This was the good friend of the people of Rouran. He was anxious about what he was anxious about, thought about what he was thinking, and remembered Zhuge Fu's kindness.
At least when he entered the palace to ask for marriage, Emperor Yong Ping's young and handsome face was already dark. Although he did not reject him outright, anyone could see that he was unwilling.
The Seventeenth Prince was worrying about how to marry the woman he liked back to Rouran. It was not so appropriate and considerate to have someone pass him a pillow when he was really dozing off.
The Seventeenth Prince would never have believed it if Zhuge Fu had not persuaded him.
That touched expression made Zhuge Fu's thick-skinned face feel a little embarrassed. He hated scheming against people the most. That person still treated him as a good person and felt that he was bad.
Zhuge Fu's conscience suddenly returned and he reminded him,"
