It's time to eat, stop talking."
"Your Highness, I'll toast you a cup."
Cheng Yifeng picked up his wine glass, stood up, and solemnly said: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your care. If it weren't for Your Highness's generosity,
my little sister would have suffered greatly, and my mother would not have been rescued so easily."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and picked up his cup: "Your Highness, you don't need to be so polite."
"I must thank you." Cheng Yifeng solemnly said: "I am deeply grateful to Your Highness. Let me express it with wine." After he finished speaking, he drank it all in one gulp.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and drank it all in one gulp.
Cheng Yifeng pulled him to sit down, and sighed: "Alas---", "To be honest, Your Highness, I didn't know these things before. My mother and little sister didn't say anything. If I hadn't accidentally overheard, I would still be practicing hard in the cliff. I am such an incompetent older brother and son!"
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Even if you knew about the major events in the court, what could you do, Your Highness? Just like our Qing Wang Manor, it was the same back then."
"It's different. Your Highness, you have transformed Qing Wang Manor. What about me?"
Cheng Yifeng shook his head repeatedly.
"Brother," Cheng Miaozhen lightly frowned, "Let's talk about something happy."
Consort Shu snorted: "Let's talk about Miss Xiao."
Cheng Yifeng quickly glared at them: "Mother, little sister, I am telling Your Highness my heartfelt words!"
Cheng Miaozhen said: "Miss Xiao is a disciple of the Moon Invitation Palace. My brother likes her and wants to marry her."
Chu Zhiyuan looked at Cheng Yifeng in surprise.
Cheng Yifeng said embarrassedly: "I met Miss Xiao on the way here and fell in love at first sight. Unfortunately, Miss Xiao is a disciple of the Moon Invitation Palace and cannot marry."
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Your Highness, if Miss Xiao doesn't want to marry, you can't force her."
Cheng Yifeng said: "Can't disciples of the Moon Invitation Palace get married?"
"As far as I know, the Moon Invitation Palace doesn't have this rule, but because of the Moon Invitation Palace's martial arts, once they get married and break their virginity, their martial arts will be completely ruined."
"Is it really like that?"
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Losing martial arts makes it easier to age. When a woman loses her beauty, people's hearts are prone to change. Therefore, disciples of the Moon Invitation Palace never marry easily. These are all lessons learned in blood."
One,
"... --- So, I have no fate with Miss Xiao?" Cheng Yifeng asked unwillingly.
Chu Zhiyuan showed a sympathetic expression: "Just think of it as a beautiful memory."
Cheng Yifeng showed a painful expression.
The thought that Xiao Qiuyun could not marry him, could not become his woman, made his heart ache and unable to breathe. Cheng Miaozhen said, "Brother, even if you can't get married, you can still be confidantes."
"I want to marry her back to the mansion and stay with her forever."
"Brother, think more positively, at least she won't marry someone else."
"... --- · Alas, one by one!" Cheng Yifeng sighed, frustrated and sad.
Chu Zhiyuan looked at his rough face in such a state and couldn't help but want to laugh.
Chu Zhiyuan looked helpless, with an expression of being unable to help.
He really couldn't help.
Cheng Yifeng's sadness came quickly and went quickly. Soon, he was talking enthusiastically with Chu Zhiyuan again.
Before the meal was finished, Cheng Yifeng almost pulled Chu Zhiyuan to become sworn brothers.
He quickly became drunk and fell asleep on the table.
Chu Zhiyuan could see that he was happy on the surface, but in fact, he was sad inside.
It seemed that he was deeply in love with this Miss Xiao.
Seeing him drunk, Chu Zhiyuan didn't stay any longer, clasped his fist, and said goodbye before leaving.
Cheng Miaozhen looked at Cheng Yifeng helplessly, got up, and sent Chu Zhiyuan out.
Walking a few steps out of the front hall, when they arrived at the central courtyard, Cheng Miaozhen suddenly stopped: "Your Highness."
Chu Zhiyuan stopped and turned to look at her.
Cheng Miaozhen lightly pursed her red lips: "Come with me."
Chu Zhiyuan looked at her in confusion.
Cheng Miaozhen said: "My realm has now improved, and I can teach you the Yin-Yang Reversal Void Technique."
Chu Zhiyuan looked at her in confusion.
Cheng Miaozhen said: "Even if Your Highness doesn't want to practice it, it's good to refer to it."
Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand and said: "This technique is so mysterious, it should not be spread."
"For me, it's just a way to pass the time," Cheng Miaozhen gently shook her head: "I have nothing to repay Your Highness, only this Yin-Yang Reversal Void Technique, which can be considered a trivial token of my appreciation."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "There's no need to be like this."
Cheng Miaozhen sighed softly: "Because of me, Your Highness is laughed at by others."
Chu Zhiyuan said: "We can't sacrifice Your Highness just because we don't want to be laughed at by the world, right? --- This matter is ultimately a conflict between the imperial court. We are all implicated, but there is no way, who told us we are members of the royal family."
7
Cheng Miaozhen's bright eyes were shining.
She didn't expect Chu Zhiyuan to be so open-minded.
Because she had always felt guilty, she had never wanted to see him.
At this time, she felt more and more that she was inferior to him and wanted to repay him even more.
She suddenly stepped forward, and her slender fingers gently pointed towards Chu Zhiyuan's brow.
Chu Zhiyuan could have dodged, but he didn't, and didn't feel any danger.
Her slender finger landed on his brow, cool and refreshing.
He couldn't help but close his eyes, attracted by the scene in his mind.
After a cup of tea, Cheng Miaozhen withdrew her slender finger, her bright eyes staring at Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a strange luster.
Cheng Miaozhen smiled, indicating that the transmission was successful.
