As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

"Scared?"

The prince's tone was indifferent, but he was asking about the woman in a serious manner.

"Your Highness, Miss He was indeed frightened." Guard Zhang described in detail what happened in the pavilion today.

Guard Zhang was able to glimpse some meaning from the Crown Prince's cold expression, and he added, "It's not that Madam Feng did it on purpose. This kind of thing is common, and it just happened to happen."

Such a small matter was like a stone falling into the sea in the back house, without causing any ripples.

Ning Rusong looked calm and composed, with a cold and noble face, "Tell Feng Guan's wife to be careful."

What should I pay attention to? It's just telling her not to put such dirty things in front of Miss He. Guard Zhang was shocked and said, "Yes!"

But aren't there so many such things? If Miss He really entered the East Palace, the women there would be like wolves and tigers, and they would be able to tear her apart easily.

But that's not necessarily the case. It all depends on whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is willing to protect her. Now it seems that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince does have some true feelings for her.

I don't know how long it will last.

Guard Zhang thought for a moment and spoke again, "I heard from Madam Feng that Miss He has been practicing embroidery recently and wants to embroider a waistcoat with a nice pattern."

"Waistband." Ning Rusong put down the letter in his hand and spoke in a softer tone, "Has she thought it through?"

"It should be." Guard Zhang was afraid that things might change, so he didn't dare to say anything too absolutely.

How many women in this world can remain unmoved in the face of enormous wealth and fame? Even if there are, how many of them can withstand the threat of imperial power? There is only one ending, it's just a matter of voluntary or forced.

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Dusk falls and the moon sets behind the treetops.

He Yue half-leaned lazily on the couch with her eyes closed. Xiao Xing brought a waist pillow and placed it behind her waist to make her more comfortable.

Her cheeks were flushed, she looked naturally delicate, and some beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Xiao Xing took the fan from Zi Yue's hand and fanned her gently.

Xiao Xing turned to Zi Yue and ordered, "Go to the kitchen and bring a bowl of hangover soup. Wait for the girl to drink it after she wakes up, otherwise she will have a headache from the alcohol."

"Yes!" Xiao Xing had a higher status, so Zi Yue naturally obeyed her.

At this time, the bead curtain outside was lifted, making a slight sound.

"Who is unruly? Don't you know if the girl is asleep? And you don't even lower your voice." Xiao Xing scolded softly.

But when he turned around, he saw the prince standing in front of the door, his figure as straight as a pine tree and his aura as deep as the sea.

Xiao Xing immediately knelt on the ground, her face pale and terrified, her words trembling, "Your servant pays respect to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The ink-black robe with gold weave passed by Xiao Xing's eyes. Xiao Xing did not dare to look up, but she knew that the prince was standing in front of Miss He's bed.

It was already late at night, and a man entered the woman's room like this. However, no one dared to question the prince's behavior, unless they did not want to be killed.

"She's been drinking." Ning Rushong looked at He Yue's beautiful face steadily and stretched out his hand.

Her face was small and delicate, and she leaned on his palm, almost covering half of her face.

The sound of shallow breathing reminded Ning Rushong of the way to Tongzhou. Every night she leaned in his arms and liked to bury her face in his shoulders and neck.

Ning Rushong moved his fingers slightly, and the warm and moist touch seemed to bring him back to those nights in an instant, and he actually missed them a little.

A thought suddenly popped up in Ning Rushong's mind: it would be nice if future nights were like that.

Xiao Xing on the other end of the line replied hastily, her voice filled with fear of the prince, "Today, new wine has arrived at the mansion, and according to the custom, there are two jugs of wine in Lan Pavilion. The young lady drank two cups, just for the taste."

Through the gap, she caught a glimpse of Miss He's green skirt falling from the couch. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was too close, and his black robe just covered it.

"He is a man who cannot tolerate alcohol. He is like this after two glasses of wine." The prince's voice was indistinguishable from any emotion, but it no longer had the terrifying pressure of the past. "Get out."

"I'll take my leave." Xiao Xing walked out of the house quickly as if she had escaped from a desperate situation.

But Xiao Xing didn't dare to go far and just waited outside the house.

At this time, Ziyue happened to be carrying a bowl of hangover soup. Just as she was about to enter the house, Xiaoxing called her back. She lowered her voice and said, "The Crown Prince is inside."

"Ah..." Ziyue's eyes widened in disbelief. Her hands holding the bowl trembled a few times. She repeated in a daze, "The Crown Prince is inside."

Why is the prince here? It's so late at night and the girl is drunk.

It was a little hot in the room without anyone fanning the room. He Yue opened her eyes in a daze and saw that bright and clear face.

"A handsome man." He looks a bit like that bastard.

He Yue was still drunk. She straightened up and touched Ning Rushong's face with her delicate hands. She gradually leaned closer, and her sparkling eyes looked straight into those dark and cold eyes.

Ning Rushong lowered his head slightly, and He Yue's soft lips just pressed against his thin lips, so soft that they seemed to melt between his lips and teeth.

Ning Rushong held the woman's powdered fingers in his hand. She lost her support and finally fell into his arms, staggering.

He Yue turned her face away slightly, warmth brushed across his cheek, her voice still confused, "Don't kiss me, I can't afford your money."

A face like this must be extremely expensive, she couldn't afford it.

Ning Rushong let out a laugh, "I've never seen anyone who loves money more than you."

"Have you considered the choice I gave you in the past three days?" Ning Rusong leaned down slightly to be in the same line of sight with her on the couch. His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his voice was smooth, "Follow me, and I will definitely not let you down."

Ning Rushong put down the complicated and heavy tasks in his hands and came to Lan Pavilion involuntarily. Only then did he understand why. He came to confirm her belonging. He was a little anxious.

He Yue's mind became more clear after being asked. The person in front of her was the prince, a scumbag who wanted to take her as his concubine.

Having to think of a way to refuse tactfully, He Yue withdrew her hand from his palm and left his arms.

He Yue stroked her forehead with one hand, half leaning against the back of the couch, with tears in her eyes, "You must be an excellent husband."

Her voice became a little softer, and Ning Rushong moved closer, as if he was completely restraining her on the small couch.

"But I can't forget my late husband."

Ning Rushong suddenly felt his blood surging violently and his head started to hurt.

He didn't want to hear this, and he didn't come here to hear this.

The word "late husband" was once again uttered by the woman in front of him.

Ning Rushong felt that these two words were unreasonably harsh!