Chapter 1777 The Unwilling Third Prince

"I'm not willing to give in! I'm not willing to give in! Why is this?! Why?!"

In the residence of the third prince Zhao Lun, roaring sounds continued to sound. The servants passing by deliberately slowed down their steps, fearing that the third prince would vent his anger on themselves.

The third prince had been sent back. On the way back, he had woken up and returned to normal. At the same time, he also realized that he had been embarrassed in the hall.

However, he had no time to be embarrassed, because his father's words and attitude almost sentenced him to death in his fight for the crown prince's position.

The fact that the old emperor clarified this matter so quickly could only mean that his father had not considered him at all when it came to the position of crown prince!

Otherwise, this matter would not have been clarified so quickly, and moreover, it would have been said so clearly.

How could Zhao Lun accept this?

In the morning, he was excited and ecstatic because of the rumor. As a result, in less than a day, he was sent from heaven to hell. Such a huge contrast was really difficult for him. accept.

And this gap also made Zhao Lun hate the old emperor in his heart.

"Why can't I be the prince? How am I inferior to them? Why!" Zhao Lun roared.

He is not convinced, he is really not convinced!

Yuan Ding and other staff stood aside breathlessly, watching Zhao Lun vent. They knew that Zhao Lun had anger and resentment in his heart, and he needed to vent it at this time. They went to stop him, except for the scolding nozzles. There will be no other consequences.

It took a long time before Zhao Lun stopped, not because he had finished venting, but because he was tired. Zhao Lun sat on the chair, breathing heavily, his eyes full of resentment.

"Third Prince." Yuan Ding walked forward and said, "Please be patient."

"How do you want me to calm down?" Zhao Lun glared at Yuan Ding and said: "I have become everyone's laughing stock! Moreover, the old immortal has never thought about making me the prince!"

Because of his anger, and because he was surrounded by people he trusted, Zhao Lun was so angry that he became a little arrogant.

"The battle for the crown prince is not over yet. Third prince, you still have a chance." Yuan Ding consoled him.

"Do you believe this?" Zhao Lun looked at the others again: "Do you believe it?"

letter?

Of course I don’t believe it.

At the court meeting, everyone was not stupid and could not understand the meaning of the old emperor's actions. However, if they didn't say that, what could they say? Could it be said:

Third Prince, give up. There is no way you can be a prince. It will never be possible. Your father doesn’t like you at all?

If they said that, they would probably be torn apart by the angry third prince.

The silent attitude of everyone made Zhao Lun even more angry.

The entire room was enveloped in a depressing atmosphere.

"Your Highness, Third Prince, there is someone outside asking to see you." At this time, the voice of a servant came from outside.

"No!" Zhao Lun said without even thinking, "I don't see anyone!"

How could he still be in the mood to meet guests at this time? The person who came to the door at this time probably wanted to see his joke.

"But, the man said that he could help you, the Third Prince." The servant did not leave, but continued: "He said that he came from afar."

"I don't care where he comes from, tell him to get out, get out of here immediately!" Zhao Lun said.

"Yes." The servant responded.

"Wait!" At this time, Yuan Ding spoke again. He looked at Zhao Lun and said, "I think it would be better for you to meet His Highness."

"Why?" Zhao Lun said, "I don't want to see anyone now."

"Your Highness, maybe this person can really help us." Yuan Ding said.

"What do you mean? What can he help me with? Can he make my father change his mind? Can he make me sit on the throne of prince?" Zhao Lun said in a bad tone.

"Maybe, it really can." Yuan Ding said.

Yuan Ding's answer surprised Zhao Lun. He looked at Yuan Ding seriously and said, "Are you serious?"

"Yes." Yuan Ding said: "Even if that person is not who I thought, Your Highness, you won't waste much time if you meet him."

Zhao Lun was silent for a moment, and then said to the outside: "Bring him to see me!"

"Yes, Your Highness." The servant then left.

After the servants left, Zhao Lun looked at Yuan Ding and asked, "What are your guesses? I don't believe that anyone can change my father's decision. I know better than you what kind of person he is."

"It is naturally not easy to change His Majesty's mind." Yuan Ding said, "However, it is not completely impossible."

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Lun asked.

"Your Highness, who do you think spread the rumor that appeared last night?" Yuan Ding said: "It was not us, and now it seems that it is not your Majesty."

"What do you mean?"

"Since it's not us, and it's not His Majesty, then of course there is someone else." Yuan Ding said: "If my guess is correct, the person who comes to see you now is the person who spread this rumor."

"What?" Zhao Lun stood up suddenly, his face did not show excitement, but anger: "If this is true, I will skin him! He will hurt me!"

you do not say.

This incident not only made him a laughing stock in the eyes of the public, but also made the old emperor completely cut off his possibility of becoming the crown prince. Zhao Lun now hated the person who spread the rumor.

"Your Highness, calm down." Yuan Ding said, "This matter can't be blamed on the other party. After all, it's still His Majesty who is unwilling to confer the title on Your Highness. Otherwise, even if the rumor didn't come from the palace, His Majesty would have conferred the title on you."

Zhao Lun didn't know how to refute for a while.

What Yuan Ding said made sense. After all, it was still his father who didn't like him and didn't trust him, otherwise, he would have been the crown prince now.

Soon, footsteps were heard outside. Yuan Ding gave Zhao Lun a look. Zhao Lun sat down again. Most of the anger on his face dissipated, but the emotions in his heart were still difficult to calm down.

The door was pushed open, and a man with ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes was brought in.

"Meet His Highness the Third Prince." The man bowed respectfully when he saw Zhao Lun.

"Who are you? Why do you want to see me?" Zhao Lun looked at the other person and asked.

"Let me introduce myself to His Royal Highness the Third Prince first." The man said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "My name is Wen Huan, I am not from Yanfeng Country, but from Shuiyue Country!"

What? !

Zhao Lun was shocked when he heard this, and stood up suddenly, looking at the other person, and said in disbelief: "You are from Shuiyue Country?!"

"Exactly!"