After rebirth, she married the prince of the enemy country

Chapter 468 Without her, there would be no one else
In one sentence, Emperor Zhao was speechless.

The weight of the word "East Palace" is much heavier than other mansions.

Ling Yan continued, unhurriedly, "I understand Father's worries, but I don't need those help, I can still get what I want."

This is a bit arrogant, but it is inexplicably convincing when it comes out of his mouth.

Even Emperor Zhao had to admit that he was more courageous than himself when he was younger.

"Forget it," Emperor Zhao shook his head, "You can do whatever you want, I am old too, it depends on how you stir up the situation in this court."

After hearing what he said, Ling Yan raised his brows slightly, but did not show much joy.

When he finished his meal and was about to leave the imperial study, he suddenly stopped and turned to face Emperor Zhao.

Just as Emperor Zhao picked up the memorial, he raised his head when he saw this, "Is there anything else?"

"My son has a few words that I want to say to my father."

Emperor Zhao didn't know why, so he raised his hand to signal him to speak directly.

"Since my son has identified her, I will never change it. Without her, there will be no one else."

It was not that he was worried that Emperor Zhao would send someone to kill her, but that he would find Su Yin into the palace and use that set of principles to deal with Su Yin, which made her feel awkward.

Ling Yan was unwilling, and also reluctant.

Su Yin has never been a delicate flower, and she doesn't need to be protected all the time, but if possible, he still wants to block unnecessary wind and rain for her.

The steady voice fell in Emperor Zhao's ears, which inevitably made him sullen and frown.

Just throw the booklet in his hand to him, "You can get out!"

Emperor Zhao originally thought so.

Since Ling Yan couldn't work out here, he would talk to Su Yin, as long as the effect can be achieved, who would have thought that he would be guessed.

This flick was somewhat irritating.

Ling Yan didn't bend down this time, but directed Xizi to send the memorial, and said to Emperor Zhao, "Father, rest early."

Then strode away.

After he left the imperial study room completely, Emperor Zhao took a deep breath and complained to Xizi, "Look, how do I spoil him, how can I harm him?"

Xizi immediately stopped by, "Don't be angry, Your Majesty, His Highness has had his own ideas since he was a child, and you wouldn't have praised him for that before."

"But the key is that he is too determined now." Emperor Zhao pressed his eyebrows with a headache, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious, "Hey, I don't know what to do with him."

Xizi smiled and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, Your Highness knows it well."

Emperor Zhao glared at him, Zhezi didn't want to read it, got up, flicked his wide sleeves, "Go to Changle Palace."

Changle Palace.

When Emperor Zhao came, Concubine De was still trying to make flower cakes in the palace.

Hearing that Lianqiao came to report in a hurry, he was still a little puzzled.

I didn't see the emperor send someone to say, why did he come suddenly, there was no preparation at all.

Before she had time to think about it, she hurriedly took someone to pick her up at the door.

Emperor Zhao had already stepped into the threshold, so she had no choice but to salute hastily, "See the emperor."

"Excuse me," Emperor Zhao helped her up, his nose moved slightly, "What kind of smell, it's quite fragrant."

Concubine De pursed her lips and smiled, and walked half a step behind him, and walked into the hall, "The concubine is free and wants to make some flower cakes for herself, but before they are ready, the emperor came over!"

Emperor Zhao's eyes lit up, he was used to eating in the imperial dining room on weekdays, so it happened to change to other flavors.

"You are quite leisurely." Emperor Zhao sat down at the long table and stretched out his hand to knead a piece of dough. "When it's ready, bring some to me. You have been in the palace for many years, and I have never tasted your craftsmanship."

(End of this chapter)