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

What a pair of infatuated man and resentful woman.

Chu Mingzheng's eyes darkened.

"Yang'er, don't be afraid!" Song Wei looked around, and Chu Mingzheng turned around and dodged. When he looked out the window again, Song Wei had already pulled Lu Mingyang away and walked into the restaurant opposite.

"what happened?"

Seeing the coldness surrounding Chu Mingzheng, Leng Lingfeng couldn't help but shiver.

"Nothing!" Chu Mingzheng said calmly, "Have you ever met Song Wei?"

"I haven't seen him, but I heard Miss Lu mention him. She had a good impression of him and said he was a close friend of her second brother." Seeing that Chu Mingzheng was willing to listen, Leng Lingfeng began to speak.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Mingzheng suddenly raised his hand, and then there was a knock on the door.

"Leng Lingfeng!"

It was Lu Mingyang's voice.

Chu Mingzheng flew onto the beam and Leng Lingfeng went over to open the door.

"Nian'er, you stand guard at the door."

Lu Mingyang gave an order and stepped into the room, tears still on his face.

"Are you crying?" Leng Lingfeng was surprised. Why were everyone so weird today?

"Nothing!" Lu Mingyang sat on the couch and saw two teacups on the table. He asked directly, "Do you have guests? I thought I heard you talking just now."

"No!" He patted the stack of portraits on the tea table and explained casually, "I was simulating a diagnosis. I poured a cup of tea just to make it look like one."

"Oh!" Lu Mingyang didn't think much about it and directly stated his purpose: "I have a favor to ask of you."

Perhaps it was difficult to speak, so she picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Hey!" That was the teacup that Chu Mingzheng had drunk from.

"What's wrong?" Lu Mingyang was surprised.

"Nothing!" He had already drunk it, what else could he say.

Lu Mingyang put down his teacup and continued, "When you examined Prince Ningyuan, could you have described his illness as more serious? Say that his condition wasn't good, that he might still have children within a year, but after that it would be impossible. Anyway, that's the idea, make it up yourself! Of course..."

Lu Mingyang added, "You have to think of a way to prevent the imperial physician from noticing anything."

Leng Lingfeng laughed heartily, looking up to the heavens. To be more precise, he laughed at the gentleman on the beam. He laughed for a full quarter of an hour before finally agreeing with great enthusiasm.

"It's about a dose of medicine. No problem, no problem."

Lu Mingyang was surprised: "Aren't you worried? He's the prince."

If someone finds out, their life may be in danger.

Leng Lingfeng said proudly, "That's exactly what makes it interesting. Let Miss Lu see how I can fool those idiots in the Imperial Hospital."

He's truly a skilled and daring person who loves excitement. Lu Mingyang said nothing more, thanked him, and left.

Leng Lingfeng asked, "Do you hate Prince Ningyuan so much that you don't want to marry him?"

"Thank you!" Lu Mingyang didn't want to say more.

Leng Lingfeng watched the door close and proudly shouted towards the beam: "Not all girls in this world like you."

Chu Mingzheng flew down with a gloomy face, his eyes like knives: "You dare to answer her?"

"Is it not good?"

Although Leng Lingfeng was unrestrained and carefree, he also knew his limits. "You said that Duke Qin is as wealthy as a country. Having him as your father-in-law to help you is much safer than Miss Lu."

The situation is now very clear. Duke Qin learned from his uncle that Chu Mingzheng was feigning illness and wanted to help him become the emperor and restore the Qin family's former glory.

"not good!"

Chu Mingzheng pressed on the cup that Lu Mingyang had drunk from, suppressing his anger with reason: "Can't I marry both of them?"

Yang Nian'er helped her weak and frail second sister into the carriage.

Lu Mingyang sat up straight, hugged his sister and started crying, "Nian'er, I'm sorry, I can't let you live in the big house in the palace. I'm not destined to be a princess."

They were happily shopping in the market, but unexpectedly they met Song Wei.

She wanted to pretend to have nothing to do with him and live a peaceful and prosperous life from then on. But when he said that he would wait for her and marry her after Prince Ningyuan died, and that he would secretly protect her when she was alone in the palace, she was shocked.

She finally understood Song Wei's purpose, which was to make her his insider in the Ningyuan Palace.

But who was King Ningyuan? He was the grandson that the Queen Mother had strongly protected, a god of war feared by all the Xiongnu princes. Even though he was ill, he was still not someone he could defeat.

No matter who it was, she couldn't afford to offend. She could only find a way to escape from the war.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Yang Nian'er comforted her sister, "It's just that there will be no free money to spend in the future. It's okay, I will work to support you and will never let you starve."

……

When they met again in Shoukang Palace, Lu Mingyang felt that Chu Mingzheng had changed. He was cold and aloof, especially towards himself.

Lu Mingyang sat on a small round stool, quietly watching Leng Lingfeng diagnose him.

Leng Lingfeng had dressed up specially for the day, wearing a white jade crown, a misty long-sleeved green robe, and a treasured gourd tied around his waist. Although young, he had a slender figure and a certain celestial aura, which made him somewhat believable.

"Don't worry, Queen Mother. As long as Your Highness takes good care of him, he will surely enjoy a long and blessed life." Leng Lingfeng took out a bottle of medicine from the medicine box, poured out a pill and handed it to Chu Mingzheng.

"Your Highness is slightly deficient in Qi and blood. This medicine will greatly replenish it."

This was a secret code between Lu Mingyang and Leng Lingfeng, and they knew what kind of medicine it was. She looked up at Chu Mingzheng, and met his deep eyes.

"Miss Lu, won't you pour me a glass of water?" He smiled.

"Your Highness, please enjoy!" Lu Mingyang hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it to her. Chu Mingzheng's hand brushed across her fingers, slowly taking it, and swallowed the pill as she watched.

"Your Majesty, my prescription needs a few changes. May I please inform you of this in detail?"

Leng Lingfeng spoke, breaking the weird atmosphere.

There are some things that cannot be spoken by the sick, and everyone knows them. Xu Pei gave Lu Mingyang a look, and Lu Mingyang stood up and helped Chu Mingzheng out.

At this time, she did not forget to put a white fur cloak on him to show her considerate and virtuous side.

"Your Highness, would you like to sit in the side hall?" Lu Mingyang asked as they walked into the courtyard.

"No, just sit in the pavilion!"

Chu Mingzheng held her hand with his backhand, but let go at the moment he held it and walked towards the pavilion alone.

Upon seeing this, the palace maid hurriedly laid out cushions and served hot tea.

Chu Mingzheng waved the maid away, and Lu Mingyang poured the tea himself. On such a cold winter day, the green tea had already cooled by the time it flowed from the pot into the cup.

It tastes a bit astringent, very astringent.

Chu Mingzheng looked at the closed doors and windows of the main hall and said calmly, "Settling for second best is indeed a pity. But being fickle is dangerous."

"What?" Lu Mingyang didn't understand.

Chu Mingzheng turned his teacup upside down and said calmly, "I have a word of advice for you, young lady. Remember to be cautious and don't be too clever."

Lu Mingyang had a bad feeling: "Your Highness, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"You'll understand."

Chu Mingzheng stood up and left. As he walked down the stairs, he felt a little angry again. He turned back and kindly reminded him, "Don't wash up too early when you go back today. It's tiring to dress all the time."