Pei Ruochen clenched his fist and looked out of the window coldly. What he hated most in his life was his highness!

looking at his face, Yang Tingrui guessed that he thought about the past again. He quickly interrupted his memory. "OK, I'd better call you childe, so what do you want to do next?"

Pei Ruochen came back and said, "look, what's my hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry, but I think your highness will be in a hurry! He planned to win the throne for many years. Now the old emperor is very ill. He can't give up this opportunity! "

Pei Ruochen smiled, "well, let's sit on...