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

"Return to Changxin Palace."

He Yue no longer had the intention of leaving the palace and just wanted to go back to Changxin Palace to relax.

Emperor Jingmu made no secret of his dislike for her, and his cold eyes were creepy.

"Yes, Crown Princess!" Xiao Nuan helped He Yue get on the sedan chair, and the Crown Princess's procession turned around and headed back.

He Yue supported her face with her hands, her thick and long eyelashes drooped slightly, and her face showed no emotion. No one would feel comfortable if being disdained.

At the other end of the palace road, Consort Mei and two of her personal palace maids were watching the Crown Princess's procession.

Mei Zhaoyi stood under a tree, staring at He Yue's face intently, "Do you think that Crown Princess He relied on that face to hold the Crown Prince tightly?"

She spent most of her time in Guangming Palace and seldom came out. Including this time, she had only met Crown Princess He twice, and each time she was amazed by He's face.

The distant autumn eyes are as pure and clear as spring flowers, gorgeous but without the appearance of flowers and willows.

She rolled her eyes and looked directly at the palace maid on her left. The palace maid did not dare to look into Mei Zhaoyi's strange eyes and lowered her head even more, "I don't know!"

Is Mei Zhaoyi crazy to ask such a question to her? The maid was confused and terrified. She was sent by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be by Mei Zhaoyi's side. Such words must be passed on to Guan Gonggong, and then to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

Mei Zhaoyi raised her sleeve to cover her lips and laughed out loud. Her shoulders trembled, causing the strange beads around her neck to sway. "If you want to pass on the message, just pass it on. I just want to go see His Highness."

Her attitude towards His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has completely changed. A person who has been learning to play tricks since childhood has met a truly supernatural person. She feels a sense of fear, but more of a mad desire to worship him!

How did His Royal Highness know about the future? It's really exciting!

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Not long after He Yue returned to Changxin Palace, Ning Rushong rushed back, wearing the prince's dragon robe. It was obvious that he had hurried back after receiving the news, and the palace servant who had informed him was following behind him.

All the palace servants retreated to the palace gate and stood guard. He Yue placed her hand on Ning Rushong's outstretched palm, letting him hold it, and then held her in his arms.

The slender fingers rested on his wrist bone, and the bright red nail polish set off his pale complexion, making him look particularly charming and graceful.

She has recently taken a liking to tinting her nails. It turns out that there is a lot of knowledge involved in using Impatiens to dye her nails red. If the degree is controlled well, several shades of red can be produced.

She also tried wearing armor. It looked really good, but it was too inconvenient. Xiaohong said that she would get used to it after wearing it for a while, but He Yue only showed interest in it for two days before giving up.

The Crown Prince, who usually kept quiet in front of outsiders, seemed to have changed into a different person. "Yueyue, did your father give you a hard time? What did he say? Did he punish you by asking you to kneel?"

The more he spoke, the more serious he seemed. His thick black eyebrows knitted together and his handsome face looked a little gloomy.

Dresses were too thick in winter, so he lifted the hem of He Yue's dress and placed his hands on her knees, gently covering them without any affection.

Maybe because he arrived in a hurry, his palms were warmer than ever and more comfortable than a hot water bottle. He Yue shivered slightly in comfort but did not struggle.

"The words aren't the most important thing. You're just using my widow status to mock me." He Yue sighed, resting her head on his chest. "It's not that I'm being forced to kneel down, but the tone of disgust in your voice gives me a chill."

"I can't figure it out. Why does His Majesty dislike me even more than the Empress?" He Yue half-straightened up in his arms, staring at Ning Rushong without blinking, with a confused tone, "Does he feel that my identity as a widow has blasphemed your royal dignity?"

"Or is it just because my name is the same as that of the Royal Concubine of Yue?" He Yue was so sharp and intelligent that after just a few meetings, she could sense the subtle feelings that Emperor Jingmu had for her.

He hated He Yue, not just because he hated her as a person, but rather he felt an inexplicable anger towards her.

Ning Rusong covered her knees with her hands while replying to her, mentioning Emperor Jingmu's tone was somewhat emotionless, "Father will not care who I marry. It can only be like what Yueyue said, because of the Royal Concubine Yue."

I have to ask Mei Zhaoyi to speed up, he thought coldly.

"Unexpected disaster, unprovoked disaster..." He Yue muttered a few words dejectedly, lowered her head and buried it in Ning Rushong's shoulders and neck. She sniffed some incense on his collar, which was a very elegant and clear scent.

She was secretly complaining in her heart, thinking that Emperor Jingmu was really not an upright person. She and the Royal Concubine Yue had nothing in common, but she was spreading malice just because of a homophonic word. It was absurd and ridiculous!

If you like it so much, and love it so much, why don’t you tattoo the word "Yue" on your hand? If you think about it, just take a look at it, and don’t involve others!

Ning Rushong warmed He Yue's knees with his hands and took them out, then hugged her quietly, with a cold expression on his face where she couldn't see.

He Yue was not a person who would worry too much. After taking a deep breath, she immediately felt at ease and no longer thought about the troubles concerning Emperor Jingmu.

"It's done. With Chi Jue coming back to comfort me, my heart suddenly feels warm." He Yue looked up with a smile. Her mouth was very sweet, and there was not a trace of sadness between her eyebrows. Her smile was like a spring breeze blowing across the pistil of a flower, bringing a carefree and fresh feeling.