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

In the inner hall of the Biyuan, the gilded incense burner slowly emitted water-sinking incense, and the white porcelain cups and bowls that were the tribute to the emperor broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

The more furious Ning Rushong became, the calmer his face became. Only his raised eyes could not conceal the frightening coldness that revealed itself.

How could He Yue answer? She didn't want to get pregnant, and she didn't want to bear Ning Rusong's child!

But the situation was pressing and she felt timid. She could only hold Ning Rusong's wrist, move her lips, and say something against her will, "I am willing."

He Yue was in a state of confusion. She didn't dare to look Ning Rushong in the face. Her eyelashes trembled and her eyes were slightly closed. This was the behavior of a coward, and she was now an absolute coward.

Ning Rusong slowly lifted up He Yue's beautiful face and looked around. He asked calmly, "What do you want? Yueyue, you have to explain clearly. I don't understand."

The lies were too obvious, like a ghost exposed to the sun, and they were all exposed. Almost every movement and every breath of He Yue spoke of insincerity. Her amazing acting skills in the past seemed to disappear in an instant.

He Yue knelt down, straightened her thin and weak back, her black hair falling down her shoulders and neck. She tried her best to calm her complicated and bitter heart, and said with a gentle smile, "I am willing to bear a child for Your Highness."

She raised her eyes, and there was a layer of mist in her willow-leaf eyes, as if she was frightened by Ning Rusong's coldness. "Your Highness, please don't treat me like this. I am really scared."

Ning Rushong said nothing, his cold and handsome face still showed no expression, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

He held He Yue's face with his bony hands and looked at her fear and panic with cold eyes. She seemed to be held firmly in his palms, and everything was controlled by him.

But this is just an appearance after all. He Yue is a living person, not a cold and stiff object. Even if he gets her, she will appear to be submissive and obedient, but in fact, she is not softened at all. Just like how she treats the palace maids in Biyuan, she seems kind and gentle, but in her heart she is indifferent and cold.

"Afraid?" Ning Rusong finally released the hand that was clamping her face, and said in a cold voice, "Yueyue, it seems that you have only had this kind of emotion towards me."

What he said was very right. He Yue suddenly froze. Ever since Prince Ning Rushong's identity was revealed to He Yue, the greatest emotion she had towards him was fear, awe, and terror.

He Yue shook her head. She took Ning Rusong's hand with her slender hand and placed it on her soft abdomen. She raised her watery eyes and looked at him. "I just broke a bowl in shock this afternoon. It was not because I was unwilling."

Ning Rushong felt the warmth on the back of his hand and the softness on the palm of his hand, and for a moment he thought that if He Yue was really pregnant, there would be a child of two in the soft belly under his palm.

Offspring are the inheritance of bloodline and are particularly important in the royal family, but Ning Rushong doesn't care at all, and doesn't even understand why some parents are willing to give up everything for their children.

He was born into a royal family where blood relatives killed each other, and grew up in the He family, who respected and followed him. Both of them had half the same blood as him, but neither of them gave him even a little bit of so-called family affection.

Seeing that his expression had relaxed, He Yue raised her arms and put them around Ning Rusong's neck, burying herself in his arms, her voice faintly aggrieved, "I was just a rural merchant before, and the most distinguished person I met was a seventh-rank county magistrate, but you are His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, how can I not be afraid?"

She shrugged her shoulders, spoke softly, and held him in her arms, looking completely dependent on him.

Ning Rushong lifted his thin eyelids and put his arm around He Yue's waist. His originally angry mood seemed to subside all of a sudden. It was too strange. The control of his mind was no longer in his hands.

He Yue is a steel knife that scrapes bones and a bottle of poison that penetrates the intestines. Ning Rushong will eventually bend his back and be seriously poisoned.

"Yueyue, you can't just be afraid of me." Ning Rusong finally slowed down his tone, exerted force with his hands, and pressed He Yue's body towards him, "I am your husband, you should understand."

At this moment, Ning Rushong seemed to have forgotten that he used to just hope that He Yue could stay in the East Palace obediently. It is human nature to want more after getting something, and he is no exception.

He Yue understood that she could get through this crisis by just saying some nice words. She rested her delicate chin on Ning Rushong's shoulder and looked at the white jade brick floor.

"I understand." He Yue's eyes were full of fatigue, but her tone was sincere and honest, "Your Highness, you have to give me some time. After all, I don't mind spending more time, right?"

She said word by word, "Your Highness and I will spend the rest of our lives together, and my love for Your Highness will grow stronger day by day."

Ning Rusong stroked He Yue's back quietly and said, "Okay."