"Did my nephew make my uncle lose face?"

Zhao Zhen pursed his lips and looked at him, with no smile at all on his face. His voice was a little lower, and it sounded vaguely reproachful.

"Don't think that I don't know your little thoughts. Aren't you just afraid that I will blame you, Mrs. Zhang? Are you afraid that I will be upset and come here just to accompany me? Huh! You, you have read so many sage books in vain.

, Now there is no sense of propriety. The dignified prince allows rumors to spread all over the capital, but does nothing. What do you think you are doing?"

A white chess piece rolled between Fu Jiuqu's fingers.

"Uncle is worried too much. Since Xing Yuan died, my sister-in-law is in a difficult situation with three children. My nephew is just helping me, and I will help if I can. I don't dare to have any unnecessary thoughts. Rumors stop only for wise people, but my nephew is not

I don’t do anything, I just don’t want to make things worse..."

"Crack!"

A black stone fell heavily on the chessboard, and Zhao Zhen raised his head and looked directly at him.

"Ask yourself, do these words come from your heart? There are only you and me tonight, and uncle will give you a chance to express your feelings..."

Fu Jiuqu was silent.

There was silence all around.

After a while, Fu Jiuqu slowly stood up, pulled out his chair and bowed to Zhao Zhen.

"A real man promises a thousand pieces of gold. I once swore in front of Xingyuan that I would take good care of his wife, children, and children. How could I do something as bad as a pig or a dog? I called her sister-in-law and treated her as my own sister-in-law."

Zhao Zhen stared at him.

For a moment, he sighed quietly.

"Chier, what do you have to hide?"

Fu Jiuqu lowered his eyes slightly, "No."

Zhao Zhen stared at him: "Then let me ask you again, are you willing to marry the eldest daughter of the Cao family?"

Fu Jiuqu didn't raise his head and paused for a moment before answering him in a low voice.

"Willingly."

Before the voice fell, the low voice of the waiter came from outside.

"Official family——"

Zhao Zhen glanced at him, "What's the matter?"

The waiter glanced at Fu Jiuqu and seemed to hesitate to speak.

"The eldest lady of Cao Mansion came to the palace late at night and asked to see the saint."

Zhao Zhen's brows furrowed and his tone was slightly dissatisfied, "Are you here to visit a doctor? Humph, at this point, do you really think that my inner palace is his back garden?"

"No, it's not." The waiter's eyes were always wandering on Fu Jiuqu, then he walked to Zhao Zhen's side and whispered as if biting his ears: "I heard that Miss Cao... wants to break off the engagement. Madam

I don’t know why, but I actually agreed, and even hurriedly entered the palace to discuss with the saint.”

Fu Jiuqu's eyes darkened slightly.

The relationship between emperors and empresses has always been delicate. It is not surprising that the officials have spies around Empress Cao, just as Empress Cao has spies around the officials.

But why did the Cao family come to the palace at night to discuss the engagement?

What happened?

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Today, in order to watch an 82-year-old man who is one of the best in the universe, I write very slowly and feel uneasy...

I have written the second chapter, but I feel that the state is a bit wrong and I am going to revise it again.
Chapter completed!