The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1456

Chapter 1456: 711

Han Ye was surprised, "How can that be? Your Highness is the Crown Prince!"

The Crown Prince scoffed, "Shangguan Yun was once the Princess! Did you see our lord father show her any mercy? When he deposed her, he didn’t show the slightest bit of compassion. This father of mine is the cruelest and most merciless one, and besides, don’t forget, the kings of Ling, Xu, and Li are all covetously eying the position of the Crown Prince. None of my brothers are easy to deal with! If they find even the slightest fault with me, I would face a crushing defeat!"

Han Ye fell silent.

The Crown Prince looked up at the bright moon in the sky and said, "Ye’er."

Han Ye bowed, "Your Highness."

The Crown Prince said coldly, "I want him to never see tomorrow’s sunrise."

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In the Imperial Palace, the Little Princesses, after causing a stir all day, finally came to rest.

The Emperor’s Sleeping Palace regained its usual tranquility.

Being favored, many ladies of the Imperial Harem had wanted to take the Little Princesses to their own Sleeping Palace for care, all gently declined by the Little Princesses.

The Little Princesses appeared naive, but having grown up motherless from a young age, she was actually more sensitive than most children.

She could feel that in this Forbidden City, only her uncle the king truly liked her, without any ulterior motives.

So she only wished to stay in her uncle’s Sleeping Palace.

Her small bed was right beside the king’s Dragon Bed, draped with her favorite pink canopy.

The king sat behind his desk, going through the memorials, listening to her even breathing, his face briefly clouded with a trace of distraction.

Zhang Dequan carefully turned up the wick of the lamp a little.

This was the eighth time the king had been distracted since returning from Lingbo Academy.

Zhang Dequan dared not point it out, much less ask; he could only whisper a gentle reminder, "Your Majesty, it’s late. You should rest."

The king asked, "What time is it?"

Zhang Dequan answered, "It’s almost the hour of Zi."

The king put down the memorial, "I’m going out for a walk."

"This..." Zhang Dequan didn’t dare to stop him, he could only take up the lantern and accompany the king out of the Sleeping Palace.

The king stared at the swarming mosquitoes, making his way to the Cold Palace.

He stood in front of the long dilapidated gate of the Cold Palace, silent for quite some time.