Chapter 2 — Against my will, my father became an emperor, and I became a crown prince

Dare to directly provoke the Emperor, you are truly number one. Sure enough, my father sat on the long chair and listened to everything, his face still cold as before, and slowly opened his mouth:

“Who are you?”

The young lady stood up straight, her whole body carrying a noble posture.

"I am the person in Murong Hoai's heart, the person who accompanies him in the depths of his soul."

"Also the future mother of the Great Xia Dynasty, the person who will later rule the world with him!"

My father smiled:

“Very good, the young man really has ambition, so who are you now?”

Giang Chi Vu's face immediately turned red, she bit her lip, her expression full of unwillingness.

"I am the daughter of Giang Trong Hoai, second in line, named Giang Chi Vu."

My father smiled but his face did not smile:

“So who am I?”

Giang Chi Vu was stunned for a moment:

"You are of course the reigning Saint, the ninth supreme supreme..."

My father laughed:

“Do you still know that I am the Emperor?”

He casually raised his hand:

“Pull down, execute.”

Immediately a guard stepped forward to arrest someone. They wore armor and held halberds, looking much scarier than the laughing fake Emperor like my father. Banning the death of the Crown Prince may just be a word in anger, but banning the death of a minor official's concubine is very likely true. Giang Chi Vu immediately turned pale and continuously backed away. Her legs were weak, she sat down directly on the ground, shaking like a sieve. There's no longer that seemingly dead look from just now. The guard twisted her arms behind her, she immediately cried for her father, calling for her mother, tears and snot streaming down her face. Murong Hoai rushed forward, covered Giang Chi Vu under his body, and shouted:

"If you want to arrest me, arrest me! If you want to kill me, kill me!"

He suddenly turned his head, his cold eyes swept towards my father:

“Father, if you dare touch her even a hair, I will die right here!”

“For this position of Crown Prince, you should go find another son to do it!”

My father laughed loudly:

“Okay, I have the same idea.”

Murong Hoai choked, his face turned red:

"I know you're just saying angrily, I'm your only son, I don't believe you would really hand over the royal throne to someone else."

He pulled Giang Chi Vu up:

"In short, in my eyes, there is only Chi Vu, and I only want to marry her as the only Crown Princess!"

"Pho Thanh Hoan, I'm ready to retire! You can do it yourself, my good father!"

Having finished speaking, he pulled Giang Chi Vu and left proudly. Giang Chi Vu walked past me, revealed a proud smile, and said with his mouth:

"So what if you are the Prime Minister's wife? In the end, isn't it still your destiny to be a tea maid who pours water for me?"

I still had a smile on my face, but in my heart I wanted to ask about her ancestors. So what if Murong Hoai is the Crown Prince, soon it won't be anymore! The two people proudly left, leaving only the original owner's father - the Prime Minister - and the Prime Minister's wife remaining. My father slowly opened his mouth:

“Thanh Hoan is my daughter.”

I almost choked on my own saliva. The Prime Minister's wife made a "thud" sound and fell to the ground, her whole body trembling:

“Your Majesty! I'm not... I'm not yet used to be with someone..."

She was both embarrassed and angry, and after saying half a sentence, she couldn't continue anymore. The prime minister's face tightened, his face was sometimes blue and sometimes red, extremely unsightly. My father let out a sigh:

“It's not what you think.”

He stroked his beard and began to seriously make up stories as if they were true:

"My former queen passed away early and gave birth to a daughter, but the baby died while still in diapers."

“For the past twenty years, I have always kept an eye on my heart, burning incense day and night to worship Buddha. A few days ago, she suddenly told me in a dream, saying that the opportunity had come, and wanted to borrow the body of my beloved's daughter to return to the human world."

“So now, Pho Thanh Hoan is my eldest princess — Murong Hoa!”

The prime minister did not dare to believe it but looked towards me, facing my unfamiliar eyes, as if in an instant he understood something. That gray hair suddenly seemed ten years older.