The yin and yang is weird, the fake princess has good etiquette, and the young powerful minister x is a vicious and cold-faced puppy.
"She is not good to me."
Yuan Tingshu said calmly to the emperor: "It is almost common for her to scold or tease ministers, but she is gentle and soft-spoken when dealing with others."
It was as if the humiliating days of the past were remembered again, and the young man's beautiful eyes had a strange emotion.
"Even after His Majesty issued the wedding decree that day, when I came to pay homage today, she kicked me."
"I'm like her dog."
He must be complaining. As he spoke, he slowly leaned towards the emperor who was sitting upright, allowing people to clearly see the vague gray marks on his chest.
This is the original Xiaohouye.
The emperors rotated, and the descendants of the Xiao royal family changed. However, the Yuan family held military power for generations. The real dragon occupied a high position, and the Yuan family's unicorn flag remained standing at the city gate.
And it has nothing to do with who is on the throne, every prince knows it clearly.
How can the daughter of the Cui family compare with the Yuan family?
This was no longer a bad treatment for him. When he first ascended the throne, he followed the red line predicted by Qin Tianjian and arranged a marriage between the young Marquis and the princess of the Cui family. However, the young Marquis was wronged because of this, and Emperor Zhengde looked solemn.
"Since the Cui family doesn't know how to teach their daughter, I will order the princess to be brought into the palace and ask Aunt Liu to teach her female virtues again."
Yuan Tingshu raised his eyelids when he heard the words, and suddenly changed his attitude. He put one arm on the table, supporting his jade chin, and said with no emotion in his voice, "Your Majesty wants me to be beaten again."
Emperor Zhengde, Xiao Qinrong didn't care about his offensive behavior, but he couldn't understand what his classmate who had grown up with him meant in his words.
Obviously, all the complaints today sounded like he was dissatisfied with the engagement, and he meant to break off the engagement. But if he hadn't nodded on the day of the wedding, the decree wouldn't have been made.
Could it be that the red line horoscope predicted by the Qintian Prison was not firm, and Xiao Qinrong's expression was dull.
"Then what does Zhishu want?"
Even if he ignored this prophecy to pursue this purpose and sell the young marquis a favor, even though it was against his ancestor's decision, Emperor Zhengde was still willing.
Yuan Tingshu raised his eyebrows, met the emperor's probing eyes, and spoke in a casual and meaningful tone.
"I want to get married as soon as possible."
Intention: If you love me, the red line of destiny will be true.
