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

"How will you punish me?" He Yue raised her eyes, and there was a clarity in her willow-leaf eyes that was detached from the world.

She asked another question, and Ning Rushong said in a clear voice, "It's over. Let's not talk about the past anymore."

In fact, the overwhelming anger had subsided the moment he actually saw He Yue.

Ning Rushong held her hand with the red string around it, and her slender white fingers were held in his palm. He lowered his eyes, exerted slight force with his hand, and their hands came together.

With a slight push, He Yue fell into his arms without any escape, surrounded by the medicinal scent that she disliked. She heard Ning Rusong's calm voice, "You can't do this."

It can't be like a white jade ornament that will never show any temperature.

What can't be done? He Yue Shuya's eyebrows slightly frowned. She was about to ask a question when Ning Rusong leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Their breaths intertwined. She hadn't experienced lust for too long and pushed him away uncomfortably. Her waist was easily held.

There was a hint of tears in his eyes, and a sudden anger between his brows, and he suddenly became lively.

She was laid on a couch covered with a velvet carpet. Her hair was already messy, her hairpin was half out, and her clothes, which were loose for sleeping comfortably, were slightly opened. A natural blush appeared on her face. Ning Rushong buried his head in her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed him away. Her voice was no longer clear and calm.

"This is the Feng Mansion, don't stay here!"

She absolutely didn't want to make love in broad daylight in someone else's house and then have the messy bed cleaned by a maid she didn't know!

"Well, not here." Ning Rushong stopped his actions as if he had achieved his goal, and gently and slowly held her in his arms, then reached out to push the hairpin back.

He moved slowly and He Yue suddenly felt resentful. Ever since they met in Lijia Village, she had always been controlled by him.

So when Ning Rushong stretched out his hand, she bit his wrist bone without using any strength, breaking the skin and biting into the flesh, and blood dripped onto the ground.

Ning Rushong let her do it as if he didn't feel any pain. After an unknown amount of time, He Yue finally let go of her mouth. His wrist was already bloody, but he used his other intact hand to take the teacup on the table, "The smell of blood is not good, rinse your mouth."

She can vent her anger and lose her temper as she pleases, at least she has a place to vent her emotions.

"Sorry." He Yue was stunned for a moment, slowly took the teacup, rinsed his mouth first, and then wiped his blood-stained face with a handkerchief.

I feel regretful and don't want to apologize. I spoke too quickly!

She regained her composure, as if the presumptuous behavior just now was not hers.

In fact, if you look closely, He Yue can be considered a soft-hearted person, except for Ning Rushong.

Even though many people now don't associate the word soft-hearted with her, the servants of the Duan family are terrified by her inhumanity, Duan Chuanhe and Duan Zan are more respectful, but also look up to her with a bit of fear. And Xiao Taozi will no longer think that He Yue is a kind person, that is just indifference when not offended.

Ning Rusong's hand dropped naturally, and the wide sleeves covered the wound on his wrist. There was no trace of pain on Junhua's face. "Nothing."

On the contrary, Ning Rushong, a heartless and cold-hearted man, is so soft-hearted towards He Yue that he indulges her completely.

Finally, Ning Rushong went to another room and asked Doctor Lou to bandage the wound on his wrist.

Doctor Lou broke out in a cold sweat as he looked at the bloody teeth marks on his wrist. Who could have done this? Of course it could only be the Queen!

Doctor Lou was shocked by the Queen's audacity, but on second thought, since the Queen even dared to fake her death and leave the palace, it didn't seem surprising that she would bite His Majesty.

After the wound on the wrist was bandaged, Doctor Lou immediately bowed and left with the medicine box.

Guard Zhang was reporting the task Ning Rusong had assigned him. "Your Majesty, we have checked and found that the Empress's name was indeed recorded in the Duan family tree five years ago. It cannot be false."

"When I met Yueyue in Lijia Village, Yueyue didn't look like someone who had been in the Duan family." Ning Rushong stroked his wrapped wrists with his fingers, his eyelids drooped, and his voice was firm.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Yueyue at that time had never learned any rules or etiquette. He was too suspicious and would not feel at ease until he checked anything he encountered that was unreasonable.

"The head of the Duan family once traveled far and wide, and his name was forcibly recorded in the family tree before his death. The Duan family had never seen the Queen before, but they did leave behind a scroll." Guard Zhang unfolded the scroll in his hand.

This scroll was presented to him by the elder of the Duan family when he was investigating.

The painting shows a younger empress, who looks to be only about eighteen years old. She is sitting on a chair, her face supported by her hands, her eyes curved with a smile, and she is gorgeous and beautiful like a bud that is about to bloom, with the shyness that is unique to a young girl.

A painting often reflects the painter's mood. This painting reveals a deep love. Every detail and every strand of hair are filled with the painter's affection.

Ning Rushong raised his hand to touch her, but in the end it just hovered in mid-air. His tone slowed down, with some hidden unwillingness. He had never seen He Yue like this. He had never had the chance before, and there would be no chance in the future.

"Put it away and take it back to the palace." Ning Rusong still did not touch him, his voice calm, "There is no need to investigate the matter between Yueyue and Duan Qidai any further, this is enough."

He didn't want to hear any more news. He Yue and Duan Qidai were like a pair of star-crossed mandarin ducks. After deep love, they were separated by death, and were irreversibly sublimated in the engraving of time. He was like a vicious hunter who forcibly captured the mandarin ducks' wings. After all, he was not a good character.

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The stained glass windows were open, and the sunlight filtered through, leaving behind a brilliant halo.

He Yue stood there with an embroiderer measuring her size. She was taken away from the Duan family by Ning Rushong in a hurry and she didn't bring any spare clothes with her. It was too late for her to make new clothes. She could only modify the ready-made clothes for people to choose according to the size. It was very quick and could be done in half a day at most.

Not only the clothes, but also some of her important belongings were still left in the Duan family. Ning Rushong said that he had asked Xiao Guanzi to send someone to get them, and it would take some time to catch up with their schedule.

"My lord, it has been measured." The embroiderer said tremblingly.

The maid sent by the Feng family helped He Yue sit down. Xiao Guanzi knew that Xiao Taozi was not liked by He Yue, so she sent her somewhere else temporarily.

The embroiderer was a young woman. Her hair was not tied up very neatly, and she pinned a gold hairpin of fairly good workmanship on it.

It's easy to tell that the embroiderer must have just gotten married. Her whole body exudes joy and sometimes when she's nervous she'll subconsciously hold her gold hairpin to show her love and care for it.

"Did you just get married?" He Yue asked casually.

The embroiderer did not dare to look up at He Yue, feeling shy as a new wife. "My Lord, yes, I got married a month ago."

She was obviously nervous and afraid, but she still showed tenderness when she mentioned her husband, "My husband is a blacksmith, his name is Fan Yuan."