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

In the quiet and elegant warm room, the agarwood was burning slowly, with wisps of smoke rising upwards.

Moer was kneeling on the ground holding the cat in her arms, lost in long thought, completely unaware that Xiao Taozi had silently left the warm room.

It was not until Moer suddenly smelled a hint of blood that she came to her senses. She looked up and saw a tall, elegant figure in front of the low couch, wearing a dark brocade robe with embroidered patterns.

Even a simple figure can make others feel the awe-inspiring power of holding the power of life and death, and the awe-inspiring sense of being above millions of people.

The prince of Dayun Dynasty had obviously taken a bath, presumably to remove the smell of blood, but Mo'er was still certain that he must have killed many people in just half a day for the smell to linger for so long.

He Yue leaned against the stained glass window without opening her eyes. Her face, as bright as the spring moon, was pressed against her soft arms. The gorgeous tassels on her temples swayed slightly, reflecting weak light and shadows.

"Yueyue." Ning Rushong called her softly, and when she didn't respond, he leaned down and held her in his arms, stroking her back lovingly with his hands and resting his chin on her right shoulder. Both of them had extraordinary looks, and at this moment, they seemed like two lonely flying cranes embracing each other.

Moer stood up stiffly holding Xiaoliu and tried to slip away, but Xiao Taozi, that two-faced guy, didn't even give her a friendly reminder!

He has always been somewhat intimidated by the Crown Prince of Dayun Dynasty, mainly because he is too scheming and too ruthless.

The Lan Kingdom was vulnerable to a blow from the Dayun Dynasty and chose to become a vassal. He was also defeated in front of the Crown Prince of the Dayun Dynasty and had no choice but to retreat.

"What an unruly thing." Ning Rushong lifted his cold eyelids and looked at Moli.

He was so slow and timid that he even dared to be absent-minded while serving his master.

With her soft hands on Ning Rusong's chest, He Yue opened her eyes and said lightly, "It's Mo'er's first day on duty, what rules can there be? Fortunately, her attitude is respectful and her temperament is friendly. I like her."

She waved her hand to signal Moer to go out. Her words now became more and more polite and reserved, and her mood became more and more anxious and depressed, forming a huge extreme, and her face and inner self were almost torn apart.

The bastard Ning Rusong! She cursed him in her heart, but it was not really a case of venting her anger on him, because the root of everything was him.

Moer bowed respectfully and retreated, but her mind turned to other things. She realized that He had not fallen asleep just now, and she looked very tired.

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In the bedroom, He Yue lay in Ning Rushong's arms, half asleep with her eyes closed.

"Yueyue, please bear a child for me." Ning Rushong moved his palm down, feeling the softness under his palm through the thin nightgown.

A major event happened today. The Pan family was involved in a conspiracy case of treason in the previous dynasty. Those in power were all imprisoned. When the nest is overturned, no one is left unharmed. Hundreds or even thousands of lives were lost. A large group of civil officials who were protected by the Pan family died in front of the pillars of the Golden Palace.

The noble families could not easily move, they had been rooted in the Dayun Dynasty for a long time, held the power for generations, and enjoyed the privilege of not being able to search without evidence. This search was initiated by Princess Yuanhe, Ning Rusong's half-sister. She was the second wife of the head of the Pan family, and this morning she brought evidence to sue the head of the Pan family for favoring his concubine and killing his wife.

Although Yuanhe's biological mother was only a lowly talent, she was still a princess. The Ministry of Justice immediately sent people to search and "took advantage of the opportunity" to find evidence of the Pan family's rebellion.

The concubine and wife in the story of favoring the concubine and destroying the wife are just victims of the struggle for power. They only play the role of a "cause". Yuanhe used his marriage and five years of life to exchange for an opportunity to destroy the Pan family, and the concubine had actually been out of favor for a long time.

A man’s favor is too fleeting. The concubine was once held in the heart of the man in charge of the Pan family and enjoyed great glory, but in the blink of an eye, her favor was ruthlessly gone. Fortunately, she gave birth to a bastard son, and was able to live safely in the backyard.

Ning Rusong put her hand around He Yue's waist and repeated without any flirtatious tone, "Yueyue, have a baby."

People's hearts are fickle. Ning Rushong does not believe that he can continue to pamper He Yue all the time at this moment. The secret affairs in the backyard of the East Palace are treacherous and cruel. He is almost afraid that he will no longer protect her in the future. How should she survive?

He could only keep adding to He Yue's favor. He was now thankful that he had given her the position of Crown Princess. If she gave birth to a child, it would be a legitimate son or daughter, which would ensure her a prosperous life for the rest of her life.

After thinking about it thousands of times, he never thought of letting He Yue leave. Once you marry into the royal family, you are a royal woman. This truth is cruel but true.

"Your Highness, it depends on fate." He Yue raised her hand and stroked Ning Rushong's hair.

I really hope this doesn't happen.

He Yue slightly arched her waist, Ning Rushong put his arm around her waist, she raised her arms to hug his neck, her face turned cold where he couldn't see, there was only deep fatigue and boredom on her beautiful and elegant face.

Damn it! She had to think of a way. She didn't want to get pregnant. That wasn't a child. It was a shackle, a fetter, proof of her powerlessness.