He never dreamed that the agreement between Shen Ning and Namtso would be like this!
If he had known this, he would never have let her participate in the competition.
Chu Shaoyang's teeth gritted loudly.
asshole! Damn it! This damn Prince of Eastern Qin! He is so rude and arrogant! He actually dared to take advantage of his princess, was he impatient
"King Dingyuan, calm down, calm down!"
"Don't be impulsive! The Emperor has the final say in everything!"
The ministers were all startled into a cold sweat by the cold murderous intention emanating from him, and ministers who were friendly with him tried to dissuade him.
But Chu Shaoyang turned a deaf ear. His eyes were bloodshot. He put his hand on the hilt of the soft sword at his waist and strode to the edge of the stand, about to jump down.
"Shaoyang, stop!"
With a flash of red shadow, Princess Anle, with quick hands and eyes, grabbed Chu Shaoyang's shoulders and scolded in a cold voice: "What are you going to do!"
"Aunt Huang, don't stop me, I'm going to kill him! He...he actually wants to take away my Ning'er!" Chu Shaoyang gritted his teeth.
The eldest princess lowered her voice and said in his ear: "If you kill him, you will destroy the peace between the two countries. You will cause the war to rise again and the people will not live in peace. More importantly, you will put your father to death!" "
Although her voice was low, it was like a wake-up call, immediately waking up the murderous Chu Shaoyang.
He stared with blood-red eyes, turned to the eldest princess, and said hoarsely: "But Aunt Huang, am I just going to let him snatch Ning'er away?"
"How is that possible!" The eldest princess said, "Even if you agree, the emperor will never agree. What's more, the agreement between the two of them is that if Ning'er loses, she will only leave with the Prince of Dong Qin. You will Do you believe that Prince Dongqin will win? I am more optimistic about Ning'er."
Chu Shaoyang immediately slapped his head and shouted: "Yes, yes, I was confused by that bastard prince. Ning'er will not lose, absolutely not!"
He clenched his fists hard and looked down intently.
"Dear Your Majesty the Emperor, the Crown Prince and your Royal Concubine have both finished writing. Please make a fair decision."
At the bottom of the stands, Namtso pressed his right hand on his left chest, bowed slightly to Mo Chuan in the stands, and saluted.
This time he spoke in Xichu dialect with a clear accent and did not let the interpreter interpret.
Mo Chuan knew that this was the most respected etiquette in their Eastern Qin country. He nodded slightly and walked down the stand step by step under the focus of everyone's eyes and came to the two of them.
Although he was facing Namtso, his eyes were always looking at her.
She half lowered her head, and all he could see was the top of her black hair, her pretty white chin, and her two rows of long and thick eyelashes trembling gently.
Why, she is also uneasy and flustered? Is it because of his proximity? Or is it because she is not sure about winning or losing in this competition
Mo Chuan's face was as calm as water, but his heart was burning with fire. He could hardly take his eyes away from her face.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, what I want to ask you to examine is not the beauty of your princess. Why does your Majesty the Emperor keep staring at the princess?"
Namco looked at Mo Chuan with a half-smile, and blurted out without any scruples.
Shen Ning's body trembled slightly, then she raised her head and met Mo Chuan's eyes.
Her eyes were clear and bright, flashing with water. Just one glance made his heart lose speed and his breathing became rapid.