Chapitre 1176: Fated to Have Few Relatives

With a casual look on her face, Great Consort Hui snorted lightly. Like a gust of wind blowing through the clouds, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The Taoist master at the side stood guard quietly. After a while, he asked, "Prince Rong... is Junior Sister's son after all..." 

Great Consort Hui's hand froze, and she looked up at him.

"That piece of trash, he can't do a small thing well. His temper is not the least bit like mine. In the past, I only asked him to pretend to be a good-for-nothing with that d*mn old thing and find a reason to get kicked out of the capital. But he really became a fool who has been dispelled. With his little talent, he's dreaming of becoming the Emperor?" Great Consort Hui laughed, she held a prayer bead in her hand and gently rubbed it. "It's ridiculous to think that he can really do it just because he has a little bit of luck. Let him be." 

The master was silent for a while and silently agreed.