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Murong Heng patted Concubine Lan on the shoulder, and said comfortingly: "Mother and Concubine don't need to think too much. Although my son is not the strongest, he is not the weakest either. At least there is no problem protecting you and Qingyu."

Concubine Lan looked at Murong Heng with a cold face in surprise, as if he was not heartless.

"Heng'er! Don't you want to be emperor?"

Murong Heng smiled faintly, looked at Su Qingyu tenderly, and said: "I just want to live a peaceful life now, live a good life with Qingyu and Chen'er, stay away from these right and wrong, and live a life of idle clouds and wild cranes."

Lan Fei's eyes became sharp instantly, and she said in a stern voice: "You bastard! Why don't you have any aggressiveness? I thought you kept hiding your leg disease just to win the throne, but I didn't expect that you are also a mediocre person , indulging in this kind of private relationship!"

Murong Heng saw that his mother and concubine had lost her usual gentleness, and he helplessly shook his head and sighed, "Mother concubine, my son really wants to live a relaxed and free life. The position of emperor is just a burden to me."

Su Qingyu looked at Murong Heng's neither humble nor overbearing appearance, and she liked him even more from the bottom of her heart.

In the past five years of getting along with each other, she knew that Murong Hengwen had great ambitions.

But she doesn't have any yearning for power. Compared with Murong Ze who almost killed Chen'er for his own selfish desires, there is really a huge difference.

"You! You unworthy thing! Get out! Get out of here immediately!"

Seeing that her son had no intention of seizing power, Concubine Lan threw all the teacups on the table to the ground like crazy, roaring loudly.

Murong Heng shook his head and pulled Su Qingyu away, while Chen'er trotted out with her mouth curled up.

Along the way, Su Qingyu opened her mouth, but didn't say the last word. Seeing that Su Qingyu had something to ask, Murong Heng said with a smile: "If you have anything to say, just say it, you and my husband, don't hide it .”

Su Qingyu frowned and asked: "I don't think that Murong Yan is a good stubble, I'm afraid it's not good for you."

Murong Heng saw that Su Qingyu cared about him, smiled happily and said, "Don't worry, he won't do anything to me. Although I am the weakest, I will never let anyone hurt your mother and child."

Su Qingyu looked at Murong Heng with a smile, and sincerely thanked him for taking good care of her these years, how could she make him treat her so sincerely.

Murong Heng sent Su Qingyu and Chen'er to their old residence. He still had some business to do, so he went to the study first.

As soon as he entered the study, he saw a man in black standing in front of the desk, who had been waiting for a long time.

"My lord."

Murong Heng's face was cold, and his gentleness faded away, as if he had changed into a different person.

"Well, what's the situation in the capital now."

The man in black spread out a map of secret sentries in the capital on the table, and reported to Murong Henghui: "Murong Yan has already controlled the imperial guards in his own hands, and the entire palace has been planted by his men, and Murong Ze The army is stationed outside the capital, but there is no movement. The Eighth Prince Murong Yu has already led a large number of troops to a location five kilometers outside the city, and it is estimated that he will arrive tomorrow morning."

Murong Heng nodded lightly. It seems that the people who are most likely to compete for the throne now are Murong Yu and Murong Ze. Murong Yan is just a living bag, nothing to be afraid of.

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