The Regent's Tender Darling

This order was like a bolt from the blue, and even Lieutenant Zhao couldn't help but look at the regent.

"Photograph...photograph...the regent." Prince Jiaxing was so frightened that his smile disappeared, and his round pea eyes could not widen no matter how hard they stared.

I couldn't even speak clearly for a while.

He blinked twice and couldn't figure it out. Why did the regent want to demote him after he took on a burden that no one was willing to take on?

Or be demoted to a commoner, no different from a commoner!

Since he was driven out of the capital by his father when he was four years old, he has been regarded as a local emperor in his territory, and the officials in his territory have to treat him well.

After finally returning to Beijing, he had only enjoyed the glory and wealth for two days, so why was he demoted again?

He was unwilling to do so at any cost. After he realized what he was doing, he quickly looked at the little emperor on the throne and begged for help: "Your Majesty!"

Yan Anzhi also looked stiff. He didn't expect that the regent would make him unable to step down like this. It was simply treason!

But when he turned to look at the Prince Regent, he unconsciously lost his momentum, because the Prince Regent looked at him with a look that seemed to kill someone.

For a moment, his mouth felt as if someone had sewn it shut with a needle and thread, and he no longer dared to speak.

Not long ago, when he wanted to send the princess to get married, the regent forced him to lock him up for three days. If the queen mother hadn't secretly sent him something, he might have starved to death.

Therefore, he did not doubt that the regent wanted to kill him. Sooner or later, this rebellious minister would rebel, but now he did not have the ability to kill the regent!

When the time comes, he must hang the regent on the city gate for a hundred years, then grind the bones into powder and crush them into ashes!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the King of Jiaxing's plea for help made him even more furious!

He was about to say a few theoretical words, but a look from the Regent was enough to extinguish his arrogance!

To put it more vividly, I was frozen and scared.

The courtiers also said nothing about this, probably acquiescing to the regent's approach. This Jiaxing king has no talent and virtue, and is no different from a waste.

Speaking for such a prince is like looking for water in the mud instead of drinking from the clear spring.

If you don't talk about it, you may get sick easily.

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---at the same time.

Wang Shilang's Mansion.

Lin Jiaojiao was changing into men's clothes in Wang Ziyan's house. Seeing that Wang An couldn't be so blatant, she still had to cover her eyes and ears.

Wearing a round-collared robe that resembles spring scenery, with a palace ribbon tied around his waist, and a green-haired crown on his head, he looks like a noble son of an aristocratic family.

It's just that this outfit is inevitably thin, but it looks just right when paired with a white fox fur. You still have to buy it in a tailored fit so that it fits just right and won't be so baggy.

Wang Ziyan tied a fox fur belt on her, looking patient and gentle like a wife taking care of her husband.

Just listen to Sister Wang telling her: "You, you are already married, and you are still playing the same tricks as before. You really thought you were here to see me. Who would have thought that you, this girl, have found a place to stay and change horses."

Although there was some complaining tone, both of them laughed at the end.

She used to find reasons to come to Wang's house, and finally changed her clothes and went out to play with her second brother.

For some reason, she and Sister Wang couldn't play together for a long time. Sister Wang was very quiet, but she was very active.

But these two completely different people have become close friends.

Wang Ziyan took two steps back, looked her over, nodded and said, "Okay, you really look like a handsome young man."

At this time, a maid hurriedly ran in: "Miss, the painting is ready."

The little maid in green clothes, named Caiping, was holding a long box in her hands, and her cheerful look was very pleasing.

"Lin..." When she saw her, Caiping was stunned for a moment, her head seemed to be spinning, and then she saluted in a panic: "My slave, I pay my respects to the princess. May you be safe."

While speaking, he did not hold the painting firmly in his hand, and after falling to the ground, the entire painting unfolded.

"Hey!" Wang Ziyan hurriedly put the painting away, her expression slightly flustered and her movements awkward.

When has Sister Wang, who has always been knowledgeable and sensible, ever been so rude?

And she just took a look at the scroll, which was a portrait of a handsome man.

Just one glance and it felt very familiar.

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