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

He Yue in the room was deflated and didn't want to argue anymore.

She stopped talking and leaned on the couch, her hand still in Ning Rushong's palm.

Ning Rushong is always like this, he likes to say things that seem to be true but are not. When he says these words, he is not trying to make He Yue understand anything, but he has already made a final conclusion. He is such a dogmatic person, and his willful temperament is almost impossible to change.

"Are you still injured?" Ning Rushong asked, looking at her with his dark eyes.

All the words he had said before were forgotten, as if he had just mentioned it casually.

"That's all." He Yue withdrew her hand coldly. She was not a piece of clay and still had some temper.

She has never been a docile person and has a hot temper, but she is controlled by others and only puts on a gentle appearance.

Suddenly Ning Rushong bent down, hugged He Yue's waist and legs, and then picked her up.

He hardly used any strength and He Yue was hanging in the air.

He Yue was so shocked that she grabbed his firm arm with her hands, and her soft white fingers wrinkled the black sleeves. What was he doing? !

Ning Rushong carried He Yue into the bedroom and put her on the bed without saying a word.

He Yue almost immediately thought of the romantic affair in bed and quickly backed away.

How could this person be like this? How shameless in broad daylight!

Her slender and beautiful willow-leaf eyes were wide open, and her face was flushed red. It was easy to see the anger on her face, but Ning Rushong found it very pitiful.

Compassion and the desire to destroy often appear at the same time, because compassion arises from the desire to destroy.

"What are you thinking about?" Ning Rushong smiled slightly, his sharp eyebrows softened, highlighting his good looks.

But He Yue knew from the first moment she saw Ning Rushong that he was a bad guy with a poisonous heart. Anyone who truly believed in his noble and elegant appearance would soon die from internal decay.

He Yue didn't reply. She lowered her eyelids and stared at the intricate patterns on the quilt, with a lingering resentment in her heart.

Ning Rushong didn't ask any more questions. His slender, jade-white fingers untied the tender green tie around He Yue's waist. His movements were very gentle and slow. He first hooked his fingers in and then pulled them out.

He Yue suddenly supported herself on the bed with her hands and tried to struggle, but a strong hand pressed on the middle of her waist and back as expected, and slowly pressed down. She was easily suppressed, and her dress fell apart.

"I'm not that lustful." Ning Rusong's eyes were dark, and his hands were moving at the same speed. "I just want to check if you have any injuries."

What he said sounded righteous, and his hands were not overly intimate. He Yue knew she couldn't resist, so she just lay there and let him do what he wanted.

His fingers were very cold, and He Yue shivered from time to time, and finally the coldness stopped at her waist.

"It looks like it was pinched out." Ning Rushong's voice was unspeakably calm.

His hand stopped there and didn't move again. Then he held her waist and said, "Say something. Don't be so angry."

He Yue had her back to Ning Rushong and couldn't see his expression clearly. Her beautiful shoulder blades trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings that couldn't escape.

"Please have pity on me." He Yue uttered this sentence after a long while, her voice trembling, "You are always so terrible, I will never be able to figure out your thoughts."

Ning Rushong was stunned for a moment, turned her over, and found that she was crying, with tears flowing down and dripping onto the quilt.

Her pretty little face was so pink and white from crying that her face became a mess. She always had a way of making people pity her and indulge her. It seemed like this was an innate ability of hers.

Ning Rushong covered her body with a quilt and lowered her voice a little, "You don't need to figure it out, just listen."

There are many people who are trying to figure out his thoughts, and He Yue is not the only one. She just needs to be obedient.

He Yue rarely took the initiative to put her arms around Ning Rushong's neck, buried her face in his chest, and continued to sob, her body trembling slightly.

"What does it mean to be obedient?" She asked back in a dissatisfied tone, but she was sobbing, which was unbearable.

He Yue didn't wait for Ning Rusong to reply, and continued, "You also said that I can't go to the horse farm alone in the future. I have to wait until you are free."

"But you are always so busy. Am I going to stay in Biyuan bored? I can't leave the palace. I want to go back to Lijia Village, but you won't approve my palace permit. I don't have much freedom."

She tilted her head slightly, and another tear fell on the skin of Ning Rushong's neck, bringing some imperceptible touch.

Ning Rushong lifted her face, wiped away her tears with his fingers, and looked at her red eyes. She was really rude and angry. She always talked about you and me, without caring about hierarchy.

He often wondered if he was too indulgent. No other prince's concubine would be as spoiled as He Yue.

"Yueyue, the Imperial Palace is very big, and the Eastern Palace is also very big. It's bigger than Lijia Village and Min County. Don't always think about going out. It will only add to your troubles."

"You are already the Crown Princess. In fact, you have already obtained the freedom that many people want."

Ning Rusong put his arm around He Yue's thin shoulders and said in a soothing tone, "If I had allowed you to be my concubine, you would have been truly uncomfortable."

His other hand slid down and placed on her knees. His voice was clear and melodious. "You will go to pay respects to the Queen every day. If she wants to make things difficult for you, you will have to kneel down and serve her tea. You can only get up when she tells you to. This is called etiquette."

"If you are the lowest of the low, or even just a maidservant, anyone can ask you to kneel down, and you have to smile and obey. If you make the slightest mistake, they will punish you, with a beating, a whip, a slap in the face, or house arrest. The eunuchs and maids who are only interested in what they do will mistreat you, leaving you without enough food or clothes."

"By then, you won't even think about being at ease. You'll fight tooth and nail for favor, climbing up step by step. When you get the title of Liangyuan, you'll wonder why you're not the first wife. People are always greedy."

Ning Rusong lowered his head slightly and placed a kiss on her red lower eyelid, feeling a wet and salty taste. "You don't want to feel it, Yueyue. I know you never like kneeling, so I usually exempt you from kneeling."

He spoke softly and in a gentle voice, like a husband being considerate to his wife.

His hand was still on He Yue's knee. It seemed that a biting coldness invaded her knee and then spread to her entire leg. She moved her legs uneasily, but the movement was not big, so she did not struggle.

After a while, he removed his hand from her knee, patted her back gently, and coaxed her, "I always have some free time. If you want to go riding, just tell me in advance. If you feel bored, you can go for a stroll in the Imperial Garden or find an opera troupe to sing some songs."

Ning Rushong saw He Yue nodded, so he stroked her back lovingly and curled the corners of his lips in a good mood.

He placed a kiss on He Yue's rosy lips, feeling her warmth. "If you are in a bad mood, ask those concubines to kneel down and serve you tea. You are too kind to them. You should teach them the rules of respect and inferiority."