After the concubine ran away, the cold prince lost control

After Xue'er left Changle Palace, her feet seemed to be out of control and she headed straight for the King of Qin's bedroom. It was not until she reached the door of the palace that she suddenly realized something was wrong and stopped abruptly.

"Miss Xue'er, are you here to look for His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin? I'll go in and tell you right away." The eunuch at the door was very attentive when he saw the little girl.

Seeing the young eunuch was about to turn around to pass on the message, Xue'er hurriedly called him back: "I just happened to pass by here, young man, don't go and tell the King of Qin."

The young eunuch turned around upon hearing this, looked at Xue'er with a confused look on his face, and said, "His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin has just been punished by His Majesty, why don't you go in and visit him?"

The little girl blushed and wanted to leave quickly, but she couldn't help asking, "How is he now? Is he seriously injured?"

The young eunuch rolled his eyes and said, "Alas, Your Majesty has always been strict in educating his son, and that old General Li is kneeling outside the palace gate and refusing to leave. How can Your Majesty easily let His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin off?"

"He was beaten pretty badly!" the young eunuch said seriously.

When the little girl heard what was said, she was so anxious that tears came out.

"Miss Xue'er, are you really not going to go in and see His Highness?" the young eunuch asked.

The little girl hesitated, but finally, she sighed heavily: "I won't go in. She is injured and it is not convenient to visit her. Please tell His Highness to take good care of his injuries."

After saying that, the little girl finally turned and left.

The young eunuch stood on tiptoe and watched until he could no longer see anyone. Then he ran back to the inner hall and, before he even entered the door, he shouted, "Your Highness, Your Highness, this is great news, great news."

The King of Qin had just been beaten by his father and was lying on the bed in depression. Suddenly he heard the eunuch's words and asked angrily, "What good news? My Highness was beaten like this, and you bastards, you don't feel sorry for me, but you are still shouting for what?"

"Your Highness, what's the point of asking the servants to feel sorry for you? You have to make Miss Xue'er feel sorry for you, only then will the beating be worthwhile." The young eunuch entered the hall, wiped the sweat off his face, and said with a smile and flattery.

When the King of Qin heard this, he jumped off the bed in joy. His wound was torn and hurt. He grimaced, but he didn't care too much. He just grabbed the eunuch and asked, "What did you say just now? Xue'er is here? Is that right?"

As he said this, he ignored the injuries on his body and ran out of the hall: "Where is she? Where is she?"

The young eunuch hurriedly ran out and said, "Oh, my Lord, please take care of your wound."

"Your Highness, I'm asking you where Xue'er is?" King Qin asked anxiously.

The young eunuch hurriedly said, "Ms. Xue'er didn't come in. She asked a few questions at the door and then left."

After hearing this, the King of Qin immediately wilted like an eggplant hit by frost.

After a long while, he asked the young eunuch, "What did she say?"

The young eunuch repeated Xue'er's words to the prince in detail.

When the young man heard his sweetheart asking him to take good care of herself, such a common concern, a smile immediately appeared on his face again.

"I know that she has me in her heart."

He turned back to the main hall, grabbed the young eunuch, and asked him to repeat what Xue'er had just said. After listening, the young man blushed slightly, and smiled to himself, "She must be worried about me, but she is too embarrassed to come in to visit. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that she came to my palace gate just after I was beaten with the board."

As he spoke, he looked at himself in the bronze mirror and asked the young eunuch, "Tell me, who is more handsome, me or Li Rong?"

His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin, who fell in love, seemed like a different person. In the past, the boy would never ask such silly questions as whether a man was handsome or not.

"Of course it's you, Your Highness, who is so handsome." The young eunuch's words were by no means flattering. Lu Ji and Qin Xiaoning were both first-rate looks, and the son they gave birth to would naturally be handsome and extraordinarily handsome.

"With your looks, Your Highness, only the Crown Prince can rival you in appearance."

The young man was very moved by the eunuch's words. He touched his face and said, "I also think I am better than Li Rongjun, but why did Xueer give up me and marry him? It's really hard to understand."

"What do you mean by handsome or not? This isn't a beauty pageant. If you say that, you are just a loser."

The young man was in distress here, and with the arrival of a clear voice, the palace servants in the hall immediately knelt down in a crowd.

Lu Ji waved his hand to dismiss the palace servants, glanced at his youngest son, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

The young man touched his butt and said with a bitter face: "How can it not hurt? Father, you hit me so hard, it hurts me to death."

Lu Ji rolled his eyes at his son: "What's the point of you crying out in pain here?"

Seeing his son's confused look, he pulled his son over and said earnestly: "Whoever you like, you should let her know how much you love her. If you can make her feel sorry for you, then half of the job is done."

The King of Qin pondered over this and said in surprise, "Father, you are serious about what I said."

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Lu Ji frowned and sighed, "Father is an experienced person, how can he lie to you?"

The young man was surprised and told his father everything about Xue'er coming to visit him but not coming in.

Lu Ji listened to his son's words patiently, and then taught him earnestly: "If you want to win the heart of your sweetheart, you have to work harder on her."

The young man was puzzled and said, "I was always around her and confessed my love to her, but she rejected me and said that she only liked Li Rong."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but fall into confusion: "Sometimes, I am really confused. I don't know whether she loves me but dares not admit it, or whether she really likes Li Rong."

"Who is Li Rong? Why are you so spineless?" Lu Ji scolded his son angrily, then said, "If you like her, you must snatch her away. How can you admit defeat so easily?"

The boy was still confused: "How do I rob it? Do I have to beat up Li Rong again?"

Lu Ji gritted his teeth and poked his son's head angrily: "You are brave but not wise!"

The young man quickly bowed deeply to his father, and said humbly and respectfully: "I will listen to your teachings, father. I beg you to give me some advice. If you can fulfill my wish, I will be filial to you in the future."

Worried that his young son would inevitably be afraid of a rival in love, Lu Ji first helped him regain his confidence and said, "Back then, Nanny Gu was abandoned by her husband, and your mother took her in in Qianzhou. Later, when she gave birth to Xue'er, she had a difficult delivery, and it was your mother who sent a special doctor to take care of her and saved her and her daughter."

Glancing at his son's attentive listening, Lu Ji continued, "So, this is fate. Your mother saved the Gu family's mother and daughter twice. This little girl is destined to be our daughter-in-law."

"This is all destined by God, just like when I saved your mother outside the mansion gate, we were destined to be together in this life." Lu Ji said.

When the young man heard this, his confidence really increased. He smiled and said, "We have grown up together since childhood. Our affection is unmatched by anyone."

Seeing his son getting the point, Lu Ji nodded with satisfaction, and then began to give his son advice: "If you want to pursue the girl you love, you can't just rely on passion."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and nodded his son's head: "You have to learn to use your wisdom." (End of this chapter)