412 Princess Dongze 1

Xishan, the royal palace.

The Wanyan brothers and sisters, whom Ye Qingli remembered just now, were sitting in the room talking.

Also sitting with them was Yeluwen.

There were only three of them in the house.

The rest of the guards were all standing outside.

Obviously, what they are going to talk about is very confidential.

The faces of the three were very cold.

Wanyan Yongning said slowly, "Are you going to attend the palace banquet tonight?"

"Well, of course I'm going."

Wanyan Yongling's face showed a bright color.

"So, have you chosen him?"

"Yes!"

"But aren't you a little faster?"

"Soon?"

Wanyan Yongling doesn't think so.

There was light in her eyes.

"I have decided, he is the man I chose!"

"And, don't you also think that he is a good choice?"

"Yes. In terms of appearance, he is indeed a good choice."

Yeluwen spoke slowly.

"However, this time, we are not just looking for a puppet to support."

There were deep eyes in the old man's eyes.

There was no sign of the previous sickness at all.

Like an old fox.

"Princess, don't forget, the mission on your shoulders."

"You are our Dongze, the only woman with the blood of that place!"

"so what?"

Wanyan Yongling was a little unhappy.

She pursed her lips slightly.

It seems that he is very dissatisfied with Yeluwen mentioning this matter.

"enough!"

"Since you were young, you have been mentioning this identity. I've had enough. Now, will my marriage be hindered by it?"

"of course."

Yeluwen let out a sinister smile.

"My eldest princess. Don't forget, your identity is still the princess of Dongze. Your current identity, status, wealth, and respect from others after you go out. It's all brought about by your identity!"

"If you give up this identity, from now on, you can become nothing!"

He smiled grimly.

"Princess, what do you think?"

"At that time, you will become an ordinary woman with nothing..."

He pointed his finger outside.

"Your jewels, jewelry, gold and silver, horses, and those faces... will all leave you!"

"These are the obligations you should bear as Princess Dongze—and the price!"

"Bold!"

Wanyan Yongling stood up angrily.

She pointed sharply at Yeluwen's nose.

"You old man, what qualifications do you have to point fingers at this princess? Don't forget, my surname is Wanyan! You are just the Yelu family, a servant of this princess!"

"Don't be rude to Lord Yelu!"

Wanyan Yongning suddenly stood up.

Going to stop his sister.

"Ha ha……"

Yeluwen was not angry.

This old man, who looked like a waning year, slowly stood up.

Then, he pushed Wanyan Yongling's fingers away.

"That's right, I'm just a slave of the Wanyan family. However, the old minister has a secret order from His Majesty, and I am fully responsible for this mission. Even if Her Royal Highness has chosen a consort, I will be the last one to come. Decide."

"On the marriage certificate, I need to stamp the gold seal in the end!"