The phone quickly connected, and he said, "Mr. Gong, Princess Anning is now at Biyun Terrace. She is preparing to make an appeal to The Queen. She doesn't want to become the Crown Prince. Do you want to stop her?"
Father Gong sat up from the bed, clenching his phone. He didn't expect Wei Anning to actually do this.
"Shit!" Gong Zhen swore, "I don't care what method you use, stop her from meeting The Queen."
The person in charge stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the shimmering pool outside, "She is the future Crown Prince, and I can't afford to offend her. I can only bring you the message. What to do is a matter for your Gong Family."
"You!" Gong Zhen was so angry that the veins on his forehead were throbbing. After a while, he suppressed his anger, a dark glint flashing in his eyes, "Fine, I understand. Our Gong Family will remember this favor."
