Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuoer looked at him suspiciously.

"Impossible, Daddy won't do this, you are his son, he has no reason to treat you like this!"

"So you are a very happy person. Since you were born, you have had more than 20 of our princes, a feeling that has never been experienced before - father's love."

"When he faces you, he is like a father. For us, we are ministers and he is king."

Ming Qi's eyes were faint, and when he recalled the past, his eyes turned dark.

"It is recorded in the book that the thirteenth prince died when he was three years old. In fact, it is not the case. The age when I really left the palace was six years old."

Gu Nuo'er rounded her red lips: "Yes, I remember the twelfth brother said that he had an impression, and you accompanied him for a long time."

Hearing the name of the Twelfth Prince, Ming Qi's eyes darkened.

He lowered his head: "I can't completely blame the father for this matter, it is my own request."

"I asked him to give me a chance to be a useful prince, for which I would do anything."

Gu Nuo'er frowned slightly: "Why do you do this?"

Ming Qi looked up at her and laughed.

"My mother-in-law was a palace servant. She died when she gave birth to me. Since I was born, no one has treated me as a prince except my nursing mother Su Xue."

"There are many princes in the palace, and the father rarely intervenes in the management of the harem. At that time, your mother Qiao Guifei, supported each other with Queen Du, and was fighting against the excellent concubine Li."

"The concubines are still living in dire straits, not to mention I am a little prince?"

Ming Qi leaned against the lacquered pillar in the hall.

He said in a low tone: "Actually, I can, too. I can live a forbearance and endure until I become an adult. Maybe I can keep the clouds open and see the moon."

"But Mammy Su Xue can't wait any longer. She has a serious illness. It's ridiculous that as a prince, I can't ask an imperial doctor to diagnose and treat her."

Thinking of those dark and difficult days back then, Ming Qi couldn't help clenching his palms.

After he invited the imperial physician, the imperial physician heard that it was for his mama, and immediately waved his hand and said no.

Mother Su Xue's condition became more and more serious. It dragged on for two or three days.

Ming Qi had no choice and was forced to go directly to Gu Yihan.

"I still remember, I rushed to the imperial study, and the royal father looked at me."

Ming Qi laughed, with infinite self-deprecation.

"That look was so unfamiliar, as if looking at a dying man without recognizing me as one of his sons."

"I beg him to help me save my mother, I am willing to pay any price, do you know what the father asked?"

Gu Nuo'er was stunned and did not answer.

Because she can't guess.

She didn't know what her father was like when she was ruthless.

Ming Qi said solemnly: "The first thing he asked me was: What price can you pay?"

Gu Nuo'er was silent.

Ming Qi sneered: "Look, what a cold-blooded, ruthless sentence."

"I told him at the time that as long as I save Su Xue Ma, I can die."

Ming Qi, who was only six years old at that time, did not know how to prove his determination to Gu Yihan.

So he picked up the teapot with boiling water on the side and poured it directly into his throat.

Fortunately, Grandpa Chunshou stepped up and knocked down the teapot.

Otherwise, Ming Qi will definitely break his hot skin.