Rebirth: Remarrying the Emperor's Uncle

Han Qingwan has been busy in the kitchen for more than an hour, making several desserts and dishes.

After finishing, she redressed her makeup, put on a light red dress covered with gold, and half-closed a jade-colored cloak, and waited at the gate of Luoyuan.

The clothes were all sent by the long history of the prince's mansion, and they were all made of brocade.These things that I once looked up to and admired before have become easily available at this time.

Similarly, those people she once looked up to and envied will be easily trampled under their feet in the future, and they will never stand up again.

The path ahead is winding, and the plum trees are sparsely arranged. Illuminated by the palace lanterns, a tall figure appears in the field of vision.

Han Qingwan put away the hostility that was unconsciously showing on her face, changed to a dignified and decent face, and looked at the handsome man with a smile, like a wife waiting for her husband to return home, with an earnest and reserved smile in her eyes.

Zhao Chen's steps were steady, his gaze was deep, and he looked at the affectionate and dignified woman at the gate of the courtyard.

Another reincarnation, her demeanor has not changed at all.

When he came closer, Han Qingwan took a few steps forward gracefully, and slowly blessed her, closing her eyes and whispering, "Prince."

Zhao Chen said lightly, "Since you are not in good health, there is no need to go out and stand in the cold wind."

Han Qingwan said softly, "It's just two boards, it doesn't get in the way. But you, the prince..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Chen had already passed her and went into the courtyard.

Han Qingwan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly turned around and followed in.

She watched the prince go straight into the hall on the first floor, but she didn't understand why the prince became so cold.

There are three attendants following the prince, one is the guard Wei Xiao who often follows the prince, she recognizes it; the other is Chang Shi Liang Zhong, he is the one who arranges the daily life in the past two days; the other is a tall guard with a knife on his face The vertical and horizontal scars are a bit scary, she has never seen them before.

She went to the kitchen and brought out steaming snacks, and gave Liang Zhong and the others a plate, "Liang Changshi, the crown prince..."

Liang Zhong took the snack with a smile, "It's not a glorious thing to be scolded by the staff. You just don't open the pot and lift the pot. The prince just came back from the palace, and he worked hard for you. Miss, please be more considerate." Bar."

Han Qingwan immediately regretted that she had said the wrong thing just now, yes, both the emperor and the queen mother were dissatisfied with their marriage, why is the prince in a good mood?
If she offends the prince and loses patience with her, the princess will be in vain, and the road to the third prince is blocked, and he has no way out.

Han Qingwan went to the hall with the snacks, and Zhao Chen was already sitting at the dining table.

Han Qingwan brought two plates of dim sum to Zhao Chen, and whispered softly, "Prince, these are plum blossom cakes and glutinous rice osmanthus cakes made by my little girl. They are just out of the pan. Try it to see if it suits your appetite. Dinner is already served It's ready, and it'll be on display right away."

Zhao Chen glanced at the glutinous rice osmanthus cake on the plate, it was exquisitely made, it was in the shape of a plum blossom, it was not like that kind of soft and round ball with no shape at all.

Han Qingwan saw that his eyes fell on the glutinous rice osmanthus cake, and hurriedly took one and put it on the plate in front of him, "Try it, my lord, I know you don't like sweets, so I only added a little sugar and only osmanthus honey." A little bit."

She knew that the crown prince loved to eat glutinous rice osmanthus cake, and he ate a lot of the ones made by Han Youning.She got a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Han Youning in private, and she knew how it was made at a glance, and it was even more delicate and delicious.

She has such self-confidence, the prince will definitely love it after eating it.

Zhao Chen only glanced at it lightly, but didn't even move, and said softly, "Let's set the meal."

Han Qingwan was stunned, "Yes."

The table was filled with dinner, some made by the dining room, some made by Han Qingwan, and a jug of wine was also placed.

Liang Zhong poured wine for the two with a smile.

Han Qingwan's face turned red after only two cups. It was already dark at this time, and it was inevitable that the lonely men and widows would be ambiguous about the wine.

Under the flickering candlelight, Zhao Chen's eyes were dark, and his handsome face was dim, revealing a different kind of charm, which made one's heart sway.

Han Qingwan was fascinated by it.

Zhao Chen drank the wine with downcast eyes, his eyes were clear.

Until the jug of wine was exhausted, he got up and went upstairs.

Han Qingwan's face was already flushed, she staggered up and staggered, and the guards at the side hurriedly supported her and helped her up the stairs.

Han Qingwan took advantage of the last glimmer of clarity to see Zhao Chen standing in the middle of the inner room, looking at her with burning black eyes.

With the little reason she had left, she knew what was going to happen next, and she also knew the importance of chastity.

But the prince is cold, if she wants to hold him firmly, she can't disobey him.As long as the prince has her in his heart, she will have everything she wants.

Moreover, there was a fire burning in her heart, making her yearn for the closeness of the prince.

Han Qingwan pushed away the guards, stumbled to the side of the bed, sat down, winking like silk, "Prince..."

Zhao Chen had no expression on his face, and with a wave of his sleeves, the candles in the inner room went out and fell into darkness.

Clouds covered the moon, and Luoyuan was dark and silent.

The second watch gong rang.

It's midnight again.

Under the corridor on the first floor, in the darkness, a tall and tall figure stood upright, sharp-edged facial features were faintly visible, and a golden dragon was faintly visible.

The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month passed by him, and it suddenly became a little colder.

The second floor fell silent.

Han Qingwan lay in the brocade quilt, soft and weak.

She had secretly overheard mothers and wives talking dirty in private, and she was not ignorant of such things.

Just now... the crown prince must be very satisfied with her, that's why he lost his composure.

There was the rustling sound of clothes being put on outside the bed.

Han Qingwan said softly, "Prince, are you staying?"

The candle was lit up, and Zhao Chen stood neatly in front of the window, with a tall and mighty back, and a golden dragon hovering around.

He said softly, "No."

He lost the fiery enthusiasm just now, like a ball of blazing flames instantly turned into ice.

Han Qingwan was a little disappointed, and comforted herself, the prince's temperament is just like this, if he is used to being a master, he naturally wants to be superior, indifferent and reserved.

She blushed and said in a low voice, "After I become a concubine, I will belong to the crown prince. I heard that when you marry into the royal family, you need to have a medical checkup..."

Zhao Chen said in a low voice, "If you don't let me test it, they won't be able to test it."

Han Qingwan's heart dropped.The prince naturally has this ability.

As long as the crown prince approves of her, everything else will be fine.As for the white brocade handkerchief on the wedding night, it is very easy to fake it.

So, there is nothing wrong with it.

Zhao Chen didn't look at her, turned and left the inner room.

Han Qingwan looked at the empty doorway sadly, "Prince, why can't you stay?"
There were heavy footsteps downstairs, and the maid came in carrying hot water and went to the clean room next door.

The maidservant in Tsing Yi walked to the bed, Fushen said softly, "Miss, the water has been prepared, and this servant will serve you to take a bath."

Han Qingwan asked her, "Are there any concubines in the prince's mansion?"

The maidservant in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "No."

"Where's Tongfang girl?"

"nor."

Han Qingwan calmed down and got out of bed blushing.