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The prince rubbed the jade finger on his thumb, lowered his head and smiled.

He also heard about Song Zhao's crippled leg from Yin Wanyang.

He was just thinking about how to spread the news without being discovered by the Song family, but he didn't expect the news to fly out like wings, which saved him a lot of trouble.

It was easy to achieve the purpose of slandering the Song family.

Because of this, Si Yu's love brain was in disarray, and he couldn't even go to court, so he obviously wouldn't compete with him for the throne.

He is the final winner.

Thinking of this, the crown prince suddenly looked at the second prince, "Second brother has recently made good friends with the Prince Regent's Palace of the Song family, do you know why the Prince Regent and his wife are late today?"

The prince knew very well that Song Zhao was promoting the second prince.

After all, Si Yu was the prince of the former dynasty. If Song Zhao helped Si Yu ascend the throne, how would he calm down the rebellious voices from the outside world?

The century-old reputation of the Song family will be ruined once.

This is also the reason why the prince has been spreading rebellion outside all the time, which is against the sky.

Only by preventing Song Zhao from supporting Si Yu from the root cause, can he have a greater chance of winning.

Compared to Si Yu, the second prince is no threat.

After all, the second prince does not have a strong mother's family.

Just relying on the Song family and the regent, how can he compare with him, a legitimate prince, who has the support of the South Vietnamese country behind him?

The second prince's brows and eyes were moist, and his eyes were slightly closed to conceal the coldness that passed quickly.

He hadn't figured out the words yet.

The eunuch's sharp announcement sounded.

"The Prince Regent—the Princess Regent is here."

The bead curtain was pulled up by the palace servants.

Si Yu pushed the wheelchair and walked in like a stroll.

Everyone's eyes fell on the stunningly beautiful Song Zhao's face in the wheelchair.

In the old days when South Vietnam and the Dasheng Dynasty carried out cultural exports, Song Zhao's figure of one against ten on the polo field, killing the Nanyue ladyboys in seconds, is still in sight.

How beautiful the Princess Zhaoyang was at that time.

Now he has become a cripple who cannot stand up.

There was deep pity in everyone's eyes.

Yin Wanyang stared straight at Song Zhao with complicated emotions in his heart.

From the moment her uncle said to change her life, everything went well for her, but Song Zhao had all sorts of bad luck.

It seems that the change of life has been successful.

So Song Zhao became like this, and he took it for her.

Yin Wanyang felt a little sorry, but was inexplicably satisfied, so she couldn't help saying,

"Princess Zhaoyang, about your leg injury, Bendi Ji heard from my uncle.

Uncle was careless, and Bendi Ji apologized to you on his behalf.

If you need it, Ben Diji can find a doctor to treat you.

I just hope that you can forgive my uncle, for the sake of the peaceful coexistence of the two countries, don't worry about it, okay? "

Song Zhao's face was flat.

She hadn't put on any makeup today, and her brows and eyes were dull. Although her beauty was not diminished, she was a little more haggard than before.

Thinking about it, life must have been very hard.

Yin Wanyang's words really hit Song Zhao's leg because he was killed by Tantai Mo.

The officials and family members of the prince team praised Yin Wanyang one after another.

"The Crown Princess deserves to be the mother of a future country. She is truly righteous, and she is a heroic model among girls."

Yin Wanyang talked about his uncle, and Song Zhao felt sick when he heard it.

After the truth came to light, she only had endless resentment towards Tantai Mo, who was ignorant of others and instead helped the enemy to harm her family.

Putting his hands on his knees, Song Zhao glanced at Yin Wanyang impatiently, "If the princess insists on fussing, what about you?"

Yin Wanyang was taken aback.

She frowned, "What's the meaning of Princess Zhaoyang? Do you still want to start a senseless war because of one leg and uncle Ji?"

The prince said sharply. "As the daughter of a general, Princess Zhaoyang should put state affairs first. If she can keep the country safe and sound, what's the point?"

Si Yu scarlet lips.

He raised his sleeve, turned out a sleeve arrow, and hit Yin Wanyang's knee directly.

"scold."

The sharp point of the arrow pierced into the knee bone, making a crackling sound.

Caught off guard, Yin Wanyang knelt down in pain, screaming in pain.

It was quiet all around.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the sudden bloody scene.

Yin Wanyang clutched her right knee with a sleeve arrow stuck in it, blood dripped all over the ground, staining the prince's eyes red.

His unbelievable rage, "Regent, are you crazy?"

Song Zhao was also taken aback, she raised her eyes.

Si Yu held Song Zhao's hand, sat down on the armchair casually, propped his forehead with one hand, and smiled casually, "What's the point of a mere leg?"

It's over tomorrow.