"What are you doing in the study after the Prime Minister has gone to court?" Mu Wangshu told him about dinner, but Gu Xinglan was nowhere to be seen.
"Prime Minister, you seem... Sulking." Nanmu's master, who was behind the scenes, felt slightly guilty.
Mu Wangshu pulled up her skirt and went in. The big bulge on the bed was not her husband.
"Husband? Husband? It's time to eat~"
The big bag on the bed was rolled up and did not respond.
Mu Wangshu shook the sachet that showed off his mandarin duck.
"Look what this is."
The big guy on the bed suddenly sat up, his phoenix eyes shining brightly.
"For me?"
"I made it myself. Brother Huang's sachet is made of jasmine."
"Madam, eat!"
Everyone saw the prime minister, who was only 1.9 Meters tall, carrying the princess like a little chicken, walking like flying.
The air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood, and the corpses of Nanjiang and Sergeant Dayuan were piled up into mountains.
The leader of the Southern Xinjiang Kingdom was holding a woman with a bloody face among them.
"I taught you how to exercise power, march and fight; how to govern a country and love your people, but I never taught you to be selfish."
Sweet in the early stage, cruel in the later stage, my favorite~
Concept: There is no perfect character, and there is no perfect ending, but people always have to grow and change.