Chapter 98
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Lou Yiyang glared at Huarong. "You nouveau riche!"
Huarong chuckled and moved closer to Lou Yiyang. He looked at him with a smile and wasn't angry at all. "Mr. Lou, don't be angry. You'll grow old quickly if you're angry. Look at you, your hair is all white. You still have to save your energy to take care of your precious nephew."
"You!" Lou Yiyang was furious.
Gu Changrui couldn't stand it anymore. He slowly moved a few steps away. "Anin, don't scare Mr. Lou." Then he apologized. "Sir, please don't blame her. My sister is naughty and mischievous. Please don't be angry with her."
Huarong was called naughty and mischievous by his brother. He stuck his tongue out at Lou Yiyang a few times and looked very naughty.
"Anin! You look like a girl! " Gu Changrui sighed heavily. Huarong was so angry that smoke almost came out of his seven orifices. "You have to be proper in front of Sir!"
"Mr. Lou isn't proper himself. Why should I be? He's lying and deceiving people. What Sir? Tsk. " Huarong looked very disdainful. "Brother, I think we shouldn't look for the Eighth Prince. Just find someone with good character and bring him back to inherit the throne. It doesn't matter who the Emperor is anyway."
Lou Yiyang was so angry that his whole body trembled. He pointed at Huarong and couldn't say anything else. "The country is not a game for you!"
Huarong looked at him proudly and fearlessly. "So what if it's a game? Anyway, His Majesty trusts me. As long as I plan it well, I can decide who the Eighth Prince will be. The world is so big. It's very easy to find someone similar. "
"You, you, you, you …" Lou Yiyang felt his chest rise and fall. His heart was burning with pain. How could the Emperor be so stupid? To trust such a hooligan!
Hua Rong forced a smile and gloated, "Lord Lou, don't be angry. There will be times when you're angry in the future. Save some energy to write poems. I'm doing this for your own good. Think about it, the Emperor is muddle-headed and the people are in dire straits. This way, you poets will have plenty of material to write poems. The more you write, the more your poems will be passed down for generations to come. Your name will go down in history.
"Shut up!" In the end, Lou Yiyang couldn't help but want to hit Huarong. Even when a scholar hit someone, he was very refined. He raised his hand but didn't let it fall.
However, Gu Changrui wouldn't let him touch his sister. He immediately stood in front of him and said coldly, "Mr. Lou, my sister is naughty. Why do you have to be so calculative with her?"
"Humph!" Lou Yiyang swung his sleeves and snorted. He felt that Huarong and his sister were shameless. While he felt that Huarong wasn't a good person, he also felt that Gu Changrui wasn't a good person.
Gu Changrui didn't care. He only said coldly, "Mr. Lou, this junior only wants to ask you the truth. Where is the Eighth Prince? The situation in the imperial court is very delicate. The Ninth Prince is good at playing with power, but he is not a good ruler. If you think the Eighth Prince is good, then please tell us where he is. If you think he is incapable of ruling the country, then you don't have to say anything. We don't want to find a so-called royal bloodline who doesn't know anything and return to the capital to harm the country. That's all I have to say. Please! "
After Gu Changrui finished speaking, Huarong coldly added, "There are so many princes. Other than the Emperor, who would want the Eighth Prince to come back?"
"Anin!" Gu Changrui gritted his teeth. "Don't provoke Mr. Lou. You should know that trouble comes from careless talk!"
"He is just the childhood sweetheart of an imperial concubine. It would be strange if the Emperor believed him." Huarong wasn't afraid. The old Emperor obviously didn't like Lou Yiyang.
Lou Yiyang felt that if he stayed any longer, he would be angered to death by this foppish woman in front of him. He didn't know how her family endured for so many years. It really made him angry.
After Gu Changrui finished speaking, Zhu Liu opened the door. Lou Yiyang swung his sleeves and left. Watching him leave, Huarong worriedly said, "Brother, are you sure he knows about the Eighth Prince?"
"Even if he doesn't know, he should have some clues. Don't worry. He is a sentimental person."
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