"What did you say?" Prime Minister Yuan thought he heard wrongly.

Fu Sichen's expression did not change, and he looked directly into the other party's eyes that were bursting with anger: "I want to pay a betrothal gift and marry your Yuan Bao as my wife."

The corners of Prime Minister Yuan's mouth twitched, no matter how good-tempered he was, he couldn't help it:

"Pavilion Master Fu, I would like to say to you, Pavilion Master, please don't push yourself too far. Our Yuanbao is still young and very different from you. At your age, you can even be her uncle."

"I can afford to wait." Fu Sichen looked at him with cold eyes:

"But during this period, I don't allow anyone to think about my future wife."

"...You bastard!!" No matter how good-tempered Prime Minister Yuan was, he could not calmly face such a pervert who cared about his daughter's future. He wanted to cut Fu Sichen into pieces!!

"I tell you, it is absolutely impossible for Yuan Bao'er to be with you!! She will be very happy in the future, and I will never agree to it!!"

"Then what if she agrees?" Fu Sichen stood with his hands behind his hands, thinking clearly, with a hint of interest in his eyebrows: "Will Prime Minister Yuan agree?"

Even if he doesn't agree, it's useless, but if he cares, he will respect it.

Everything on the left and right is obviously his, and it will be his for all eternity.

Prime Minister Yuan choked when he heard the words, and looked at him with gritted teeth: "If Bao'er agrees, I am willing to consider it, but the premise is that no one is forcing or tempting her, and she really likes you. This is actually very difficult, isn't it?

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Fu Sichen raised his eyebrows, smiled meaningfully, and murmured softly to himself: "She can only like me."

After saying that, he arrogantly passed by Prime Minister Yuan and entered the palace.

Prime Minister Yuan was so angry that his chest heaved and he clenched his fists tightly. He tried his best to suppress it for a long time before turning around and entering the palace.

In the magnificent main hall, Emperor Jiang Shen was waiting with a smile. When he saw Fu Sichen, he raised his chin slightly, and his mellow and powerful voice echoed in the hall:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Pavilion Master Fu."

Fu Sichen stood at the bottom with a calm expression and didn't even do any courtesy.

Naturally, the emperor has long been accustomed to his behavior. He has done the same for so many years and directly asked him to take the seat:

"Pavilion Master Fu has not been back for so many days. What happened to Yan Yu Pavilion is really regrettable."

Fu Sichen sat lazily in his seat, "Regret?"

He slowly said these two words in a low-pitched voice, and looked up at the emperor mockingly: "If the emperor really felt sorry, how could he allow the people to celebrate for three days? It seems that the emperor's regret is different from that of ordinary people."

Jiang Shen choked, and there was a faint anger in his brows. He originally thought that Fu Sichen must have died outside. Who would have thought that he would come back, and he would be the same as he was more than ten years ago.

If he had known that he was back, he would definitely not have done something like that so that he could be blamed.

Seeing that the emperor was silent, Fu Sichen turned to look at Prime Minister Yuan who wanted to eat him, and said meaningfully:

"I'm not here today just to keep an appointment."

Prime Minister Yuan's face darkened, he clenched his fists and looked at him with gritted teeth, but he ignored him and turned to look at the emperor above:

"I'm here to ask for a promise."

"...What promise?" Jiang Shen had a bad feeling.

I saw a glimmer of light slipping through Fu Sichen's eyes, and he looked at the emperor intently:
Chapter completed!