Michael watched Yingqian leave.

The red skirt raised a wave like a sea of ​​blood.

His whole heart was so shaken that he couldn't control it and started to ripple.

He was silent for a while.

Still following behind Yingqian.

Aulë was standing guard outside the king's chamber.

As soon as he saw Yingqian, he immediately held his belly in his hands and saluted.

"Come on."

Yingqian waved her hands quickly, and seeing Aoli's face flushed with excitement, she still said tactfully:

"You have worked hard enough, go back and rest."

"How is this possible! Queen, please don't worry about me."

Aulë raised his chin, clenched his fists and shouted:

"Even if I die, I, Auli, will definitely protect His Majesty the King!"

"...Then come on."

Yingqian was really embarrassed to say it.

Aulli is here to guard him. He may not be able to find out if the king is chopped into pieces.

It's just really dangerous.

It will only give you one more head.

But looking at Auli's serious fleshy face.

She swallowed her words anyway.

Just said:

"Just keep watching and remember to eat more at noon. I think the weight loss for the child is only 300 pounds, right?"

Auli sniffed and was moved to tears again.

Before he could speak, Yingqian hurriedly ran into the bedroom.

Her cheap husband was sleeping peacefully.

He was lying on the big bed in the dormitory.

His eyes were closed tightly and his breathing was weak.

Although there were traces of time on that face, it was still handsome.

It's obvious that he is Michael's biological father.

Yingqian looked at him for a while, then walked to the bed, stretched out her hand, and patted the king's face.

Didn't wake up.

I really slept like crazy.

"You are really going to heaven, and you don't forget to leave me a problem."

Yingqian muttered.

Frowning, his eyes swept back and forth over the king's body.

Hesitating whether to give him a ride or not.

But as soon as her front foot came in, the king of the back foot breathed his last.

It seems a little too bright.

Although the people here are simple, they are not fools.

"Forget it, I'm going to deal with your trouble. You can sleep well."

Yingqian sighed, but did not touch the king after all, turned around and walked out.

She didn't know.

Just the next second after she left.

Michael walked into the bedroom.

It is not a trivial matter for the princess of a neighboring country to come to visit us.

It's just that the news came too quickly.

There is no time to prepare most things.

In the end, the castle was hastily decorated, and a large honor guard was prepared to go outside the city to greet him.

After all, she is the fiancée.

Michael naturally wanted to leave the city together.

Yingqian stayed in the castle.

Thinking about what to do, he should persuade the princess to agree to terminate the engagement.

If only I could give her a mirror.

Is it a little too cruel?

Otherwise, if she were asked to look at Michael's face more, she might look at it too much and give up on her own initiative.

Yingqian hasn't figured out the reason yet.

I heard footsteps approaching quickly.

She raised her head and saw a flower in front of her eyes.

The waist was hugged hard.

A girl's crisp voice came to Ying Qian's ears.

"Mother!"

Yingqian: "?"

Is there something wrong with her ears?

Why do I hear someone calling "Mom"?

This thing actually even took the initiative to call when it was on the pole?

I'm afraid he's not a visitor from Zu'an.

When you breathe in, there is a rich fragrance of powder.

Yingqian resisted the urge to sneeze.

He lowered his head, looked at this strange girl, and asked slowly:

"Who are you?"

"I'm Pulin."

The girl wore a light blue dress. She took two steps back, turned around in front of Yingqian, and asked with a smile:

"Mother, do you think my dress looks good?"

Yingqian: "...it's okay."

Her brain is a little confused right now.

I really can’t accept the way young people play nowadays.

It turns out there's a bit of an age gap now, so we don't call her sister or aunt anymore.

Just call me ‘Mom’.

Don't say it.

Quite exciting.

Pulin immediately grinned.

She wanted to say something else, but when she turned around and saw Michael, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Michael! My dear Prince!"

A sharp cry came from his throat.

Like a young swallow, Pulin rushed towards Michael.

Michael took two steps back.

I had already avoided her.

But Pulin refused to give up.
To be continued...