When receiving the order from Emperor Qian, Su Qixiu was in her room, adding charm to Ji Qiu's painting.

After post-processing, the white-robed monk in the painting now has eyes full of energy, and he is already lifelike, just like a real person.

Just as she stopped writing and wanted to rest for a while, Su Qixiu saw a maid coming forward and respectfully said:

"Your Highness, Your Majesty wants to see you."

Looking at the maid in green skirt who was leaning over, Su Qixiu's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly.

Her good father wanted to summon her, and all he wanted to do was grant a marriage to the Prince of Zhenbei.

But living in this deep palace since childhood, Su Qixiu had seen too many concubines and maids who asked for things but couldn't get them, and finally had to die in depression.

As for the Prince of Zhenbei, he has never met him and has no emotional basis at all. How can it produce good results?

What's more, I heard that this guy was always a loser and a well-known playboy among the powerful people in Qiandu.

If it weren't for his father's illustrious military exploits, his head would have been removed long ago, and how could he be so happy today?

Although matters of marriage are subject to the orders of parents and the advice of matchmakers, Su Qixiu was born in the Suqian royal family. If her background had not become more and more conspicuous in recent years, she would not have attracted the attention of Emperor Qian at all.

The relationship between father and daughter was extremely weak, so how could she be willing to casually marry someone she had never met?

"I know it, so I'll go now."

"You go down first."

Su Qixiu carefully put away the painting, then her expression was calm and her tone was cold.

After the maid left, she tidied up her clothes and then went to see Emperor Qian in a dignified manner.

Daqian Palace and Xuanwu Palace.

The middle-aged Emperor Qian, who had been on the throne for seventeen years, looked at his daughter, who was the most royal among the princesses in front of him, with a complicated look on his face.

Every time he looked at the daughter in front of him, he would think of the child's lost mother and concubine.

The two look so similar that they are almost cut from the same mold.

So when Su Qixiu grew up, he did not hesitate to accommodate her. Even though she did not want to get married and kept pushing back on the offer of marriage, he did not criticize her too harshly, but chose to let her go.

However, Emperor Qian could not accept that his daughter would choose a monk.

So today, she must accept her own will.

Emperor Qian had already made up his mind, so he would not let this child continue to act recklessly.

"I heard that you recently went to the Xuankong Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha?"

Holding up a volume of memorials, Emperor Qian's tone was somewhat majestic.

"Reporting to my father, yes."

Su Qixiu replied sternly.

"So what do you think about the marriage grant that I told you last time?"

Hearing the words of the girl in red who cherished her words like gold, Emperor Qian didn't care at all. He had already become accustomed to it, so he continued to ask questions.

"Didn't my father say that matters of marriage should be decided by the children themselves?"

"As the saying goes, Taoist kings have nothing to say. Is it possible that my father owns the territory of the world, but he still regrets it with his own children?"

The woman stood at the lower end. When she heard Emperor Qian's words, she immediately asked.

The sharpness of his words immediately made Emperor Qian choke.

He really did say such words once, but it was already several years ago.

Moreover, she was in a good mood and happened to meet Su Qixiu, whose face resembled that of her mother-in-law, so she accidentally blurted out a promise. Naturally, she couldn't make any promises at this time.

Unexpectedly, the child came forward to refute him at this time.

He has sharp teeth and a good memory.

Can...

If the emperor loses face, can he still be called an emperor?

So Emperor Qian's face turned pale at that time, and he began to become a little unhappy:

"I said so, but weren't you still young back then?"

"Besides, even if I let you go, you can't just find me a mountain monk."

"I, the Su Qian royal family, have such a high status and dominate the world. Even if the monk you are looking for is not bad at martial arts, these warriors have always been unruly and disobedient to the king. They use martial arts to break the law. How can they be a good match?"

"I think the prince of Zhenbeihou is pretty good."

"This matter is settled like this, there is no room for change."

Emperor Qian settled the matter in a stern commanding tone, minding his own business and didn't pay attention to Su Qixiu's widened eyes.

He is the emperor and the master of Daqian!

What he wants to decide will not change because of anything.

Even if it's your own children.

Seeing Su Qixiu open her mouth and frowning in front of her, just when she wanted to stand up and continue to refute, Emperor Qian stood up and spoke calmly:

"Child, you must know that I am the emperor."

"Xuankong Temple, I will personally issue an order to tell them to behave themselves and restrain the young monks in the temple."

"Otherwise, do you think an ordinary Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain can stop thousands of troops?"

"Even the rumored martial arts myths, such as Lin Yufu who broke a thousand armors with one sword a hundred years ago, are just ordinary people. Moreover, in hundreds of years, there have only been a few such masters in the martial arts world. indivual?"

"This world will always be my own."

"You have to be clear about this."

Emperor Qian's words almost extinguished all Su Qixiu's anger.

The face of the girl in red gradually turned pale. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

yes.

Even if a young monk has the power to protect himself, how can he survive under such a giant as Da Gan?

If the Xuankong Temple that had raised him all his life was destroyed due to one of his own mistakes, that would be a real disaster!

Su Qixiu, who thought about this clearly, walked away in despair without saying a word.

Seeing this, Emperor Qian who stayed in the palace sighed heavily and then waved.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

Following Emperor Qian's movements, the eunuch hiding behind him came out at the right time, bent down and asked.

"Go and prepare a decree for me and give it to the Xuankong Temple."

"Let's just say that a pure place for Buddhism should be based on meditation, enlightenment, and escaping from the world. As a world-famous Buddhist temple, Xuankong Temple should be flaunted in this way."

"Those who harbor filth and have six impure roots should be removed early to avoid polluting the Buddhist Pure Land."

"Those monks are very smart. When the time comes, you can use the intelligence to attack the monk who has an ambiguous relationship with the princess. I think he will retreat in the face of difficulties."

"In addition, I recently collected the princess's token and kept it under strict supervision. She is no longer allowed to enter or leave the palace at will!"

"Just say it's my will. I think she knows it well."

Emperor Qian sat down again, splashed ink on the desk, and wrote an imperial edict in a moment. He then handed it to the eunuch in front of him and quietly asked him to go and issue the edict.

"Old slave, obey the sage's decree!"

Holding the imperial edict in front of him with both hands, the old eunuch spoke respectfully.
Chapter completed!