Chapter 118: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (39)

As soon as Wen Xien stepped into the study, a teacup flew towards her. She turned her head and avoided it.

The boy looked up and met the prince's angry eyes.

"Rong Ran! I still have me as the emperor in your eyes!"

The boy was cold with an exquisite face, like a snowy mountain in the deep winter, and even his voice was extremely cold, "Then do you still have me, the emperor's brother in your eyes?"

The prince, who was already tyrannical, picked up the porcelain king at his hand and smashed it at the feet of the young man. With a bang, glass splashed everywhere, and the hot tea flowed all over the floor.

The palace maid guarding outside was about to lean in and see what was going on when the door was closed with force.

The prince gritted his handsome face and said, "What did you do? Don't I know yet? You have been so close to Rong Bo recently. Do you think he is better than me and more suitable for this position than me!"

Speaking of the latter, he almost yelled. His expression was so fierce and his eyes were so fragile and aggrieved.

The prince himself is not suitable for the court. His heart is not here. He does not like to intrigue and conspire, and he does not like to be intrigues.

Although the prince is the prince, he has no achievements and no extraordinary talent.

He does not have the courage and knowledge of the fourth prince, nor does he have the extraordinary ability of the second prince.

He is not outstanding among the princes, and can even be called mediocre.

But the second prince Rong Bo is different. He is like the master of being born to be an emperor. He is both literary and virtuous and good at military tactics, and has outstanding achievements. He is truly glorious and has a bright future.

Since the prince entered the court, he was always compared with Rong Bo, but he didn't care because he knew that he just didn't want to, and he didn't have the ability to govern the country.

But he didn't expect that even his fourth brother was getting closer and closer to the second prince, so he tolerated it.

"I have never thought so, brother, you are the most suitable person for this throne in my eyes."

The boy's voice was gentle and pleasant, as if jade had fallen to the ground. She continued, "Brother, when you ascend the throne in the future, I will assist you and let the Yan Kingdom prosper forever."

"You will become a wise ruler who is admired by everyone."

The boy walked to the prince, as if comforting a mad dog who had become sick.

The prince hugged the thin boy, just like he was a child, feeling the soft touch on his side neck. He used his arms to force the boy tightly in his arms.

A sour and aggrieved feeling inexplicably emerged in the chest cavity.

"Fourth brother, I don't want to be the prince."

His voice is low and hoarse, like a willful and ignorant child, or like a child who is confused and unable to find his way on the road at night.

The others were fighting for bloody heads and dreaming of positions, but Rong Yan was extremely disgusted.

But he didn't know that he could live so recklessly, enjoy wealth and honor, and be sought after by thousands of people, just because he was the crown prince.

All he thought about was the benefit of being a prince, but he did not want to bear the responsibilities and obligations he deserved.

"Brother of the Emperor."

The boy patted the man's generous back as if he was coaxing a child who was making trouble, "Don't say such things again in the future."

The prince is still a child. His mind has been late than his peers since he was a child, so many times, Wen Xien seems to think of a brother, and the prince is the unreasonable young brother.

The prince is like a child who will never grow up.

(End of this chapter)
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