Fighting for the direct descendants, only two of the six dragon sons were left.
One became the emperor, and the other became an idle prince with a shrinking neck.
And she, Chu Ciyi, is the idle princess of the idle prince.
At this time, he was looking at the indifferent Lord Nine-Five and glared angrily: "Why me?"
The man poured a cup of tea and said casually: "I didn't choose you, but the emperor chose glory and wealth and dedicated you to me."
Under the dim candlelight, Chu Ciyi's eyes were reddish and filled with tears. She held her mouth shut to prevent herself from crying out and embarrassing herself, but the voice betrayed her.
The man heard her crying and choking, and her tone was humble and frightened: "Does he not want me? He gave me to you, he doesn't want me anymore, I don't have a husband anymore... I only have one person..."
"Little crybaby." The dignified Ninth Five Emperor sighed helplessly and hugged Jiaorou into his arms. His clear voice was coaxing, "He is not a good person. If you want a husband, can I be your husband?"
"You will still have me in the future, and I will never abandon you."
Purpose: supreme
