A very strange scene of calm appeared in the capital. Everyone began to spread the news that the new emperor was because someone poisoned the emperor and led troops into the palace to vindicate him.

Everyone is not a fool. Treating others like fools is still a blessing of force.

Shops began to do business, vendors set up stalls, and some people were forced to go shopping.

On the surface, it seems to have gained a little popularity.

Wen Siyang had made a great contribution this time. There was always someone in his heart. He walked up to Rong Hui, who was dressed in bright yellow clothes, knelt down respectfully, looked at him and asked, "I want to marry Princess Baile."
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Rong Hui, wearing a crown and a majestic look on his face, looked at Wen Siyang and was stunned: "You also like Bole?"

Wen Siyang nodded, with unconcealable joy on his face: "I like her. If the late emperor hadn't refused, I would have married her long ago."

There was a smile on Rong Hui's charming face: "But your brother also begged me to grant him a marriage."

"Thinking about Yu?" Wen Siyang looked at Rong Hui who was sitting dignifiedly. From the moment he became emperor, he had always been vigilant about his etiquette.

Back at Wen's house, Wen Siyang found Wen Siyu who was messing around in the room, his eyebrows furrowed: "Get dressed and come out."

Wen Siyu, who was having fun, was muttering dissatisfied, and the woman who stepped on him pulled him dissatisfied.

Looking at the ugly elder brother, Wen Siyu quickly put on his clothes, stepped out of the room and asked impatiently: "What are you doing? I'm doing something."

Wen Siyang glanced at him lightly: "Have you gone to ask the emperor for marriage?"

Wen Siyu nodded and shared with his brother excitedly: "I have liked Princess Baile for a long time. The old emperor blocked her before. This time, I must get her."

"Just give up, she will be your sister-in-law." Wen Siyang said, "Bole is mine, you can't mess with her.

"Why?" Wen Siyu looked at Wen Siyang unconvinced: "Yang Yunzheng and Cheng Shao both liked Bao Le. At that time, we were betting to see who could marry Bao Le. I don't care, I just

I want to marry Bai Le."

Wen Siyang looked at him with cold eyes, murderous intent spreading: "You can try."

Looking at his murderous brother, Wen Siyu swallowed: "I'm your biological brother, you can't mess around."

Wen Siyang looked at the coward Wen Siyu and nodded disdainfully: "I won't mess around, but I can exercise my right to be the big brother and beat you up first."

Wen Siyu was beaten until he cried for his father and mother, but no one came to help him.

Wen Taifu was so busy in the palace that he had no time to go home.

Bai Le looked at the scenery outside the window and felt sad. Her father passed away, but she could not fulfill her filial piety.

Awen comforted her gently, with a sad look on her face: "Don't be sad, we will be back, damn the second prince will not end well in the future."

Xu Yuemei also nodded: "Yes, don't be sad, we will accompany you back in the future."

Bo Le looked at Awen and then at Xu Yuemei, feeling a little better, but his mood still couldn't improve.

The two carriages quickly left the capital and drove quickly toward some trails.

The capital has been controlled by the second prince's people, and now he has proclaimed himself emperor. They can no longer stay in the capital.

According to the original plan, the prince should mobilize troops in Xiluo Prefecture or Dongping Prefecture, and the two carriages rushed towards Xiluo Prefecture quickly.

No matter what, we must first meet up with the prince.

Awen looked at the fleeing carriage, which gave her a headache and was speechless.
Chapter completed!