Abandoned Concubine of a Cold-Blooded Prince

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Inside the Southern Palace

In the imperial study room, the emperor, whose sixtieth birthday is this year—Murong Batian is sitting on the grand master's chair. He keeps flipping through the memorial, but his mind is disturbed by the heavy rain.

Murong Batian, whose hair has long been grizzled, is still focused on worrying about state affairs. Now all his sons have grown up, each has their own achievements, and the position of the crown prince has always been vacant.

What worries him the most now is which son has the ability to win this position, so that his country can prosper?Even though he was in the palace, Murong Batian still knew that these sons were all fighting for that position. Although they were fighting openly and secretly, they still couldn't escape the eyes of his father.

"Your Majesty, it's three o'clock, it's time to rest." At this moment, Eunuch Li, who had been standing aside watching Murong Batian approving the memorial, stepped forward and said, he gently waved his whisk.

Murong Batian walked to the window, he stood here watching the heavy rain, the year's plan is spring, spring is here, but how many springs can Murong Batian survive?He is 60 years old this year, how long can he worry about it?This year, he had to choose the candidate for the crown prince.

As Eunuch Li said, he took a fox fur cloak and stepped forward, and put it on for Murong Batian, and took another step back, standing on Murong Batian's left.

In the study room, there are books and memorials all around, all of which are the most important things in a country, the curtains are constantly fluttering in the wind, but Murong Batian is not in the mood to think too much.

"Eunuch Li, how long have you been by Gu's side?" Murong Batian suddenly asked about this matter, he couldn't remember clearly, he only knew that Eunuch Li had been by his side since he was a child, until he ascended the throne, until now.

Eunuch Li is Murong Batian's confidant, and he works for Murong Batian wholeheartedly.Although there are some things that cannot be said to Eunuch Li, but most things, Eunuch Li still has something on his mind.

"It's been 45 years since I returned to the emperor." When Eunuch Li heard Murong Batian's question, he knew that Murong Batian had a lot of troubles on his mind.

In his whole life, Murong Batian worried most about the affairs of the country, but he seldom worried about family affairs. Until now, he still couldn't see clearly which person around him was the one who really treated him well.

Those people all came here for this position, how many sincere people are there?

"Yeah, it's been 40 years. Think back then, Gu Ye was only in his teens." Murong Batian seemed to be recalling the past. Thinking back to when he was young, he wanted to travel all over the world, but later he was honored. He became the prince and shared state affairs for his father. Until now, he was able to manage state affairs, but he was trapped here.

"Your Majesty, are you worried about the Ninth Prince?" Eunuch Li knows most clearly that the person Murong Batian loves the most is actually Murong Lanxuan.

However, in the eyes of the common people and the court officials in the southern dynasty, Murong Batian's favorite person was Murong Ling. However, no one knew that Murong Batian always cared about Murong Lanxuan.

No one understands Murong Batian's helplessness. Except for Eunuch Li, no one else in the world knows why. This matter is related to a secret 30 years ago. However, it has been more than 20 years, and everyone Will gradually forget it, but Murong Batian never did.

"Eunuch Li, among Gu's many sons, who is the most like Gu?" Murong Batian looked up at the raindrops dripping from the window, some things never come back.

Like this rain, it is raining today, but it will still be sunny tomorrow.No one remembers the rainy day tonight, and no one knows whether it will be rainy or sunny tomorrow.

"This old slave still thinks that the Ninth Prince is the most like the emperor." Eunuch Li recalled that back then, Murong Batian and Murong Lanxuan were too much like him, they were both bohemian, bohemian, and seemed to have nothing to do, but his real temper, But no one can understand.

In fact, it's not that nothing is accomplished, but that there are too many worries in my heart.

"Lonely, King Ling is becoming more and more lonely." Murong Batian suddenly mentioned Ling Wu, his seventh son Murong Ling at this moment.

That one went to the battlefield to kill enemies for him, and returned with countless victories.That was Murong Batian's pride, but unfortunately he was too impatient.Murong Batian shook his head, in fact, every son has something special about him, but Murong Batian never knew which one is the most suitable candidate.

"Your Majesty, this old slave heard that the Ninth Prince's Mansion has married a concubine." Eunuch Li was shocked when he learned about this from other slaves this evening.

Like Murong Lanxuan marrying the main concubine (the emperor must choose a date to get married in the royal family of all the princes), and the auspicious days for the princes to get married must be determined by Murong Batian before the wedding can take place.However, Murong Lanxuan did it hastily, and he never reported this matter to Murong Batian.

"Gu also heard about this matter. When the child grows up, Gu also gets old." Murong Batian was waiting for Murong Lanxuan to inform him, but Murong Lanxuan didn't.

He has been waiting for two days, two full days, but Murong Lanxuan has not moved at all.In Murong Lanxuan's eyes, what kind of position does he, the father, occupy?

"Your Majesty..." Eunuch Li couldn't bear it, he knew what Murong Batian was thinking right now, but he didn't know how to comfort Murong Batian.

The emperor is still the emperor in the end, and what he controls is the entire Southern Dynasty.However, how many people around him can understand him?He had been waiting for Guan Murong Lanxuan to come by himself, but what he was waiting for was someone else's tip-off.

"Is it Mingsihe?" Murong Batian asked Eunuch Li?If he remembered correctly, it should be called Mingsihe.

Murong Lanxuan is 28 years old this year, but he only accepted a few concubines and never mentioned the matter of marrying the main concubine. Too many expectations, but, when the son grows up, even he, the father, is no longer in his eyes?

"Yes, Your Majesty." Eunuch Li lowered his head, he didn't know what Murong Batian was planning in his heart at this moment.

Murong Batian turned and walked back, walked to the oven and stretched out his hands to coax him, Eunuch Li hurried forward to close the window, it was too cold outside, and the emperor's body was getting worse day by day.

"Eunuch Li, send someone to Prince Ling's mansion, and ask King Ling to come to see Gu tomorrow morning." Murong Batian suddenly wanted to see Murong Ling, his brave seventh son who was good at fighting.

Although Eunuch Li was a little puzzled, Murong Batian wanted to see King Ling at this time.Things were indeed not good for the Ninth Prince, but he, a slave, did not dare to say much.

"Yes, I'll do it right now, old slave." In the middle of the night, Eunuch Li walked out of Murong Batian's imperial study.

The moment the door was closed, no one saw Murong Batian, a majestic emperor of the Southern Dynasty, shed tears. No one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew why he, a gray-haired emperor, would will cry.

"The orphans have all grown up, all grown up." Murong Batian said, and fell to the ground. On this cold ground, at this moment, he was just a father, a father who worried too much about his son.

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