Madam is a Superstar

Song Qing was thinking to herself and didn't pay much attention to the conversation between Nangong Xiao and Nangong Yu.

Song Dai was the only one listening, and the more she listened, the more frightened she became. When she looked at Nangong Xiao, she was filled with disappointment.

She had always understood why the position of prince fell to Ayu, but now Sanlang really wanted Ayu to confirm the position of prince.

The current court hall is devastated both inside and outside.

Ayu has never received even the slightest bit of love from Saburo as a father to his son, but now he has to take over such a mess.

The clearer she thought about it, the colder Song Dai's heart became.

In the past half of her life, what kind of person had she fallen in love with?

This way,

The conversation between father and son had come to an end. Nangong Xiao leaned on the bed and calmed down for a long time before waving to Nangong Yu who was a few steps away from the bed.

Nangong Yu's tall and majestic figure paused for a moment, glanced at the absent-minded Song Qing on his right, then raised his feet and steadily walked to the bed.

Father and son have not been this close for who knows how many years. Nangong Xiao sat leaning on the bed,

Nangong Yu, on the other hand, stood with his hands behind his hands. His handsome, god-like face was half similar to Nangong Xiao's, but his expression was indifferent and cold.

This was the first time that Nangong Xiao took a closer look at his eldest son. He felt quite emotional, but he still did not say those sensational words.

He knew how he had treated this child over the years, and it would be redundant to talk about it now.

"I know that you have the ability to govern and secure the country. I don't want to talk about other things. You just need to remember that after your accession to the throne is firmly established, the Zhao family cannot remain a scourge. Furthermore, Dayuan's country can only be named Nangong."

Nangong Yu's expression didn't change, but he didn't refute either. His words when he opened his lips were even colder than Nangong Xiao's, "I understand."

Nangong Xiao was quite satisfied with this, so he turned his attention to Song Qing, who remained silent behind Nangong Yu, "Priest."

Song Qing came back to his senses, took a step forward, and responded respectfully, "I'm here."

Nangong Xiao had no intention of speaking anymore, and only looked at Song Qing with the sharp eyes of the emperor.

This inspection took five or six breaths, and Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows without leaving any trace.

He moved calmly, his tall figure blocking Nangong Xiao's line of sight.

When he was about to talk about other affairs in the court, he suddenly heard Nangong Xiao laughing with such understanding,

"Let's go. I heard that the old priest was very upset because of Sima Zhen's treason. You go to visit the old priest on my behalf."

Nangong Yu did not refuse and bowed in salute, "Father, please protect the dragon body. Father, mother, children, ministers and priests will take their leave first."

After Nangong Xiao and Song Dai agreed, they turned around and cast their dark eyes on Song Qing,

How could Song Qing know Nangong Xiao's temptation and Nangong Yu's protection with his head lowered all the time? His long eyelashes trembled,

Following Nangong Yu's wishes, he saluted the emperor and empress, and then followed Nangong Yu obediently.

When Nangong Yulin reached out to push open the bedroom door carved with dragon patterns, he was stopped by Nangong Xiao behind him, "Ayu."

Nangong Yu did not look back,

Nangong Xiao was not surprised, and only said what was in his heart, "I have never fulfilled my responsibilities as a father, but today I have shied away the ruined country to you. I owe you this life as a father."

It was rare to hear something resembling a confession from an emperor. Song Qing was stunned and wanted to turn around.

However, Nangong Yu stretched out his hand to hold Nangong Xiao as if he had a premonition. He still had no intention of turning around and taking another look at Nangong Xiao. His attitude remained calm, even if he didn't change his attitude.

"Father, you are too worried."

After saying that, he pulled Song Qing across the threshold and left Longyin Palace under the watch of Dehong.

The weather in mid-July was very hot. Dehong looked at the palace gate and shook his head. The prince had no father-son affection for the emperor at all.

Otherwise, the confession to the emperor would not be just a light sentence saying that the emperor was too worried.

Don't take it to heart,

Where would there be the resentment and hatred that should have existed.

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The Emperor's Dragon Song Palace is not far from the Priest's Hall, but there is also a short distance.

The two of them never took anyone with them when traveling, so they just walked in tandem.

There is a distance of three steps in the middle, which shows the great disparity in status between them.

"————"

The cicadas chirped in midsummer one after another. Finally, after walking across an arch bridge, Song Qing coughed lightly and spoke first,

"Um, will you ascend the throne and become the emperor?"

This sentence has been in her heart for a while, not just after hearing the emperor's last two sentences this morning.

"hiss!"

I was caught off guard and bumped into the man's broad and strong back. You can imagine the soreness spreading through your nose.

If it weren't for the delicate atmosphere at the moment, Song Qing would have really wanted to kick the man into the lake nearby.

Hearing the sound, Nangong Yu turned around and came closer uncharacteristically. His long and well-proportioned fingers landed on the tip of Song Qing's reddish nose, "Are you okay?"

Song Qing was a little surprised by this sudden approach and concern, but he did not forget the answer he desperately wanted, "Will you ascend the throne?"

"Do you want to? I ascend the throne."

Nangong Yu didn't avoid it anymore, his abyss-like eyes made it difficult to see clearly, and he asked this question in a gentle voice.

Song Qingmei's eyes trembled slightly and she answered truthfully, "I don't want to."

Seeing that Nangong Yu had no intention of answering, he simply said what he had been hiding in his heart.

"I don't want you to ascend the throne, I don't want you to sit on the throne. According to the increasingly unstable situation in the DPRK and China, you want to consolidate the imperial power after ascending the throne.

The harem must be filled to balance the power of the dynasty. Looking at the world, all emperors have 3,000 harems without exception. No matter what they are,

I can't even accept it. I really like that you have wanted to marry you since you were a child, but I have never thought of sharing you with another woman. "

Nangong Yu's throat slid up and down, but he still had no intention of speaking.

Song Qing's pretty red lips pursed lightly, filled with a little bitterness, but now that the words had come to this point,

There was no need to hide anything left, so he continued,

"I know that our country is currently suffering from internal and external troubles, and we urgently need someone to stand up and take charge of the overall situation, but I..."

"But if you really ascend the throne as the emperor in the future, I really can't convince myself that I will still be happy with you and pester you."

There was no one around, it was quiet.

In addition to the annoying chirping of cicadas, there is the subtle sound of the willows by the lakeside blown by the heat wave wind.

After saying so much and waiting for a long time, Nangong Yu still couldn't get even half a reply.

Song Qing's heart sank little by little, and the coquettish mole at the end of her left eye aroused self-mockery.

What she said was all wishful thinking from beginning to end.

Nangong Yu never gave a single response. What was he doing now?

Forcing Nangong Yu to make a choice with the entire Great Abyss based on his own wishful thinking? That's ridiculous.

suddenly,

A broad, dry palm covered the top of his head. He raised his eyes in confusion and was caught off guard by Nangong Yuyouyuan's deep eyes.

Nangong Yu's expression was softer than ever before, and he said warmly, "I understand."

Song Qing: "?"

Subconsciously asking, "What?"

Nangong Yu'er curled her lips and retracted her hand, "Let's go and see the old priest."

Song Qing: "???"