Gold Medal Hunter: The Lazy Concubine Seeds the Ghost King

When the old emperor heard this, a flash of depth flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting in the wind, and people with weak eyesight should not be able to detect anything.

Many times, gossip seems to be harmless, but the more it looks like chatting, the more people can hear something.

The second princess, Wang Yueyao, is not stupid. Before she can find any conclusive evidence of aggression, only such gossip-like gossip can penetrate the most people's hearts. The other party will imagine it on their own.

"Royal sister, I don't think we should make any rash assertions before the results of anything happen. My father has already made it clear in the main hall. We will only express our opinions after Princess Lan has done it or failed to do it.

, as for other things, I don’t think you should gossip about people’s merits behind others. Okay, my dear sister, didn’t you say yes when you came here today?

Did you come to pay your respects to your father and catch up with Sister Huang by the way? Why don't you ask about Sister Huang's current situation instead of just asking about irrelevant people and things? " Wang Yueqing is not stupid, she is a good person, but

, marching and fighting is just like in official circles and other occasions, with the same intrigues and battlefield strategies, otherwise she is not a joking general.

"Oh, sister, you are wronging the emperor by saying that. Father, look at the emperor, you are just trying to make fun of your son." Isn't coquettishness one of the natural weapons of a woman?

"Oh hehe hehe, the princes all want to come to the palace to have a heart-to-heart talk today, so don't talk about irrelevant things. By the way, Yao'er, you have been married for a long time. There are three unfilial piety, and the worst is not having children.

, what should you do

Speak for yourself." The old emperor waved his hand down, came out to talk to Xi Ni, and signaled that they could stop. By the way, he brought the topic to the belly of the second child. This man is quite old, and what he wants most is to enjoy his family.

happy.

There is a reason why he prefers the fourth child. Who can make these princesses not live up to their expectations and not give birth to a grandson for him to play with? How can he have such a child? Only the fourth child looks a little like a good wife and mother.

The family is well-organized, and the emperor and grandson are also very competitive. They have been proficient in chess, calligraphy, and painting since childhood. This is like his bloodline from the Mochizuki clan.

"Father..." Wang Yueyao, the second child, rolled her eyes, trying to pretend to be shy. How could she know why her belly was so unsatisfactory? Although the fourth child gave birth, she was giving birth to a daughter.

So far, except for the youngest prince, her father, the Mochizuki clan doesn't even have a male son. If she can give birth to a son, she will have a bargaining chip to compete with the youngest prince.

The most important issue that the father cares about is the inheritance of his heirs. Otherwise, the youngest would not be doing nothing and accomplishing nothing, so he would be so partial to him. Although there are some reasons for the late queen, but... alas! Belly! Belly!

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"Ajin." Shengxia Bei closed the door tightly when she returned to the palace. Since Wang Yuelan learned about Shengxia Bei's psychic ability, she no longer felt suspicious of her seemingly "sneaky and sneaky" behavior.

, so the most important thing between two people is the "secret that cannot be told." If anything is revealed, trust will become stronger invisibly, which is an important foundation for maintaining a relationship.

So he asked Uncle Qian to close the door of the palace tightly, not to accept outsiders, let the princess think quietly, and provide the princess with the most beautiful environment for thinking. Although he could not provide help, he could give her a quiet environment.

This is what he can do for her, although it's nothing...