The Prince Consort's Beloved

Li Yuanrou died of illness.

I woke up again, opened my hazy eyes and looked at everything unfamiliar in front of me.

There is a large bed with carved edges above his head, a large soft brocade quilt covering his body, a mahogany dressing table by the window, an expensive jewelry box on the table, and an octagonal table in the middle of the room.

Oh, I traveled through time...

She was reborn as the second princess of the Dai Viet Kingdom, with the same name as her, Li Yuanrou, and was given the title Princess Shanyang.

Li Yuanrou was filled with contempt in her heart. What a goat princess! This title is really...

unimportant!

As a beauty lover, she drew aside the bed curtain, walked to the dressing table, and carefully examined the face in the mirror.

She has willow-shaped eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, a cherry mouth and a straight nose. Her skin is porcelain white and as smooth as a baby's. Her face can be either salty or sweet.

Well, perfect, she was very satisfied.

With a glance, she looked at the dazzling array of jewelry on the table with wide eyes.

There are all kinds of gold, silver and jade ornaments, all of which are exquisitely crafted and extraordinary.

The strong visual impact made her eyes sparkle, and Li Yuanrou had to endure it with great difficulty without making a sound.

She couldn't help but feel secretly delighted, thinking that it was truly God's mercy.

I suffered enough in my previous life, but as soon as I closed my eyes and opened them again, good days are coming.

The maid guarding the gate heard the noise and pushed the door open.

"Princess, you are finally awake. I will help you get dressed. Let's go and get your husband."

What? Prince Consort?

Li Yuanrou looked at her personal maid, Daya, in astonishment.

"Princess, you forgot again that the imperial edict was issued yesterday. You stabbed your husband the night before, and he returned to his mansion. The ministers in the court filed memorials to impeach you, and His Majesty could no longer bear it."

Li Yuanrou was dumbfounded. She had no such memory.

Seeing that she didn't move, Daya said hurriedly: "Princess, your old illness has come back again. Time is urgent. We should leave quickly. I will tell you on the way."

Li Yuanrou responded woodenly, and then was surrounded by people, dressed up, and set off for the prince consort's mansion.

It turned out that Princess Shanyang was also a sickly person like Li Yuanrou.

However, Princess Shanyang suffered from a strange disease. She would fall into a coma for no reason and forget things when she woke up. Sometimes she would even forget things after waking up from a nap.

This time she was in a coma for more than a month. The royal family was anxious and chose a prince consort for her to wake her up. She actually woke up. However, not long after she woke up, she stabbed the prince consort.

Li Yuanrou also got a general understanding of the basic situation on the way.

The princess was a daughter of the royal family and had a noble status, so her husband had to respect her. However, her husband was extraordinary. He was a wealthy businessman. He sponsored the military pay and disaster relief funds for Dai Viet's successive wars and was well-known.

This is also the reason why the princess, despite being a princess of a country, still condescends to visit in person.

In short, although merchants are humble, the wealthy prince consort, Xiao Luobai, is not humble.

The huge procession arrived at the gate of the Prince Consort's mansion, and Li Yuanrou slowly got off the carriage with the help of her maid.

She was dressed in silk and satin, with emerald and pearls around her, looking elegant and graceful.

The servant in front of the door took a quick look and then widened his eyes in disbelief.

After all, everyone in the palace knows that the princess doesn't like her husband. And now the princess has come to the palace in person. Is she here to cause trouble for her husband again?

The gatekeeper was stunned for a moment and then was shocked, and was about to go in to report.

Li Yuanrou calmly raised her hand and asked them to leave, showing the style of a princess, which she managed easily.

Don't panic, don't shoot, just walk in quietly and let me see who the prince consort that Daya has been talking about all the time is.

The gatekeeper retreated angrily.

Li Yuanrou stepped into the gate, looking around as she walked.

She couldn't help but ask, "Isn't he a wealthy businessman? Why is this mansion so shabby?"

Daya replied: "The mansion was given by His Majesty..."

Li Yuanrou was puzzled: "As the king of a country, why would you give such a small mansion to me?"

Daya lowered her eyes: "Your Majesty...poor..."

Li Yuanrou was choked and speechless.

The group from the princess's mansion soon arrived at the main courtyard. Li Yuanrou ordered everyone to wait outside the door. She did not let anyone know in advance and went straight in, pushing the door open.

Xiao Luobai was wearing a white shirt. He had one leg bent, one hand supporting his slightly tilted forehead, and was leaning lazily on the bed looking at the account book.

He looked up when he heard the voice, and was surprised for a moment after seeing who it was, but he quickly recovered his composure.

He coughed twice, his voice low and cold: "Princess, please forgive me. I was injured and could not meet you in time."

He said "forgiveness" but there was no humble attitude to ask for forgiveness. He didn't even move, and was very arrogant.

Li Yuanrou, who was associated with appearance, didn't think so much. Her mind was blank at this moment. The moment she saw the person, she was frozen as if she had been cast under some kind of magic.

The man in front of her had a tall figure. Although he was injured, he was still handsome, especially his long legs, which were long and straight. She measured him with her eyes and estimated that he was about 1.9 meters tall.

He looked a little weak but he was not the type of weak scholar who couldn't even tie a chicken. He had broad shoulders, which showed that he knew some martial arts. His facial features were sharp, his eyebrows were long, his eyes were dark, and his black hair was tied up with a silk ribbon. With the white clothes he wore, Li Yuanrou felt that he looked like a banished immortal.

She was a little dazed for a moment, and her heart skipped a beat.

She calmed herself down, but because she was dazzled by the beauty, her favorable impression doubled, and her words became softer: "Is the prince consort's injury better?"

Xiao Luobai coughed twice and tried to sit up. Li Yuanrou walked directly to the bed and wanted to help him, but she didn't dare to touch him after walking over.

The flowers on the high mountain can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be touched.

She pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "The princess will come to pick you up today, Prince Consort?"

She raised the last syllable of her voice and waited for a response.

Xiao Luobai glanced at her sideways, his handsome eyes and eyebrows were cold and sarcastic.

He sneered, "Your Highness the Princess stabbed me a few days ago and vowed to never coexist with me. Now you want me to go back again. Why?"

Li Yuanrou's heart sank, her eyes rolled around as she began to organize her words.

She didn't dare to look him in the eye, and said with a guilty conscience: "If this princess says it's a misunderstanding..."

She couldn't continue, she didn't believe it herself.

As expected, Xiao Luobai glanced at her coldly, with a hint of disdain and mockery on his lips, and said as if to give her a way out: "My wound has not healed yet, so I am afraid I cannot serve you in bed. I'm sorry to bother you with making a wasted trip. I can rest in this mansion. Please go back, Princess."

As soon as the word "serve in the bed" came out, Li Yuanrou's face flushed. She quickly explained: "That's not what I meant. I just came to take you back. You don't need to serve me..."

Her voice became lower and lower, and she even changed her name to "I". Her whole face was as red as a cooked shrimp. The confidence she had before coming was gone.

Xiao Luobai saw that her embarrassed look was completely different from her usual arrogance and domineering. He frowned, put down the account book in his hand and looked at her suspiciously.

When Li Yuanrou saw him looking at her, she immediately straightened her expression.

She assured him with a firm look, "Don't worry. When we get back, I'll build a courtyard for you. You can stay in your courtyard. We will treat each other with respect and not disturb each other."

Subtle changes gradually appeared in Xiao Luobai's narrow eyes, and there was a hint of scrutiny in the look he gave Li Yuanrou.

He raised an ambiguous smile on his lips: "Respect each other like guests? Don't disturb each other?"

Li Yuanrou was already distracted by this moment, and had completely forgotten about the princess's noble and dignified manner. She nodded blankly.

Xiao Luobai stared at her mysteriously, as if he wanted to see through her skin to her soul.

He pondered for a moment and said softly, "Can you sing nursery rhymes?"

Li Yuanrou: “Ah?”

Li Yuanrou was confused by this sudden question and began to think wildly.

what's going on?

Why did Xiao Luobai suddenly ask this?

What kind of problem is this?

She shook her head honestly: "No."

Xiao Luobai's eyes were dark and deep. He sneered at himself and said slowly, "Princess, please go back. I will rest in the Prince Consort's mansion."

Xiao Luobai lowered his head and flipped through the account book, no longer looking at her, and his intention to drive her away was very obvious.

Li Yuanrou didn't bother to argue with him. She pretended to adjust the hairpin on her head and walked out. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

What's so great about him! He's just a piece of cake, this princess doesn't care about him!

This princess wants to lie down and enjoy life. Men will only slow down the speed at which this princess draws her sword.

The princess has arrived, all men, get out of the way!

When she passed by the table, she saw a piece of paper and quickly glanced at the words on it:

The fragrant osmanthus has fallen and the children are crying as they return home.

The melancholy and idle nights are filled with thoughts.

Thinking of the distant love affair of the beautiful lady,

The voice, appearance and soul seem to be separated by Taoxi River.

What does this mean? I don't understand.

Those who don’t understand will be regarded as educated!

I didn't expect that Xiao Luobai is not just a pretty face, but also a cultured person.

Hey, there is a line of small words below.

She squinted her nearsighted eyes and forced her vision to focus.

Still can't see it.

While Xiao Luobai was looking down at the account book, she grabbed it with her hand very quickly, quickened her pace, and ran out the door in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Xiao Luobai on the bed frowned but ignored it.

Li Yuanrou ran out of the door. Daya saw that she looked strange and asked, "Why is the princess in such a state? Why doesn't the prince consort want to go back?"

Li Yuanrou was holding the stolen goods in her sleeves, looking flustered and her eyes wandering. She quickly said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

Then he quickened his pace, fearing that Xiao Luobai would come out and catch him.

After getting into the sedan chair safely, she carefully took out the paper and could see clearly the line of elegant small words underneath: prosperity has faded, flowers have bloomed and faded, time is ruthless, and the world is tasteless.

Li Yuanrou was shocked. Xiao Luobai was going to commit suicide!

She was immediately shocked, and her mind was in a turmoil. She began to empathize with Xiao Luobai.

Xiao Luobai was chosen to marry him, so he must have been forced. I heard that before the wedding, the royal family asked for a lot of money from him, and right after the marriage, he was stabbed by himself in retaliation.

All kinds of misfortunes came one after another, and Xiao Luobai was so disheartened that he couldn't get over it.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. Their royal family had persecuted an innocent life!