Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Three months later, news came from Tianchengguo that the prince born to Empress Xiaomin did not die and returned safely.

His Majesty the Kingdom of Tiancheng was overjoyed, granted amnesty to the world, and designated His Highness the Prince as King Jing.

The girl was paralyzed on the reclining chair, her posture was lazy, while eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, she listened to the preaching of the little maid next to her.

When he heard the news, Feng Qian took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Tsk, worthy of being a fragment of His Highness, he can live well without her at all.

"Princess, Tiancheng Kingdom intends to invite people from our royal family to the banquet, and the princess is also on the invitation list."

so……

"Is the princess going?"

Feng Qian ate the last bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, "Push it."

"Yes, princess."

System: "Host, why don't you go and see the fragments?"

Feng Qian lazily closed his eyes.

Said: "He said it himself, let me not go to him, he came to me himself."

system:"……"

Three days later.

When the wind is shallow and cold, you will receive a system prompt.

[Alert: The fragments are on the verge of blackening. 】

Feng Qian: "..."

Didn't the small fragment become the King Jing of Tiancheng Kingdom? Will it darken?

The system explained: "Shard bears hundreds of lives in Jingyuan Temple, large and small, because these people's deaths were implicated by him, so it is inevitable that Shard will bear heavy moral shackles on his body. It will form a demon."

Of course, it may also be because the host has not been seen, and the pressure on the bottom of my heart is even greater, so that it worsens.

The system didn't say anything later.

"Then... find him?"

"The host can use merit points to save the monks who died in vain in Jingyuan Temple. After obtaining the forgiveness, there will be monks who will give the fragments a dream, in this way, to reduce the guilt on the fragments."

"..."

Fine.

"All deducted."

[Consumption of merit points × 2]

...

one year later.

The girl lay leisurely on the reclining chair, eating melons, fruits and cakes, and basking in the sun lazily under a large locust tree.

Sitting beside him was His Majesty Feng Yuanguo wearing a bright yellow dragon robe.

The girl narrowed her eyes and said casually, "Why does the emperor have time to come to me?"

The monarch was tired, so he greeted Eunuch Su next to him.

Eunuch Su respectfully stepped forward and raised the scrolls in his hands.

The monarch took the picture scroll from Eunuch Su, placed it on the stone table in front of him, and slowly spread it out.

"Qianqian, look, how is the Mo family's son?"

Ever since he was the imperial sister and the concubine, there have been successive requests for marriage, but in the end, without exception, all of them were rejected.

The same is true even when His Royal Highness the Prince of the neighboring country asked for a marriage.

The empress dowager also urged him to quickly choose a satisfactory concubine for his imperial sister.

As a result... the emperor is not in a hurry for the eunuch, oh bah.

A large group of them are worried about the marriage of the eldest princess. As the parties, they are too lazy to even give a look. They live a lazy and nourishing life every day, and they almost enter the aging life ahead of schedule.

It's really nice to have a leisurely stroll every day.

"ugly."

monarch:"……"

Please take a look at the portrait on the table before you say ugly next time, okay?

Besides, where is this ugly?

The king took the portrait and looked at it carefully.

Those who can be sent to him are carefully selected and selected, not only talented, but also outstanding in appearance.

How did she become ugly when she came to her imperial sister?

After looking at it, the monarch put the painting back on the stone table, he coughed lightly, and put on a serious tone: "Then are you going to die alone?"

The girl lying on the reclining chair paused and said softly, "No."