When my palms are stretched and tightly, it still hurts a little.

Jiuwei shook his head: "My father is harsh for my own good, not that he doesn't love me."

"What is love?" Jiurao asked.

Jiuwei was silent when he heard this, his eyebrows were frowning in a thin and unexpected manner, as if he was thinking about this issue.

What is love?

Is it love to be good to someone?

After a moment, he slowly shook his head: "I don't know either."

The carriage they were riding in was very large and spacious. There were several cases in the carriage, with a plate of snacks and a plate of chopped fruits and vegetables on it.

There is also a pot of flower tea and a few tea cups.

A basin of ice is placed next to several tables to cool down.

These were prepared by the subordinates of Jiuge as Qin Shang's instructions.

Jiurao poured herself a cup of tea, took a few sips slowly, and said, "Jiuwei, why don't you go back to the royal family of Lingguo to be the crown prince, those pedantic court officials must be so happy that they kneel down to greet them."

Be the prince?

Jiuwei seemed a little surprised and looked up at her, "Aren't you already ascending the throne and becoming the queen?"

"I, the queen, are not expected." Jiurao's tone was faint, "Besides, the ministers in the palace are probably almost forgot about me, the empress."

They were busy fighting for power, busy making their family stand out in the imperial capital, busy becoming powerful ministers, and even busy looking forward to the father and uncle of the regent to fight for power, and the one who was alive could succeed in usurping the throne as soon as possible.

Jiu Rao shook her head, and sarcasm appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Jiuwei didn't say anything.

"If you have this idea, I can give way." Jiurao's tone was lazy, and she didn't know whether it was true or to joke with Jiuwei, "I think it's good to be a princess."

"I don't like others to let you do it." Jiuwei shook his head calmly, "If I want to be the emperor, I will fight for it myself. But since we are born from the same mother, I will not fight for this with you."

Fight?

Jiurao's lips twitched slightly: "To be honest, if you really fight with me, you may not be able to compete with me."

When Jiuwei heard this, he couldn't help but think about it again, judging the strengths and weaknesses of the two in his heart - the pride of not being blind and impulsive is the rule his father told him to keep in mind in recent years.

You must never overestimate yourself at any time unless he truly has the ability to be invincible.

At this moment, he would not underestimate Jiurao just because she was a girl.

After thinking for a moment, Jiuwei shook his head slowly: "It's hard to say."

Although Jiurao was not favored by the court officials, with the support of Chu Chen and the Regent, the sleeping ex-emperor, their mother, also wanted Jiurao to ascend the throne.

And Jiuwei...

If he goes to compete for that position, he can only rely on himself and only gain the advantage of support from the courtiers.

But he really didn't have this idea.

"I am the young master of Jiuge, the heir trained by my father, and I will not compete for the throne of Ling Kingdom. And..." Jiuwei's tone paused slightly, and his eyes fell calmly on her, "If the court officials don't like you, do you have to compromise and give way?"

"Of course not." Jiu Rao shook his head and leaned against the soft couch lazily. "I just gave you an extra choice. If you don't want to be an emperor, then the master on the throne can only be me, and no one can change this."

Jiuwei nodded: "This is the attitude the empress should have."

After the words came to an end, the car was silent for a moment.

Jiurao seemed to be out of interest in this topic. Since Jiuwei did not have the idea of ​​becoming an emperor, she naturally would not force it.

After a moment of silence, Jiuwei took the initiative to speak: "You..."
Chapter completed!