The First Dude: Dark Emperor, Come To Fight!

The queen loved Helianqi very much, and he only made a small request.

"Who do you want to go with?"

He Lianqi replied: "Luo Yan!"

However, he did not tell Luo Yan that he wanted to pursue Princess Haiyue. He actually felt that it was unreliable. There was actually a big gap in their identities.

If Luo Yan were the most favored son of the Hou family and the eldest son of the Hou family, there would still be hope.

But for a son who was not favored by the prince and was even assigned to Zhuangzi, the King of the Sea would most likely look down on his status and would not agree to his daughter's marriage.

"Okay, your father will just leave this matter to me." The queen thought her son valued Luo Yan, so she took him with her.

Helianqi thought for a while and said: "Queen Mother, through this hunting, I want to recover my legs!"

His leg injury was not actually a serious matter, and his mother knew it.

The queen was stunned for a moment, "Then what excuse do you use to recover? Do you want them to fight again?"

In the past, it was because his son was so outstanding that the other princes set their sights on him. He was even betrayed by one of his own, and his legs were almost broken.

He was attacked again not long ago, which shows that those people still regard him as a thorn in their side. If he suddenly recovers, won't he become a living target again?

Helianqi explained: "My father intends to make me a prince. If my legs don't recover, then even if he loves me no matter how much he loves me, he won't be able to make me a prince."

His eyes were full of ambition without concealment, "I want to be appointed prince in an upright and upright manner!"

Originally, his father wanted to make him the prince during that battle, but his legs were broken and he was abandoned. This time he wanted to get back what originally belonged to him.

Seeing this, the queen also knew her son's tough temper, and sighed: "Okay, just decide. Your grandpa and I will fully support it."

"Thank you, Queen Mother!" He Lianqi smiled.

On the other side, Luo Yan's carriage was stopped as soon as it arrived at the gate of the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

"Sixth Young Master, the Marquis has invited you, and I hope you can go home." The chief steward had been waiting here for a long time, and when he saw that Luo Yan's carriage had not yet entered the door, he immediately ran over.

Luo Yan opened the car door and looked at him calmly, "Why does the Marquis want me?"

He didn't like his original father very much.

If the Marquis hadn't indulged those people, he wouldn't have lived like that in the Marquis Mansion, and he would have died even more depressed in the end.

"Master Hou wants to discuss something with the Sixth Young Master. Please ask the Sixth Young Master to come back to the Hou Mansion with me." The chief steward hurriedly stepped forward and saluted.

The Marquis didn't want to take care of the Sixth Young Master before, but he didn't know what news he heard today, so he told him to take him back.

He could only bite the bullet and come to the Seventh Prince's Mansion again, deliberately blocking the door, otherwise he would be pushed away again, and he would definitely not be able to do the job when he went back.

Luo Yan was silent for a moment, "Okay, let's go then!"

He didn't really want to continue to interact with the Hou Mansion, but now he still had the identity of the Sixth Young Master, which was a problem.

He went back to see what the Marquis was going to do, and tried his best to find an opportunity to leave the Marquis' mansion directly.

The big steward's face was filled with joy, but he didn't dare to touch Qiao. He immediately nodded and bowed, "Sixth Young Master, please, my carriage will follow behind!"

Luo Yan nodded, turned around and got into the carriage.

The big steward discovered that after the Sixth Young Master lost weight, not only his appearance became much more handsome, but his temperament also gained a sense of nobility and indifference.

His restrained aura was no weaker than that of the Marquis, and he even felt more pressure, which made him a little unbelievable!