The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Sang Jian smiled and shook his head, It's nothing, I just feel that the prince is quite cute sometimes.

Although sometimes I owe a little beating, but it is still at the level she can accept.

Once you get used to it, it feels good too.

Xiao Yin sneered, and said disdainfully: Did you misunderstand this king? You think this king is cute? This king didn't kill you, it only shows that this king still has some interest in you now.

Seeing that she no longer pretended to be wronged, Sang glanced at Xiao Yin amusedly when she heard this, My lord is probably more than a little interested in me now, right?

You are really the thickest-skinned woman I have ever seen! Xiao Yin rolled his eyes.

My lord, if you say that, I'm going to make trouble.

Sang Jian suddenly struggled to withdraw his hand, and his delicate face collapsed again.

An expression of ready to cry.

Xiao Yin: .

He forcefully pulled Sang Jian to his side, and let her withdraw her hand, but in the next second, he stretched out his hand to wrap Sang Jian's shoulder, and pulled her into his arms.

He turned his head and put it next to her ear and whispered: This king is wrong, stop making trouble.

Sang Jian smiled and said: The concubine is the thickest-skinned woman the prince has ever seen?

No, this king has the thickest skin. Xiao Yin said seriously.

I'm about to enter the hall soon, how much will I spare my king? He discussed with Sang Jian in a low voice.

Sang Jian smiled, What did the prince say? How can I ask you to leave some thin noodles? Didn't the prince say that he has a thick skin? Then it can't be called thin noodles.

Xiao Yin: .

Before he could say anything, Sang Jian said again: Don't worry, the courtiers and concubines can distinguish the occasion.

Xiao Yin: .

He believed this kind of thing before, but since she carried him off the carriage in front of so many people just now, he no longer believes that she can separate the occasions.

But now there is no other way but to trust her.

Xiao Yin sighed silently, and changed the hand around her shoulder to hold her hand again.

The communication between the two of them ended here, and the main hall was right in front of them. Xiao Yin led Sang Jian into it with a blank expression.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Sang Jian saw a seven or eight-year-old boy wearing a dragon robe sitting on the dragon chair with some anxiety.

The moment he saw Xiao Yin leading Sang Jian in, he suddenly stood up and stared at Xiao Yin very nervously.

In the depths of his eyes, there was still fear and hatred that could not be hidden at this age.

After all, he watched Xiao Yin bloodbathed the imperial palace with his own eyes.

Zhao Zike is the little emperor after all, Sang Jian thought about whether to salute him.

As a result, Xiao Yin pulled her straight to an exclusive seat at the lower left of the throne and sat down.

Although that position is not a dragon chair, it looks more delicate than the dragon chair.

The seat is enough for two people, Xiao Yin arranged Sang Jian to sit down first, and then sat beside her.

After entering, he never looked at the little emperor from the beginning to the end, showing his attitude of indifference to the fullest.

The little emperor Zhao Zike tightly clenched his small hands into fists, and his attitude towards Xiao Yin was only daring to speak out.

He couldn't understand at all, Xiao Yin was in charge of the overall situation every time he went to court, but he didn't want to be the emperor himself, he gave the throne to a little boy like him, and then he himself took orders from him.

This feeling made Zhao Zike hate it.

But there was nothing he could do.

Zhao Zike sat back on the dragon chair after seeing Xiao Yin take his seat.

He was so annoyed that he had to wait for Xiao Yin's notification every time he went to court!

It's already noon now, and he hasn't eaten yet!

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