The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Zhao An was strangled by him, couldn't help shaking slightly, tears flowed down his eyes uncontrollably, he looked up at his father who had never spoken so harshly to him before:

"Father, I—"

Jiang Yingxiu gave the servants in the room a look and told them to go out.

He put things aside, not daring to look at them.

Zhao Heng's fingers tightened slightly on his neck, which made his face flushed, his breathing thin, and he was speechless.

A cool voice sounded from above:

"Did you treat the child like this at the beginning?"

"What number is this?"

Zhao Heng didn't know why he was so angry. If he was in the past, he might be surprised at most, not so angry.

But recently, because of the establishment of a school, I have heard a lot about the difficulties encountered by the princes and ministers, and I know how difficult it is to give birth to a child, so the moment I saw this child in the altar, the anger in my heart was overwhelmed. has taken over the entire body.

It was he who had to raise his hand to choke his son's neck and question him harshly.

Zhao An couldn't speak at all, he was forced to choke his neck, he could only raise his head passively, looked at the strange father in front of him, and suddenly burst out laughing:

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, what number is this?"

"Father, guess which number this is?"

His gaze suddenly became weird and crazy, his eyes completely lost respect and fear, as if he didn't want to live anymore, he said loudly:

"Father pretends to be so good, but what are you?"

"It's just a few lives, it's nothing. Compared with the people killed by the emperor, it's a drop in the bucket."

"Based on this, father and son should be the most similar to you among the princes, right?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

Zhao Heng's pupils constricted suddenly, and he let go of the hand that was pinching his neck, knocking Zhao An's head out.

Zhao An's head hit the corner of the table, and blood flowed down immediately.

Zhao Heng was trembling with anger, and his lips and teeth trembled slightly, "Lock him up, lock him up..."

Jiang Yingxiu lowered her head: "Yes..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Heng suddenly raised his head, shook his head and said, "No, don't lock him up, don't lock him up, depose him as a commoner, depose this rebellious son as a commoner, depose him as a commoner!"

Zhao An, whose head was covered in blood, raised his head, looked at Zhao Heng, and smiled coldly.

Like gone crazy.

After watching Zhao Heng, he immediately looked at Jiang Fu who was standing there.

Jiang Fu still looked clean, exactly the same as when he appeared in the palace, without any change.

Her black eyes, which were as clear as a deep pool, were just looking at this place without any waves, as if she had expected his ending to be like this.

"Who told you that?" Zhao An raised his eyes and said suddenly, "It's An Le, isn't it, it's An Le, right?"

At the end of the question, his voice suddenly became louder.

Without waiting for Jiang Fu to speak, he immediately cursed loudly:

"Slut! What a bitch! Your Highness already knows that a **** cannot be on the stage, and I shouldn't praise her!"

Seeing that he continued to scold, Jiang Fu finally stepped forward slowly.

She stood in front of him, lowered her eyes and looked down at him, "She never told me this."

"Your Highness...Oh, no." Jiang Fu paused for a moment, then smiled, the girl slightly raised the corners of her lips, smiling like a flower, "You are already a commoner."