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The palace maids in Changxin Palace placed a comfortable beauty couch by the window of the warm room according to the Crown Princess's habit. After dinner in the evening, He Yue leaned on the couch and embroidered a handkerchief.

Moer was sitting on the ground sorting out the wires, leaning her body without any respect for hierarchy. Xiao Taozi was temporarily sent by He Yue to serve in the outer room. The master's orders did not require any reasons, and Xiao Taozi did as she was told without any objection.

He put his hands on the edge of the couch, raised his eyes boredly to look at He Yue's extremely beautiful face, clicked his tongue, stood up and approached, "He Yue, I have to say, your beauty is truly unique in the world."

The eyebrows, eyes and facial features were all as if carefully drawn by the best painter, with a graceful bone structure and a clear and elegant temperament.

In the past, Moer had to abide by ridiculous rules and keep her head down, but now that there are only him and He Yue in the warm room, she naturally becomes unscrupulous.

He Yue didn't even raise her head to look back at him, "Mo'er is also beautiful and charming."

"Hey!" Moer raised her eyebrows and said defensively, "This is a disguise. My real appearance is tall and handsome, no worse than the crown prince of your Dayun Dynasty."

Although the Crown Prince of Dayun Dynasty was extremely handsome and elegant, his demeanor was so dignified and awe-inspiring that people dared not look directly at him and were simply in awe of him.

He Yue rested her slender fingers on the embroidery shed and glanced down at him. Just as she was about to say something, she found that he suddenly knelt upright, carefully organizing the embroidery threads.

"Creak." The door of the warm room opened and Ning Rushong walked in slowly from outside.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Moer saluted loudly, her attitude so respectful and sincere.

He Yue's fingers moved slightly, and she couldn't help but smile. Mo'er was really completely different from the assassin image she had at the beginning.

Ning Rushong waved his hand, and Moer tactfully stood up and left. When you are under someone's roof, it's okay to bend down a little. This is his true nature of being able to bend and stretch!

He Yue was hugged on Ning Rushong's legs, with her smoky purple skirt spread on his knees.

He took the embroidery frame from He Yue's hand, brushed the shapeless crane with his fingertips, and asked, "You're feeling better now, why don't you take a rest?"

"I have slept enough these past two days." He Yue closed the embroidery pattern on the table and replied softly, "Besides, it doesn't take much effort to embroider a handkerchief for Your Highness."

A handkerchief that is not embroidered with care will certainly not require much thought.

"Why are you embroidering a handkerchief but not a waist belt?" Ning Rushong asked her in a gentle voice. He gently pinched He Yue's waist and pulled her towards him. In an instant, the two of them were closer together, leaving no room for any space.

The waistband has a special meaning to Ning Rushong. It represents He Yue's willingness. Once she was unwilling to embroider the waistband for him, and he let her go in anger. Later, he took her back, and after a while she was willing to embroider the waistband for him gracefully.

What belongs to him can never be taken away by anyone, including the waist belt, and even more so by He Yue.

What Bai Huixian was thinking made some sense. Ning Rushong was born into a royal family, the legitimate son of Empress He and Emperor Jingmu. If others would not give him what he wanted, he would take it away, acting recklessly and cruelly.

The prince has a very strong personality, and because he doesn't need to give in to anyone, no one dares to dislike him in public.

He Yue was stunned for a moment, and the words Ning Rushong had said at Feng Mansion lingered in her mind.

"Why are you embroidering a waistband? Are you going to burn it for your late husband on the anniversary of his death?"

"Are you worried that he will be disgraced in the afterlife? Or is it because he died disgracefully and you want to make amends for him?"

Her heart felt heavy, and she leaned her face against Ning Rusong's chest, the pearls and jade on her temples swaying, and her hands gently grasped his collar, "I can't embroider the waistband well, I hate it, and I don't want to embroider it anymore. A handkerchief is simpler and easier to embroider."

The jade bracelet on He Yue's wrist made her wrist look delicate and white. Ning Rusong took her hand and stroked the skin on her wrist. "If Yueyue hates embroidered waist belts, then I won't embroider them. Just follow Yueyue's wishes."

After all, as long as she is willing to embroider, it doesn't matter whether it is a waist belt or a handkerchief.

Ning Rusong moved his hand up and touched the jade bracelet. He stopped his gaze on it. The quality of this jade bracelet was average. He had never seen it before. He said indifferently, "This jade bracelet is not good."

"It's just that we like each other." He Yue calmly withdrew his hand.

After she said this, Ning Rusong stopped asking questions and just hugged her. He raised his hand to touch her forehead. She didn't have a fever. He leaned over and said slowly, "Yueyue, take another dose of medicine before going to bed. You will be well in a few days. I will take you to the palace."

Ning Rushong coaxed her in a gentle voice as if he was coaxing a child, and his hand gently stroked He Yue's leg.

Outside the warm room, a young eunuch was holding a suicide letter in his hand. He hesitated whether he should report it or not. Pan Chenghui of the He Pavilion had hanged himself to death. His body was still in the main hall of the He Pavilion and no one dared to move it.

As the prince's concubine, Pan Chenghui committed suicide by hanging, which was a serious crime. Whether she should be buried according to Chenghui's specifications or buried hastily as a criminal was to be decided by the prince and the princess together.

Seeing his expression, Xiao Guanzi pulled him aside and said in a low voice, "Fool, dead Pan Chenghui is no match for the Crown Princess. If you go in and disturb her now, you might be punished by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. You'd better wait outside."

The young eunuch nodded and thanked Guanzi gratefully, "Thank you, Eunuch Guan."