My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 1521

Chapter 1521: Pig Teammate…

“The twelfth prince has intercepted them with two thousand royal guards outside the Gate of Health, so Chou Fu will not be charging in for the time being,” Gong Chang’an hastily reassured.

“They’ve already gotten to the Gate of Health!” The king rambled, “This Chou Fu! Isn’t he worried that he’ll implicate his family by doing this? Where is the Vassal King of An’nan? Does he even know that his son has committed such a grave mistake??”

When the queen dowager heard this, she wished for nothing more than to go up and clobber her son’s head without regard for her image!

Did he even need to ask?

One didn’t need brains to realize that the Vassal King of An’nan was in the know if he hadn’t appeared by now when there was such a huge commotion!

Her and the former king’s heroic reputation was in vain. How did she give birth to such a pigheaded son…

He truly was a pig teammate!

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If it weren’t for the fact that this fellow was her only son, she might have kicked him off the throne. How could he be this stupid!

When the king saw his elderly mother glaring at him like she expected better from him, he promptly wilted.

He reflexively scooted his chair backwards and commented with a cough, “Royal Mother, for our safety, let us stay here for now to wait for the crown prince.”

The queen dowager merely grunted in annoyance before placing her hands on her knees, not saying anything else.

It was rather Zhaoyi He who inquired worriedly, “My king, when this concubine came here, Little Fifteenth was feeling unwell so she remained in her bedchamber. Will, will anything happen?”

The king was stunned. He then looked at the little boy whom Zhaoyi He was holding hands with.

“Royal Father, Royal Father!” Sixteenth Mo tottered toward the king with a yearning look. “Royal Father, Royal Father.”

The king lovingly picked up this youngest son of his, and Zhaoyi He also smiled as she gazed at her son with motherly affection.

“Don’t worry. With Little Twelfth intercepting Chou Fu, he can’t enter the inner royal courts at all.”

The moment the king finished saying this, wild laughter came from the doorway.

Mo Lei quickly turned to the doorway in alarm.

“Vassal King of An’nan!!” The Mo king stared in shock at this man who suddenly appeared in the doorway of his bedchamber.

There was uncertainty in his eyes. “You, why have you come?”

The Vassal King of An’nan glanced coldly at the king. When he suddenly raised his hand, the king reflexively backed away while holding his son, Sixteenth Mo.

Zhaoyi He, Queen Zhao, Noble Lady Ying, and the other royal concubines also turned to look at the doorway where the Vassal King of An’nan was.

They saw the old vassal king donned in black armor with a long saber resting against his shoulder. He looked just like his valiant old self.

He strode through the door, with more than a thousand Red Turbans wielding long sabers swarming in behind him.

“I’ve waited this long, plotted for this long. I’ve finally waited until today.” The Vassal King of An’nan smirked at the people inside the chamber. “My king, do you still think that His Highness the Crown Prince will rush back in time to save you all?”

The king nodded furiously. “Don’t you act foolishly! My royal son will soon be back!”

“Ha ha.” The old vassal king sniggered at him. “Dream on. Do you know how many zombies are sieging the north city gate outside? You muddle-headed ruler! Just look at you today!”

“You! You!” The Mo king was livid as he pointed at the Vassal King of An’nan with pent up fury, but in the end, he could only roar, “Insolent!”

*Swish!* The Red Turbans all flashed their sabers in the king’s direction.