I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

"Your Highness!" Lu Mingyang continued to flatter him, "If there's a woman who likes your Highness, you'd have to marry her. Wouldn't all the men in the world end up living alone?"

As she spoke, she tenderly hooked her finger around Chu Mingzheng's, her eyes full of affection, "I beg Your Highness to show mercy and give all the men in the world a chance to live, and also give me a chance to serve Your Highness. I will not let Your Highness down."

Really flexible and flexible.

Chu Mingzheng had no place to vent his anger, so he silently took the little hand that was hooked with his, and the back of the hand that was coated with ointment became even redder.

"You don't even know how to hide. Does it hurt?"

"I just want Your Highness to feel distressed!"

Chu Mingzheng: “…”

Lu Mingyang put on a submissive smile, tears streaming down his face, "If Your Highness is still angry, hit me twice more!"

What kind of weird stuff did this girl learn during the two months she was away?

"It's so ugly, hurry up and heal it for me!" Chu Mingzheng snorted coldly and turned away.

Yang Nian'er looked at Prince Ningyuan's fleeing appearance and gave him a thumbs up in admiration: "Second sister, look at your foxy charm, you really deserve a beating."

"What are you saying about your sister?" Lu Mingyang glared at his sister in dissatisfaction and sighed, "I think he's just being childish and wants to vent his anger. He doesn't really hold a grudge against me."

The two sisters walked out of the palace hand in hand happily.

On the other side, in Shoukang Palace

Qin Miao knelt beside the empress dowager, crying and sobbing.

"Aunt, Miao'er knows that this action has brought shame to my family and also to my father. But Miao'er really, really can't let go of my cousin."

"It's not that I don't love you."

The Queen Mother helped Qin Miao up with a distressed look, and glared at Duke Qin, "Miao'er is young and doesn't know the consequences. Don't you know it either? Zheng'er is in such a bad condition now, how can he grow old?"

Duke Qin looked at his disobedient daughter and sighed helplessly.

"Ever since this girl returned home with her mother at the age of thirteen, she's had her own worries. But she kept it a secret, and I didn't notice it until the news came that Prince Ningyuan was seriously ill and dying. Then this girl fell ill and was bedridden for a whole year."

"After she recovered a little, she pestered me to serve King Ningyuan. When I refused, she went on a hunger strike. My nephew had no other choice but to bring her to my aunt to make her give up."

Qin Miao covered her face and wiped away her tears, still sobbing: "Miao'er knows that I shouldn't have thought about my cousin. If my cousin had lived a safe life, Miao'er's thoughts would have remained unknown to others. But now, I beg my aunt to give Miao'er a chance to repay my gratitude."

All of this suddenness left the Queen Mother feeling perplexed. After the Duke of Qin and his daughter left, the Queen Mother rested on the couch and invited Xu Pei to sit down. But she remained silent, only sighing uncontrollably.

Xu Pei asked, "Have you changed your mind?"

"That's not the case." The Queen Mother shook her head. "Firstly, I have already agreed to marry Miss Lu. Secondly, I also feel sorry for Miao'er and don't want her to become a widow at such a young age."

"That's right, don't be soft-hearted."

Xu Pei was worried that if the Queen Mother insisted on marrying her family to Prince Ningyuan, it might displease His Majesty and hurt the relationship between mother and son.

"But what about Miao'er?" The Queen Mother was still worried.

Xu Pei continued to comfort her, "This young woman's emotions come and go quickly. One day, she will surely be grateful for the Empress Dowager's painstaking efforts."

The Queen Mother began to worry about another thing: "Miss Lu is still in mourning, it is indeed not appropriate for her to get married."

……

Tianyi Inn

Chu Mingzheng pushed the door of a secluded room in the corner and walked in.

"Why are you here?"

Leng Lingfeng hurriedly closed the window. He had never seen him act so brazenly during his previous imprisonment.

"Headache!" Chu Mingzheng sat on the couch, his eyes full of worry: "Duke Qin came all the way here and insisted on marrying his daughter to me."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Leng Lingfeng sighed. "Duke Qin is rich enough to rival a nation. He's much more powerful than the deceased Marquis of Chengyang."

"What's good!"

Chu Mingzheng said disdainfully, "I'm a dying man. Who would marry their beloved daughter to me? Unless they know something. And Concubine Song, your Majesty is determined to make Prince Guangcheng the Crown Prince. Why would she risk harming me? Just for my son, who doesn't even exist yet?"

"You mean, your injury?" Leng Lingfeng shook his head firmly. "Impossible. The imperial physician would never be able to detect the problem with an injury inflicted by my master."

Leng Lingfeng became more and more certain as he spoke, with a sly smile on his face: "I think Duke Qin and Concubine Song are the same. One is worried that you will give birth to a son, and the other is worried that you will not give birth to a son. I will directly prescribe you some impotence medicine, and solve the problem once and for all."

"roll!"

Chu Mingzheng waved his hand in disdain. "Although Duke Qin has no real power, he is rich enough to rival an entire nation. Would he be willing to offend Your Majesty just for the empty title of a county prince?"

Unless, he bets that he will be the future emperor.

Chu Mingzheng was too lazy to argue with him, so he stood up and got a pen and paper. "I'm still worried, can you help me take a look?"

As he spoke, he began to paint portraits. They were all doctors who had treated him in the past two years. In addition to the imperial physicians, there were also famous doctors found for him by the Empress Dowager, the Emperor, and even Concubine Song.

"Hey, hey, hey, these are all precious rice papers. I can't bear to use them. You are using them as straw paper." Leng Lingfeng wailed in pain. When he saw the outline that had just taken shape, his eyes suddenly stopped.

"Has he ever treated you?"

Chu Mingzheng nodded, "Not long before the Marquis of Chengyang went on the expedition."

"It's broken, it's broken!" Leng Lingfeng laughed embarrassedly, "He is my uncle who was sentenced to leave the sect. The injuries caused by my master are invisible to others, but they are from the same sect."

Chu Mingzheng looked at him quietly, the pen in his hand turning.

Leng Lingfeng raised his hands in surrender, feeling wronged. "There has been no news from him for seven or eight years. How could I have known he would come to the capital?"

Chu Mingzheng waved his hands irritably. Concubine Song had sent for this person. If Duke Qin knew about this, then Concubine Song must have known about it too. No wonder she was willing to risk offending the Empress Dowager and put herself in danger.

As for the Duke of Qin?

Chu Mingzheng recalled the day he first met Qin Miao three years ago. Many doubts had arisen in his mind, but now it all clicked. It turned out he had been eyeing Qin Miao for three years, and had purposely planned a heroic rescue.

Later, he was seriously injured and imprisoned, so he gave up on himself. Now that he heard the news, he restarted his plan.

The room was stuffy. Outside the north wall was a quiet alley. Chu Mingzheng opened the window and let in the cool breeze, hoping to wake himself up. Unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure.

Lu Mingyang.

Standing before her was a handsome and elegant man. He didn't recognize him, but he had excellent hearing and heard Lu Mingyang affectionately call him "Brother Yuanrui."

He knew that Yuanrui was Song Wei's pen name.

"Brother Yuanrui, I like you, very much, very much. But it was a marriage arranged by the Queen Mother. I dare not, I dare not..."

The woman's voice was full of sorrow and grief, and the man wiped away her tears with a distressed look on his face.