Everyone knows that Xiao Yunzhao, the young prince of the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion, is an idiot beauty.
He spends his days playing with cats and dogs, wandering around flowers, and even the Holy Father shakes his head and sighs.
Only the regent, Mo Xuanchen, stared at the cinnabar mole under "his" Adam's apple, tossing and turning all night long.
"Is this king... A good man?"
He deliberately made things difficult in the court, and in the imperial examination fraud case, "he" actually reversed the situation in public.
When there was an emergency at the border, the dandy young Marquis volunteered for help. Mo Xuanchen sneered: "Send yourself to death?"
Until he tore open "his" blood-stained shirt with his own hands.
The moment the bra fell away, Mo Xuanchen's fingertips trembled: "Liar."
Xiao Yunzhao gasped and chuckled: "My lord... Do you still feel bent now?"
In front of the dragon bed, the powerful regent knelt on one knee.
"The only thing I want in this life is Xiao Yunzhao."
The empress raised her eyebrows: "Uncle, are you kneeling on my dragon robe or my imperial husband?"
