The Virtuous Concubine

Uh... when I think about it carefully, it seems that this is indeed the truth?

The prince's face was full of shock. At the same time, the string that had been tightly stretched in his heart actually relaxed a little without him noticing.

He had really been so overwhelmed by worry that he had lost his composure and had not considered at all that, to some extent, the Fourth Prince and Malu were actually in a situation where they would prosper together and suffer together.

How could the Fourth Prince easily spread this matter and endanger himself?

Seeing that the prince accepted his statement with astonishment, Malu stretched out a slender finger and gently tapped the prince's forehead: "Fool, look at you, you are really confused."

"You, don't think too much. The most important thing is to rest and recuperate. As long as your father didn't see it with his own eyes, no matter what rumors are said, they don't count. By the way, what exactly was in the sachet that he took away?"

The prince lowered his head and said hesitantly: "It's the golden lotus you embroidered last time..."

Malu heard this and smiled lightly, with a hint of cunning in her smile: "How difficult is that? Just find a princess in the backyard and ask her to embroider something similar, and then put it in. If the Fourth Prince is really crazy and wants to use this thing as a handle, then you can turn the tables and blame him, so that he will taste the taste of shooting himself in the foot."

The prince had never seen such a rogue method. He stared at Malu with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Seeing this, Malu sighed softly and pretended to be angry and said, "I took the trouble to help you find a solution, but you look at me like this? If you don't want to, then forget it. You can go to your father and ask him to chop me off, so that you can have peace of mind."

The prince panicked immediately, and quickly reached out his hand to cover Malu's mouth, saying in a panic: "Bah, bah, bah, nonsense! Nonsense!"

However, Malu took advantage of the moment when the prince's hand covered his mouth and playfully licked the palm of his hand with his tongue. The sudden action made the prince's face turn red instantly. It was not known whether it was because of the high fever or because he was ashamed of this ambiguous action.

Why! ! !

The prince sighed inwardly, thinking about how he had been tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night, and filled with anxiety and pain over this matter over the past few days. Now it seemed really ridiculous.

Thinking of this, the prince felt a deep sense of grievance in his heart. At the same time, he began to reflect on his past actions and wondered if he had taken too many detours in many things.

Seeing that the prince was relieved and his frown gradually relaxed, Malu breathed a sigh of relief, patted the prince's shoulder gently, and said softly: "What you need to do next is to rest and recuperate. After you recover, go hunting happily and put all these troubles behind you."

After saying that, Malu wanted to get up and leave, but the prince suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly, with a hint of pleading in his voice: "Don't leave, stay with me for a while, okay? Just a little while."

Malu showed a helpless look on her face. She gently reached out her hand, stroked the prince's head, and said softly, "I have stayed here for a long time. If I continue to stay, I am afraid it will attract criticism."

The prince was still unyielding. He buried his head in Malu's arms and murmured, "No, this is a rare opportunity for you to stay with me openly. I really don't want you to leave."

Malu gently pinched the prince's ear and said in a feigned anger: "I have been with you for so long, you should be satisfied. What else do you want now? You are so childish."

The prince slowly raised his head and sighed deeply, with a trace of loneliness in his eyes: "These two days, I have been lying in bed, thinking about everything. I thought about dying, and I also thought about killing the Fourth Prince at all costs, and..."

Malu raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes full of confusion: "What else?"

The prince's voice became increasingly deep, as if he was talking about an unattainable dream: "If I could leave the Forbidden City with you, away from the hustle and bustle of power struggles, I would be willing to give up wealth and glory."

Upon hearing this, Malu couldn't help but exclaimed: "Are you crazy? This is not a place where you can come and go as you please?"

In fact, in Malu's heart, she still didn't believe that the prince was willing to give up his throne.

The prince smiled bitterly: "You don't want to give birth to a child for me... If you can give birth to a child for me, when I inherit the throne in the future, I will abdicate the throne to him, and then I can abdicate and travel freely from then on."

To be honest, Malu's heart was actually a little moved at that moment.

However, she quickly came to her senses and said with a puzzled look on her face: "Does it have to be our child? Wouldn't it be the same if the Fourth Prince or your other children inherited the throne? Anyway, you have already planned to give up the throne, so why are you so obsessed with bloodline?"

The prince shook his head, his eyes revealing a trace of cruel calmness: "Don't you understand yet? If it weren't for our bloodline that inherited the throne, no matter who ascended the throne in the future, they would definitely kill me to eliminate all future troubles. Only our children can make me feel at ease to hand over this country to them, ensuring that we can have a stable life for the rest of our lives."

Malu listened to the prince's words quietly, feeling mixed emotions.

What the prince said was true. The struggle for power was always bloody and did not allow for any warmth or mercy.

However, deep in her heart, there was a small voice that kept echoing: She... could she really trust the prince without reservation?

People's hearts are unpredictable, and today's sweet words may turn into nothing tomorrow. But she couldn't resist the deep affection and persistence in the prince's eyes, and she was even more afraid that the prince would regret what he had lost.

If he regrets it later, he will only blame himself!

After a moment of silence, Malu slowly stretched out his arms, gently embraced the prince, leaned his head on his strong shoulders, and asked him in a low voice: "What if I...what if your wife and I both give birth to a child for you? At that time, will you...will you betray me?"

The prince's voice rang in her ears: "You are my wife. Have you forgotten? You have worn my wedding dress."

A tear fell from the corner of Malu's eye, but she didn't bother to wipe it off, so she could only smile with tears in her eyes: "Slippery tongue, I'm talking about your Crown Princess, the Crown Princess who will enter through the main gate of the Forbidden City."

The prince lowered his head slightly and gently kissed away the tears from Malu's eyes: "Don't worry, I have made up my mind. When I ascend the throne, I will follow the example of my father and leave the position of queen vacant forever. In my heart, you are my only wife, and no one can replace you."