After rebirth, she married the prince of the enemy country

Chapter 487 What, Hard to Answer?
With that said, Su Yin stretched out his hand and ate a sunspot.

She prefers to start with big things, but she never lets go of any small pawns.

Emperor Zhao looked at her lifting movements, but smiled and said nothing.

A piece on the edge, harmless, she didn't bother.

"Since that's the case, I'll eat you too."

The two are considered to be rivals at chess, you come and go, the square chessboard is so lively.

Black and white are entangled with each other, and no one can please anyone.

Reaching an impasse, Emperor Zhao pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Among my sons, who do you think is more likely to sit on the dragon chair?"

After the words fell, the imperial study room was silent for a while.

Su Yin slowed down her breathing a little, looked up at him, and found that he was also staring at her.

Eyes full of interest.

Before Su Yin came in, she knew that this time would not be so simple, but she didn't expect Emperor Zhao's first question to be so direct.

Anyone who answers is wrong.

Seeing that Su Yin hadn't spoken for a long time, Emperor Zhao smiled lightly and said, "Why, isn't it easy to answer?"

"The emperor is in good health, so don't think about these things for now."

"You're wrong," Emperor Zhao shook his head, "If you don't settle down while you're still in good health, you'll have to let others arrange it when you're sick."

Has this kind of thing been rare since ancient times?
He didn't want to wait until his deathbed, still worrying about Xuan Zhou's successor.

Su Yin also shook her head, "Your Majesty Shengwei, who do you want to sit on this dragon chair, isn't it just a matter of imperial decree?"

"This sentence can fool others, but it can't fool me."

Emperor Zhao stroked the cup slowly with his fingers, waiting patiently for her answer.

It seems that if Su Yin doesn't say a person's name, he won't turn the page easily.

Su Yin pondered for a moment, then said, "As a maid, she naturally follows the master."

Emperor Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, with a half-smile, "So, do you think it's the prince?"

"It's not that I think, it's that I hope this person is the prince."

There is still a difference between the two.

Emperor Zhao understood the meaning of her words, nodded slightly, lowered his eyelids, showing a bit of sternness, "The prince is indeed a good candidate, with good character and ability, but the status of the Lu family is a bit low, which is not enough to increase him. High stakes.

So I have been thinking about it, to balance the power of the court, the princess needs to be tall and noble, so that she can be his help.What do you think? "

Su Yin laughed secretly.

It was waiting here.

"The emperor is very considerate."

Emperor Zhao was not satisfied with this answer, and pressed forward step by step, "There are many famous families in the capital, which one do you think is more suitable?"

It's too late for Su Yin to be sloppy.

At this moment, she was playing with a white ball in her hands, and looked at Emperor Zhao, without any dodge in her eyes, "It's only right when the prince wants it."

Emperor Zhao narrowed his eyes, "Really?"

"Great forces come with equally great hidden dangers. Who can guarantee that people's hearts will always be the same under the collusion of interests?"

Su Yin's tone was clear and shallow, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, "The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant's nest, Your Majesty."

The relationship between famous families in Beijing and China has always been intricate and unclear.

Collude with interests will eventually be destroyed by interests.

Emperor Zhao did not understand this truth, but for thousands of years, everyone has defaulted to getting married as the best way to win over, and no one has ever raised doubts.

Su Yin's words made him a little silent.

"Your argument is novel."

(End of this chapter)