Male God, a Little Su

Song Chaojiu twitched the corners of his lips, his smile not reaching his eyes, "More than just knowing?"

The relationship between him and her can be clearly explained in a few words.

"Song Chaojiu—!"

Su Yan looked at him warningly, her eyes became cold and stern, and there was a hidden warning in her words.

"Your Highness!"

Seeing the stalemate in the atmosphere, the surrounding temperature dropped.

Everyone is watching what's going on here.

Wang Yanwan looked embarrassed, and quickly pulled Song Chaojiu's sleeve, begging lowly, "What's the matter, let's talk about it in private? So many people are watching, Your Highness—"

Her eyes were red, and she looked at Song Chaojiu silently, the prayer in her eyes nowhere to hide.

Song Chaojiu closed his eyes.

Tonight is Wang Yanwan's first time to attend a palace banquet as a married woman, and she will go with him later to see her father and mother.

Song Chaojiu had to give her face in front of so many noble ladies and young ladies.

You Qi sat next to him, and there was the Prime Minister's wife.

Song Chaojiu let out a breath and patted her hand apologetically, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to see the emperor."

Wang Yanwan's heart was relieved, and only then did her legs feel soft.

She followed Song Chaojiu step by step and left, involuntarily turned her head and glanced at Su Yan quickly.

She found that the other party was playing with the sachet, smiling mysteriously at her.

Zhe Liu dissatisfied and took away the wine glass, "fruit wine is also wine, you can't touch this thing with your current body, if you want to drink it, at least wait until your body is fully recovered."

And without the suppression of internal force, the poison in Su Yan's body has been restless in recent days.

From taking the antidote once a month to taking it twice a month.

Those poisons are hollowing out her body little by little. If you drink again at this time, isn't it courting death?

Su Yan supported her forehead and listened to Zhe Liu nagging beside her.

Fortunately, Song Guanzhi rescued him soon.

"Let's go, let's go see the emperor."

He reached out to Su Yan and picked her up.

Countless eyes converged on Su Yan's legs. Even if the prince was indecent, he would not hug a woman in front of so many people. Unless the princess has a problem with her legs, is it bad?

This--

The ladies were horrified.

"The Crown Princess's legs..."

"In two years, the prince has become more and more absurd!"

"How can such a woman be worthy of His Royal Highness?!"

A group of daughters had long since left their hearts on the man who was like an exile. They fantasized about being a princess, or being his woman. I also imagined who would be so lucky to get him completely and spend a lifetime with him.

But they never thought that the one who finally pulled the exiled immortal from the altar turned out to be such a cripple!

How can one be reconciled?

Everyone followed the prince's figure, his arms were strong, and he firmly held the woman in his arms.

Sitting beside the emperor is Concubine Min. The queen has been dead for many years, and now the queen's position in the harem has been vacant for a long time. The most important is Concubine Min, who holds the phoenix seal in her hand and helps the emperor take care of the harem.

At the same time, she is also the biological mother of the second prince Song Chaojiu.

Very favored.

"Are you Su Yan?"

A sharp and probing gaze fell on Su Yan's body, and the voice was dignified and aloof.

If ordinary people would have been frightened by his aura, Su Yan looked over without changing his face.

With a small smile, "If you return to the emperor, that's right."

"Royal father, Yan'er has inconvenient legs, so this ceremony can be avoided, right?"

Song Guanzhi smiled at Qingfengjiyue, his thin lips curved as if pleading.