Yan Qingrui said, "Since there is no difference in the victory or defeat, then I will be in vain today, say goodbye!" As he said that, he looked at King Zhong and smiled brightly. There was a meaningful smell in his smile, and then he left freely.

King Zhong thought that he was a dignified prince, and there was no need to argue with a young man.

Although this boy is a bit unusual.

If someone else knew his true identity, he would have to leave him here and wipe it out. But the young man didn't even have internal strength, so he could tie him. Although he was a bit sloppy in his words and actions, he was open and generous, and his eyes seemed to see through everything, which made him unable to have such despicable thoughts.

Or there is another appreciation.

When he was twelve years old, the imperial city changed in a panic. The prince and the kind prince and brother plotted against each other. The father fell ill and could not be in charge of the director. The second prince quickly controlled the capital and the entire prince's mansion was killed.

At that time, he could not believe that the gentle, bright, very filial brother, who was concerned about the people, would do such a thing, and he almost wanted to rush out and plead with his father.

The mother held him and told him the coldness of royal family affection, begging him not to be impulsive.

At the age of twelve, the cruelty that he had only known during his lecture by his master in the imperial study seemed to have suddenly come to his face.

He seemed to have become much more sensible overnight.

Less than a month later, the father passed away and the second emperor's brother ascended the throne.

In the past six months, his concubines' princes died and demoted him. The second princes were extremely secretive. Everyone had a reason to die. As for those who were not killed, it was because the second princess cared about his brotherly affection and was kind-hearted.

He was only twelve years old, and his mother's concubine had no status in the palace. The second emperor looked at him with a gentle smile. Seeing his mother's concubine's worried eyes, he was also worried at the age of twelve.

The second emperor brother said that they were brothers and their father had passed away. He, the emperor brother, had the responsibility to take care of the emperor brother, how could he treat his younger brother badly?

He was named King Zhong, a twelve-year-old prince and a twelve-year-old emperor brother.

It was also from that time that he suddenly understood his situation. He became the most famous playboy in the capital. He was a prince. It didn’t matter if he was arrogant or domineering, it didn’t matter if he was unreasonable, it didn’t matter if he hurts people impulsively, it didn’t matter if he made unreasonable troubles...

In short, the more playful, the more arrogant, the more ignorant, the more mediocre, the more incompetent you are. As long as you are not amazing, both civil and military are excellent.

The reputation of the playboy prince spread throughout the capital.

As the emperor, the second emperor often called him over and scolded him.

But he could see that the second emperor's brother was disappointed on the surface, but deep in his eyes, he had less and less suspicion and examination of him.

While he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a burst of sadness.

He hates being in the royal family.

He doesn't like being the loyal king.

He doesn't want to be silly every day.

But he had to save his life and was born in the royal family, which was his sorrow. He had been secretly investigating something, was the rebellion of the prince and the prince, true or false?

Even after so many years, he still doesn't believe it.

Although even if the truth is found, it may not be useful and will cause trouble for himself. But he wants a truth and an answer.
Chapter completed!