Chapter 241: A Bit Too Far

The emperor was silent for a moment: "I still have two conditions."

"Father, it doesn't matter if you say so."

"First, Tianling, Tiankuo, Tianyin and Tianzheng are all your royal brothers. Unless there is a last resort, I hope you can be merciful to them and try to avoid being a brother-killer."

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a moment and nodded slowly: "As long as they don't seek death themselves, I will not take the initiative to take their lives."

"Second, I want you to guarantee that at least until my death, Xiqi will not be annexed by other countries, nor will it surrender to any country."

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a moment, wanting to ask him when he planned to die.

However, if this treacherous question were really asked, the emperor's reaction would probably not be very good. Chu Qinghuang thought for a while, and since His Majesty the Emperor had regarded her as a "caring little cotton-padded jacket" several times, she felt that she could satisfy his little wish.

"My son, I promise." She nodded, "As long as my father lives, Xiqi will not be annexed, nor will it surrender to any country, and it will even definitely see the prosperous age that I want to see come."

The emperor always felt uncomfortable hearing this.

As long as he lives for one day?

It was as if his death was coming soon.

The emperor wanted to drink tea, but when he picked up the tea cup, he found that there was only a little bit of tea left, and it was still cold.

Chen Hai was not around, and he was thinking about whether he should refill the tea himself or hold back for a while before drinking, when he heard Chu Qinghuang suddenly say: "Eunuch Chen."

Chen Hai pushed the door open and walked in, bowing and saying: "Your Highness, the eldest princess."

"Serve the emperor." Chu Qinghuang said, and said to the emperor, "If there is nothing else to do, I will leave first."

The content of today's conversation was a bit informative. She felt that His Majesty the Emperor needed to be alone and quiet for a while. Of course, it was okay to have Chen Hai by his side. The Emperor was not allowed to talk anyway, so all of these chamberlains could make themselves worthy of their reputation. It doesn't matter whether he is mute or not.

After resigning and walking out of Yugan Palace, Chu Qinghuang saw a few people standing outside obediently waiting for her, and said calmly: "Go back home."

Then the grand scene reappeared.

Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess led her handsome and outstanding male favorites out of the palace in a mighty manner, just as when they came. The palace people saluted respectfully while marveling in their hearts at the grace of these attendants in the Eldest Princess's backyard.

After walking out of the palace gate, Hong Yu showed off her coquettish skills: "I want to ride in a carriage with His Highness."

Fu Cang, who stood beside Chu Qinghuang like a shadow, frowned and looked up at him with cold eyes, a sharp and sharp look flashing across his eyes.

"Hongyu." Chu Qinghuang proposed the best of both worlds, "How about you have a fight with Fucang?"

Hong Yu's face fell: "I am no match for him."

"You're not his match, why are you trying to tease him here?" Qi Ling grabbed his strength and dragged him all the way to another carriage, "Why don't you just sit with us obediently?"

Chu Qinghuang looked at Hong Yu who was dragged away with a rare moment of pity: "Qi Ling, be gentle to him."

"It's an order."

Chu Qinghuang and Fucang ignored Hong Yu's angry shouting, got on the carriage one after another, and headed back to the eldest princess's residence.

This trip to the palace was another great success.

Chu Qinghuang was in a good mood, leaning on the carriage to admire Fucang's handsome face, and said lightly: "From now on, I will officially plan the journey of becoming queen. Fucang, do you have anything to say?"

Fucang was silent for a moment: "My subordinates will be the sharpest sword in the master's hand."

As he said these words, he could not help but hear in his ears what Chu Qinghuang said in the palace: "As long as you can surpass Qi Ling in martial arts, surpass Wen Zhan in knowledge, play chess, calligraphy, and calligraphy, Better than Hong Yu..."

Although this sentence was said to Qi Yun, telling him not to have unrealistic illusions, it also made Fu Cang realize his own shortcomings.

According to this standard, he seems to be a little far behind.

Fu Cang frowned and thought.

Needless to say, in terms of martial arts, anyone who wants to defeat the number one master from the Dark Pavilion is just wishful thinking.

But the only thing he can do at present seems to be martial arts.

Knowledge is not the main training item of Shadow Guard, so he is definitely not as good as Wen Zhan, who is about to participate in Qiuwei. Shadow Guard does not need to learn arithmetic, so he is not as good as Zhong Jin and Chu Lingchuan.

As for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting...

Fucang couldn't help but feel ashamed when he thought about his poor chess skills that couldn't hold up the wall with one hand. Although he had a unique advantage and could rely on his identity as a shadow guard to get along with his master day and night, inseparable, his talents in all aspects were not as good as at all. Hong Yu clamors for favor every day.

If he really had to rely on his true talent and learning to win favor, he would obviously not be Hong Yu's opponent, which made Fu Cang unable to help but feel depressed.

You cannot make your own decisions based on your background, but you can achieve powerful abilities through hard work.

Fucang hesitated for a long time and already had an idea in his mind.

Chu Qinghuang leaned against the carriage and looked at him quietly, the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, and she was speechless all the way.