I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

In the royal study, Lan Zetu leaned on a chair with a lazy expression, holding a cup of health tea and drinking it slowly.

The warm liquid with the fragrance of spiritual grass drives away the coldness of the morning, making people extremely comfortable.

Looking out the window at the brilliant glow, he felt that he was rising with the rising sun.

At this moment, Lan Zetu, who had not returned to the palace for a long time, felt that the documents stacked on the desk were a bit cute.

However, he no longer needs to review these documents.

Lan Zetu pushed them away with interest, took out a romantic love novel, and opened the bookmarked page to read.

He lost interest after a short while and asked the guard at the door, "Why doesn't His Highness come over? I've been waiting for him for more than an hour!"

The guard at the door lowered his head and tried to reduce his presence, "Sorry, Your Majesty, we don't know, please be patient."

Oh, let me wait patiently, let the emperor of the empire wait...

Lanzetu slammed the book shut and threw it on the desk. Just as he was about to scold the guard who couldn't speak, he lost his anger again.

I do have a lot of time to wait.

In the past two months, after spending the first days of anger and sadness, he had rarely experienced a sense of relaxation in life and a lot of free time.

Sleep, eat, and entertain every day.

There is no need to face cumbersome government affairs and annoying struggles, and there is less urge to smash cups or hammer tables.

But after relaxing for a long time and getting tired of playing, he began to miss the scenery and majesty of the past, and missed the tense and fulfilling life.

Whenever he feeds a pet, he will feel that he is no different from the little guy opposite...

Carefully raised, but not free.

He turned around and looked around the study room that had been with him for decades, and touched the armrest that he was accustomed to. He still felt at ease sitting here.

"Report, His Highness the Third Prince has returned to the palace and will be here shortly." A guard announced outside the door.

Just as the guard was about to speak, he was stopped by Lanzetu.

"I'm old, but not deaf yet."

The guard looked at him in surprise.

It is a rule to pass on a message and it has nothing to do with whether you can hear it or not.

Lanzetu glanced at him coldly and opened the novel again.

Ten minutes later, Tasril, who had changed into clean clothes, slowly walked into the study. After he came in, the waiter brought a rich breakfast.

Lanzetu watched him eat silently, feeling slightly uneasy.

Perhaps Tasril had just returned from the battlefield, and his whole person gave people an extremely sharp sense of chill, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Did the operation go well?" He tried to break the stagnant atmosphere in the study.

Tasril finished his breakfast, threw away his fork, and leaned back on the sofa. "It's not bad. We have controlled parts of Fesco and Sadala. Lorenzo's army is quite capable. Even if there is no commander, it can still be done." Organize your defense in an orderly manner.”

Lan Zetu sighed: "Because of Lan Zeyou's willfulness, you have worked hard, but she also paid the price with her life. The result now is not bad."

Taslier smiled noncommittally, "Do you really think it's okay? It's still a pity."

Lanzetu's hand paused slightly and slowly closed the book.

"It's a pity that Lan Zeyu is gone like this. She was my favorite princess."

Tasril's crimson eyes revealed a hint of darkness. He straightened up and looked at Lanzetu seriously.

"You really loved her, so you personally created a death ending for her."

Lanzetu raised his eyebrows, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Don't understand?" Taslier laughed.

"You asked people to pretend to be queens to gather people's hearts and bring news to Lan Zeyou; you arranged for your confidants to prepare potions and incense for Lan Zeyu; you arranged for hidden guards to attack Lorenzo and me indiscriminately in the subspace!"

"What else don't you understand?"

Lanzetu was stunned in surprise, but quickly calmed down and retorted loudly: "You are making groundless speculation and venting your anger!"

"I gave up the throne to you! Why am I doing this? Lan Zeyu is my child, my favorite daughter!"

Taslier said calmly: "It is precisely because she is your favorite daughter that you cannot accept my relationship with her."

"What don't you know about this palace? You've been pretending to be deaf and mute for so long without a single complaint. How can you tolerate it?"

"How can you not hate that your favorite children are in my hands? Besides, you are not old yet and can still have children, so there is no need to place bets on me alone."

After the words fell, Lanzetu's face twisted and his eyes were fixed on Tasril.

"You don't have to glare at me. You can leave eyes and ears in the palace, and so can I."

Tasril took out an image from the storage ring, and there was a sexy and beautiful woman in it.

"Tsk, you have a pretty good figure. I heard she's a baroness?"

"You! You..." Seeing the woman Lanzetu finally couldn't sit still.

He lived a ridiculous and idle life for two months, but he didn't expect that the third-level lady was pregnant...

With the new heir, Lanzetu regained hope.

He didn't want to wait for death in Tasriel's exquisite cage, and he didn't want to give up his things to someone who hated him.

Even if this person is his own son.

So, he tried to take back what was his.

I chose Yu Lanze, who has a clear distinction between love and hate.

It's a pity that Lan Zeyou didn't see that information before the wedding, otherwise those medicines and killing moves were all prepared for Tasril.

Due to the change in the situation, he could only let his confidant persuade Lan Zeyu to indirectly retaliate against Tasriel through Lorenzo.

In a battle between two divine generals, it's a life-and-death battle. One of them will always lose, or even end together...

Lanzetu stood up with trembling legs.

"Tasril, you can't kill them all! You won't suffer in this case. Lorenzo may seem harmless but is the most powerful lord. His death will be beneficial to your future rule."

Tasriel left the image on the plate on the coffee table, and soon the picture was smudged and blurred by grease.

"You're right, but I don't like giving people second chances."

"By the way, I'll tell you another news. The Second Highness who escaped before was also killed by me. It's just that I found a similar royal to show off."

In an instant, Lan Zetu turned pale.

"You, you wolf-hearted and inhumane thing!" He slammed the teacup on the desk at Tasril, "How could I have a son like you!"

Roars and insults echoed in the study, but could not be heard outside.

Tasriel allowed Lanzeto to go crazy, and when he could no longer scold him and sat down with a dejected expression, Tasriel said quietly: "You still have a chance now, as long as you tell me where you took Lorendel. ”

Laurentelle?

Lanzetu gasped violently, trying to remember the orders he had given.

There seems to be an article about that woman...

"I, I will let people follow you, and then find an opportunity to kill her. She is the incarnation of the goddess, she can't stay, she can't stay!"

Tasril stood up and walked to the opposite side of the desk, leaned over and asked, "So, you killed her?"

The invisible momentum pressed against Lanzetu like a mountain, leaving him breathless.

"No, no, she escaped. My people are dead, a dozen of them are dead."

Escaped...

Tasriel relaxed and just lived.

Lanzetu saw that he had calmed down and said hurriedly: "Tasril, you believe me, if she is really the incarnation of the goddess, you must kill her, you must!"

Tasriel sneered: "I like her."

Lanzetu's pupils suddenly shrank.

"No, no, you believe me, this means she will overthrow Lanze and destroy our dynasty!"

Tasril confirmed slightly, and after a few seconds he burst out laughing, "That's not great, let's just destroy this stinking dynasty."

Lanzetu looked at him in shock, madman!

Taslier picked up the novel Lanzetu put on the table, lowered his eyes and said coldly: "I just want to live as I want, nothing else matters."

"Besides, your chance to speak has run out."

"Goodbye, father."

With a bang, the book burst into blood red, and the bookmark embroidered with thorn flowers slowly fell down.