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Chapter 1371

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"Your Majesty." Cheng Zheng bowed. When he was in the carriage, he had already noticed that someone was following them. He had originally thought that it was someone sent by Lu Yaoyao, but who would have thought that it was Zhao Yong.

Zhao Yong's face was somewhat gloomy as he coldly looked at Cheng Zheng, "That's Rou'er's carriage."

"It's the Eldest Princess' carriage." Cheng Zheng replied in a low voice, not feeling the slightest bit guilty. Zhao Yong should have already seen through it, so there was no point in hiding it.

"You're not the least bit afraid of losing face." Zhao Yong coldly snorted. He was both angry and helpless towards Cheng Zheng. This was the Yuan Country's Great General that he had raised and was now his left and right arms. If he wasn't the younger brother of the previous Empress, he would naturally be happy to let Rou'er marry him, but he was still the Imperial Uncle! Even if he wasn't related to Rou'er by blood, his status was still there. He really didn't care about himself or Rou'er at all.

Cheng Zheng lightly smiled, "This subject has never been afraid of losing face."

"Have you thought about Rou'er's status as your niece?" Zhao Yong coldly asked, "Are you not afraid that Old Master Cheng will beat you to death?"

"If Your Majesty agrees, I can immediately remove my name from the Cheng Clan." Cheng Zheng calmly said. He had never cared about being a member of the Cheng Clan.

Zhao Yong coldly smiled, "And if we don't agree?"

"Then this subject will wait." Cheng Zheng said. He had all the time in the world as long as Zhao Rao didn't get married. However, even if Zhao Yong wanted to bestow a marriage upon her, he could still make her his woman.

"Wait for us to die?" Zhao Yong angrily asked.

"Your Majesty, why would this subject think so?" Cheng Zheng said in a low voice.

Zhao Yong took a deep breath, thinking that he should have stopped Rou'er from finding Cheng Zheng two years ago. This wolf in sheep's clothing! After so many years of not marrying, he had thought that he had no interest in women. Who would have thought that he had taken a liking to Rou'er?

"We should execute you." Zhao Yong said through gritted teeth.

"Your Majesty, only with this subject here can I protect Rou'er for a lifetime." Cheng Zheng wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that if he died, then no one would be able to protect Zhao Rao.

As long as Zhao Yong died, regardless of whether the Second Prince or the First Prince ascended to the throne, they would not tolerate Zhao Rao.

Zhao Yong did not speak, because he knew very well that what Cheng Zheng said was the truth. Otherwise, he would not have brought Zhao Rao to Yuan Country. He wanted to remind his two sons that no matter which of them ascended to the throne in the future, Zhao Rao's status as the Great Elder Princess would not be affected.

Cheng Zheng did not want to force Zhao Yong to immediately agree to his marriage with Zhao Rao. "Your Majesty, Rong 'er just saw Lu Wushuang in the palace."

"What? Who took her to see Lu Wushuang? " Zhao Yong's first thought was the same as Cheng Zheng's. If there was no one to guide Cheng Zheng, it would be impossible for him to meet Lu Wushuang. That was the palace of Yuan Kingdom. Not to mention that everyone around Lu Yaoyao was a capable person, there was also Mo Rongzhan who lived in the palace. Zhao Rao, a princess of Qi Kingdom who did not know martial arts, would find Lu Wushuang so easily?

"San 'er said that he didn't see anyone else. It seems like he didn't even see many palace servants." Cheng Zheng felt that there was something fishy going on, but he couldn't go back to the palace to find out the truth. In any case, Shang 'er had safely left the palace.

"What did Lu Wushuang say to Shang 'er?" Zhao Yong asked coldly.

Cheng Zheng looked up at Zhao Yong. "She told me about the cause of the death of the late Empress."

Zhao Yong's face suddenly darkened. He looked at Cheng Zheng coldly. "It has something to do with Concubine De?"

"Yes." Cheng Zheng did not hide it.

"I know that Shang 'er has always disliked Concubine De." Zhao Yong's face was cold. What Lu Wushuang said might not be true. What if Zhao Rao was used to deal with Concubine De and the Second Prince?

Cheng Zheng said lightly, "This is the reason why Shang 'er didn't want to tell you. Your Majesty, have you ever believed her?"

"How can I not believe my own daughter?" Zhao Yong was slightly angry. He just didn't want Zhao Rao to be used.

"Your Majesty, Shang 'er is your daughter, not an official. You don't have to have evidence to believe her." Cheng Zheng said in a low voice. "I promised her that I would investigate the truth for her."

Zhao Yong looked at him deeply. He knew about the grudge between Cheng Zheng and the late Empress. Although he was adopted by the Cheng family, he didn't seem to have any feelings for the Cheng family, especially between him and the late Empress. The late Empress hated this adopted brother. It seemed that Old Madam Cheng died of illness because of Cheng Zheng.

He knew that Cheng Zheng would not be biased.

"Shang 'er told you everything, but not me?" Zhao Yong agreed to Cheng Zheng's investigation. But why did his daughter believe Cheng Zheng and not him? Was he that untrustworthy in her heart?

After all, he was her imperial father.

"Even if Shang 'er told you, you would only doubt her words first. You wouldn't feel sorry for her," Cheng Zheng said lightly.

Zhao Yong stared at Cheng Zheng coldly. "You made Shang 'er like you so quickly?"

"She will like Chen sooner or later." Cheng Zheng grinned. "There is no woman who doesn't like me."

"I'm warning you. If Shang 'er doesn't want to, you can't force her." Zhao Yong frowned.

Cheng Zheng nodded respectfully.

Zhao Yong felt annoyed when he saw him. "Scram!"

As he grew older, his health deteriorated year by year. Zhao Yong hoped to be closer to his children, but his two sons were useless. His only consolation was that his eldest daughter was not willing to be close to him. How could he not feel depressed?

Seeing Cheng Zheng leave, Zhao Yongcai snorted heavily.

"Your Majesty." Song Honao walked out from the shadows.

"Keep an eye on him. Don't let him mess around with Shang 'er," Zhao Yong said coldly.

Song Honao smiled bitterly. "Your Majesty, I can't protect the princess. Even if Marquis Anning wants to mess around, she can't do it in front of others …"

Before he could finish, Zhao Yong glared at him.

"Do you think Lu Wushuang's words are trustworthy?" Zhao Yong asked.

The Emperor was becoming more and more merciful. If it was in the past, he would have immediately arrested Concubine De and interrogated her. "Whether it's true or not, Marquis Anning will know once she finds out."

"I can't kill Cheng Zheng." Zhao Yong sighed. Not only could he not kill him, but he also had to give him military power. "After I die, only he can protect Shang 'er."

Song Hongao said in a low voice, "Isn't your illness getting better?"

Zhao Yong shook his head and didn't speak.

"Your Majesty …" Song Honao looked at Zhao Yong hesitantly.

"What do you want to say?" Zhao Yong asked calmly. He walked slowly on the moonlit road. The moonlight shone on his tall figure, drawing a long shadow. He looked a little lonely.

Song Honao whispered, "I'm just curious. Why did you bring the First Princess to the Heavenly Consort's founding ceremony?"

Zhao Yong looked at the moonlight. "Yuan Kingdom's Heavenly Consort, Jin Kingdom's Mo Rongzhan, Northern Dark Kingdom's Beitang Yu … In our Qi Kingdom, who can compete with them in a few years?"

No one! Then, they could only follow the law of the jungle and become the second Western Liang.

This was a future that hurt every time he thought of it.

...

(Nine-Headed Bird Academy)

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