Shen Chengzhou suggested.
Ling Xiao's face changed drastically after hearing this.
"Forget it then." He refused immediately.
Ling Xiao might as well die if he was forced to go to the martial arts arena to train every day under Shen Chengzhou's nose.
Ling Qingwan was amused by the scene of the grandparents and grandchildren bickering.
Soon, the news that Ling Qingwan was canonized as a princess spread.
With the emperor's decree, the matter has become a done deal and cannot be changed.
East Palace.
Song Zhiqing sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by wine jars.
He leaned against the corner of the couch, raised his head and drank the last sip of wine in the jar.
"Chang'an! Chang'an!" Song Zhiqing shouted.
"Your Highness, Chang'an has left. My name is Mo Cong." Mo Cong came in with a rather bitter expression.
This was not the first time Song Zhiqing had called him by the wrong name.
Who would be happy to hear someone shout a dead person's name at him
"Go get another jar of wine." Song Zhiqing ordered Mo Cong.
His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were squinting, and he was already drunk and unconscious.
"Your Highness, you have already drunk a lot. You can't drink any more." Mo Cong had no choice but to dissuade Song Zhiqing.
If he drank any more, he was afraid that Song Zhiqing would collapse.
"I am the crown prince! In this East Palace, my words are the imperial decree! Are you disobeying me? Are you? Be careful or I will chop off your head, just like I chopped off Chang'an's head. I am willing to kill Chang'an, who grew up with me, let alone you!"
Song Zhiqing was drunk and pointed at Mo Cong threateningly.
Mo Cong dared not disobey and retreated immediately.
Song Zhiqing was still chattering, but no one knew what he was saying.
When he reached the door, Mo Cong caught a glimpse of bright yellow at the foot of the stairs and walked towards him quickly.
"Empress!" Mo Cong immediately bowed and saluted.
"Is the prince in there?" asked the queen.
"Yes." Mo Cong looked embarrassed.
The queen glanced at Mo Cong and then walked into the palace.
At that time, Song Zhiqing was holding a jar of wine and crying loudly.
He is the prince.
The queen had never seen Song Zhiqing so embarrassed.
"The wine is here so soon?" Song Zhiqing noticed someone coming in and looked at the queen.
"What are you doing?" The queen was angry and shocked.
Song Zhiqing had clearly cheered up, but how did he return to his old self again? He even looked more decadent than before.
She walked quickly forward and tried to pull Song Zhiqing up.
However, Song Zhiqing pushed her hard.
The queen lost her balance and sat down on the ground.
"Empress!" The palace maid beside her was shocked and hurried forward to support her.
"Everyone, step back." The queen ordered everyone.
The palace servants had no choice but to obey and leave.
Only the queen and Song Zhiqing were left in the huge palace.
The Queen came today because the news of Ling Qingwan and Wei Xun's marriage had spread, and she was afraid that it would affect Song Zhiqing, so she came to visit.
Unexpectedly, Song Zhiqing was more fragile than she imagined.
I also care more about Ling Qingwan.
"Tell me why you drink so much." The queen took a deep breath to calm herself down.
"Mother, Wanwan is getting married." Song Zhiqing cried out in pain, like a three-year-old child.
The queen frowned.
What ability does Ling Qingwan have that could not only move Wei Xun, a hard-hearted man, but also make Song Zhiqing so obsessed with her
"I've come to my senses, really. I was the one who let her down before. I was blind, and I lost such a good girl in vain. It's normal for her to hate me."
"I thought I could just stay by her side and protect her silently. I wouldn't care who she likes or who she's with. But I can't do it."
Song Zhiqing clutched the Queen's sleeve tightly.
From the moment he knew he was reborn, he understood that Ling Qingwan could never fall in love with him again.
Ling Qingwan didn't even have time to hate him, so how could she still have any love for him.
So Song Zhiqing chose to protect Ling Qingwan silently.
He knew that Ling Chuchu was against Ling Qingwan, so he used his trick to make an engagement with Ling Chuchu, even though he, like Ling Qingwan, had seen through this hypocritical and greedy woman.
He knew that he would most likely become the emperor of Dai Viet in the future. In order to prevent Ling Chuchu from stepping on Ling Qingwan, he took on the pressure of becoming a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone and designed a plan for Ling Chuchu to voluntarily cancel her engagement with him.
But when Ling Qingwan and Wei Xun got engaged, he still felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The Queen frowned. "When have you ever been sorry to Ling Qingwan?"
She just felt that Song Zhiqing's words were incomprehensible.
Song Zhiqing shook his head without explaining.
"I don't know what's so good about Ling Qingwan that could make you so obsessed. Since she has been canonized as a princess, you will no longer have anything to do with her. What you need to do now is to put your heart back, govern the country well, and hold on to your position. Don't let others take it away from you."
The Queen spoke earnestly and reasoned with Song Zhiqing.
"Everything in this world may change, but power and status will never change, do you understand?"
Song Zhiqing lowered his eyes, as if he was in deep thought, or as if he was distracted.
"Do you really want to see your position as crown prince fall into Song Zhicheng's pocket one day?"
When the Queen mentioned Song Zhicheng, she remembered that the Emperor had asked Concubine Jing to assist her in something that should have been her responsibility. This matter spread throughout the harem, and countless concubines gossiped about her in private, saying that she was not doing her job well.
"I will spare you today. After this drink, you must never be so decadent again." The Queen gave Song Zhiqing an ultimatum.
She only had one son, Song Zhiqing, and all the queen's hopes rested on Song Zhiqing.
She will only feel at ease when Song Zhiqing becomes the emperor of Dai Viet.
"I see."
After a long time, Song Zhiqing said softly.
When saying this, the queen couldn't even tell whether Song Zhiqing was really drunk or not.
Similarly, the old lady of the Ling family was also unhappy when she learned that Wei Xun and Ling Qingwan had gotten married.
"How come this happened so abruptly? It was decided as soon as it was said."
"The relationship between Ling Qingwan and the Seventh Prince has long been no secret in Tokyo City. The engagement was also expected and not surprising." Ling Chuchu didn't care.
Seeing Ling Qingwan rising to prominence and becoming a princess, how could Ling Chuchu feel comfortable? But one thing is for sure, if Ling Qingwan married into the palace, the Ling family's status in the city would also rise.
And she, the elder sister of the Seventh Princess and the eldest daughter of the Ling family, can also be more confident in front of Song Zhicheng.
From this point of view, Ling Qingwan marrying Wei Xun is not a bad thing for Ling Chuchu.
"That girl is always self-righteous. Once she marries into the palace and becomes a princess, I'm afraid she will be so proud of herself. After that, the Ling family will be even more suppressed by her and will never be able to stand up again." Old Madam Ling was very depressed.
She had lived in this world for decades, but this was the first time she felt so much hatred towards someone, and the person was her own granddaughter.
Although Madam Ling compromised, she was never willing to accept it.