Against an iron-blooded legion like the Canglong Army, Long Jue's troops had no chance of winning.

The defeat was like a mountain of defeat.

Long Jue was captured alive in the Golden Palace and realized that his father had actually written abdication edict.

The new emperor of the Dragon Kingdom has been established, and he lost completely!

Those princes who have never rebelled openly will at least remain honored for the rest of their lives, and will have no worries about food and clothing.

But Yong Wang Longjue—

Lifelong imprisonment.

Long Jue fell to the Golden Palace with a dead face, with a sad and beautiful phoenix brocade and red clothes beside him.

"Prince, look, you gave Feng Jin to you for your royal hegemony, but in the end it was nothing."

"The only one who has been with you from beginning to end is me - Feng Jin."

A palace chaos came to an end quietly.

*

"Not good, master, the county chief is born!"

Upon hearing the news, Ning Jiuque hurried back to the villa overnight, and even the throne he had just won was not too late to take a look.

The rest of the people were filled with doubts.

Princess?

Which princess?

The new emperor is so anxious. Could it be that the child in the belly of this "Princess" is his descendant?

In the villa, the lights are brightly lit.

Countless slaves were well-trained and went in and out, holding copper basins of hot water, and holding scissors and white cloth.

Ning Jiuque ran into a maid head-on. The copper basin on the maid's hand was filled with blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Ning Jiu was in a state of retouching and he was about to enter as soon as he stepped forward.

"No, master, you can't go in." An old lady quickly stopped Ning Jiuque.

Ning Jiuque's face turned cold, and he shouted unhappily: "Get out of here."

The old lady's plump body trembled, but she blocked the door of the delivery room tightly, preventing Ning Jiuque from entering, almost kneeling down for him: "Master, I can't let go. From ancient times to the present, there has been no precedent for men to step into the important place of the delivery room."

The old lady is Ning Jiuque's wet nurse. Generally speaking, Ning Jiuque can listen to her a little.

"I'm here to say something bold, even if you go in, it's useless. Instead, it's causing trouble. What if the midwife is scared by you..."

"Okay, I won't go in!" Ning Jiuque said with a look of his sleeve.

The old lady was blessed: "Please wait with peace of mind, the princess and the little master will be safe."

...

The wait is long.

A night passed, and when dawn broke out, a loud cry of a baby cut through the sky above this ancient villa.

It indicates the birth of a new lord of the future dynasty.

The door that was closed all night finally opened.

The mother came out with the child in her arms and looked happy: "Congratulations to the master, congratulations to the master, he is a little princess."

"Give me a hug." Ning Jiuque's stunning eyebrows and eyes softened, and he carefully hugged the baby in the cradle, and looked up and asked, "Where is the princess?"

The mother's face froze slightly: "Princess, she..."

Ning Jiuque felt an ominous premonition in his heart, and the few words that were low and violent slowly squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "Speak, where is the princess?"

Those eyes...

The mother's heart trembled, her old face pale, and she knelt down with a 'thump': "Master, please spare me! Princess..."

"Get out!" Ning Jiuque kicked away the mother-in-law who was blocking her face, wrapped in the dark and uncontrollable aura of darkness and anger all over her body, and stepped into the room with a strong bloody smell.

Bihu and Mingzhu two loyal maids, kneeling beside the bed, crying silently.

Ning Jiuque's heart trembled heavily: "What's wrong with Yan Qiyu?"

Bihu had red eyes and choked and replied, "Reporting to Master Qiansui, the princess for some reason, after giving birth to her little master, she was unconscious."

Mingzhu cried out: "Princess, Princess, she may not wake up, the princess was the same as the princess at the time..."

The baby who is still in his infancy does not understand the sadness of adults. When he hears someone crying, he will cry loudly.

Ning Jiuque hugged the child in his arms and walked step by step to the bedside, looking at the woman's delicate face with a snow-like face, which was no longer resurrected and fragrant.

"It's just unconscious and not dead yet, right?"

"Yan Qiyu, tell me, how long do you need to sleep before you wake up?"

"I'm waiting for you."
Chapter completed!