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

“No repetition.”

Lu Mingyang pointed to the sky and swore an oath, but Chu Mingzheng suddenly felt a little scared and reached out to stop her from swearing. "Just remember it in your heart."

"Your Highness agreed?"

The corner of the woman's mouth unconsciously raised a smile. Chu Mingzheng hurriedly looked away and said lightly.

"My cousin has a kind heart. I don't want her to be put in danger. You are just the right person."

Lu Mingyang knelt obediently, his smile frozen on his face. Although he didn't like the man in front of him, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he heard such words.

Chu Mingzheng sat on the ground, gently rubbing her delicate palms, and tentatively said, "But the Empress Dowager has made up her mind, and I'm afraid I can't make the decision."

"There is only one person in the world who can change the Queen Mother's mind!"

"His Majesty?"

Chu Mingzheng began to reassess the girl in front of him. As he watched her talk, he secretly laughed at himself for being so confused by a little girl.

If she really took refuge with Song Wei, why would Song Wei ask his own doctor to repeatedly confirm whether she was really infertile?

"...At that time, Your Highness will only need to have some minor conflicts with Miss Qin."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I dare not!"

Lu Mingyang lowered his head, and Chu Mingzheng's gaze fell on the woman's face. He had slapped her hard, and there was a clear swollen mark on her face.

He wanted to touch her, but instead he threw a bottle of medicine in his arms at her and said coldly, "Go back and wait!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Lu Mingyang picked up the medicine bottle, stood up and left.

A cold wind blew, fluttering the handkerchief left on the table.

Chu Mingzheng picked up the handkerchief and looked at it carefully. There was a word embroidered on each of the three corners of the small handkerchief: Yang, Xi, Qian.

Yang is her name, Xi is her former name, so what does Qian mean?

As he was thinking, a smiling face came into his sight. It was embroidered on the remaining corner. It was a little ugly, but also a little cute. The person who saw it couldn't help but smile.

It was late at night and the city gates were closed. How could a little girl get back?

Chu Mingzheng suddenly remembered, put away his robe and chased after him.

The clear blue water pond at night loses its bright colors, and only the moonlight casts on the water surface. A slender woman props up a solitary boat, disturbing the calm water surface and making it sparkle.

Since Chu Mingzheng's return from the Xiongnu, he had been freed from confinement. A row of small boats were parked on either side of the pond, allowing for easy access. Chu Mingzheng disembarked and headed towards the dense forest.

A horse-drawn carriage was parked on the rammed earth road leading to the city gate.

Lu Mingyang sat on the side of the carriage, a graceful man standing in front of him, gently wiping the bruises on his cheek. The woman made a soft sound and slightly moved away.

"Brother Yuanrui, why are you still waiting here?"

"How could I feel at ease if I hadn't seen you come out?" Song Wei touched his injured cheek again, his eyes blazing with anger. "Prince Ningyuan is really going too far. Even if you really spread the rumor, why would you use such harsh measures against a little girl?"

Lu Mingyang took Song Wei's hand, placed it on his knee, and complimented him, "How many men in the world are as broad-minded as Brother Yuanrui? It's great that he no longer doubts me."

Song Wei felt distressed: "Poor Yang'er, because of the Queen Mother's partiality, she has been wronged to become a concubine."

"I don't like him anyway, so it's nice to have some peace and quiet here. But Brother Yuanrui, you'd better not see me in the future. I don't want to implicate you if someone finds out."

"I won't!" Song Wei answered firmly and resolutely. He hugged the girl in front of him and promised solemnly: "When Prince Ningyuan passes away, I will definitely change your status and marry you formally."

The two people who were in love with each other rode away in a carriage. Chu Mingzheng's hand, which was placed on the tree trunk, had bulging veins: Little girl, be careful not to play with fire and get burned.

The starry sky pointed the way, but Chu Mingzheng didn't know where to go. In a state of confusion, he came to the wood carving room.

The wood carving room is on the east side of the clear water pool. It is filled with various dolls, animals, rivers, seas, mountains, ships, pavilions and bridges, all of which were carved by him.

During the two years of confinement, he was unable to practice shooting and archery, and could only rely on carving to maintain the flexibility of his fingers and relieve his longing.

Whether it is the vast world of the frontier or the former home.

Picking up a piece of boxwood at random, Chu Mingzheng leaned on the couch and carved aimlessly. When he came to his senses, a small doll had taken shape, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, bright as stars.

How was it carved into her image?

Chu Mingzheng shook his head, picked up the carving knife and started to scratch at his eyebrows. Suddenly, he heard a sound from behind the locker. Behind the locker was a secret passage leading directly to the mountain temple behind Xiangguo Temple.

Chu Mingzheng put the wooden sculpture into his arms, stood up and walked in.

In the secret room, the black-clad guard Zhu Cong knelt on one knee.

"Your Highness, the battle at Yanmen Pass was indeed unusual. The bows and spears were all rotten and vulnerable. It's just that my subordinates were incompetent. When we rushed to the home of Sun Hai, who was in charge of logistics, he had already committed suicide."

"Is it really suicide?" Chu Mingzheng asked.

"I've checked the scene repeatedly and it's definitely suicide." But how could a perfectly healthy person suddenly commit suicide? "Is someone else investigating, or have I been exposed?"

Zhu Cong recalled something strange. "When I went down, I vaguely saw a person in black. I wonder if it was from Lord Sun's house. He was petite and looked like a woman."

Who could be the woman who would investigate the death of Marquis Chengyang?

Chu Mingzheng regained his composure and asked, "Is there anyone else at Sun Hai's house?"

"There is a daughter who is now the concubine of Lord Zhongxin. I will go and check it out right away."

"Wait!" Chu Mingzheng said, "Since he's willing to commit suicide, his daughter must be unaware of his actions. Don't alert him. The Marquis of Chengyang has been on the battlefield for many years, so he wouldn't discover a problem with his weapon after he was on the battlefield. Go investigate the Marquis of Chengyang's movements since he left for the expedition. The more detailed the better."

"Yes!" Zhu Cong agreed and added, "Your Highness, General Pei is in the army. It is much easier to investigate than a dead man."

Chu Mingzheng refused: "Just do your best. After all, he is the son of Duke Pei, so it's inconvenient for him to take risks."

……

In the early morning, the city gates opened wide, and a low-profile carriage drove in, slowly stopping at the Chengyang Marquis's Mansion. Because her second sister hadn't returned home all night, Yang Nian'er had been waiting at the mansion gate before dawn. When she saw her second sister coming down, she hurriedly took her arm.

Entering the mansion, Yang Nian'er asked, "Second sister, where did you sleep last night?"

"The Song family's house in the suburbs."

"Ah!" Yang Nian'er frowned: "He still won't let you go!"

"It's so hard to find a spy next to King Ningyuan, but it's not that easy. Let's take it one step at a time!" Lu Mingyang smiled and pinched his sister's cheek, "Fortunately, King Ningyuan agreed."

"Really!" Yang Nian'er also smiled, "Did he say how he helped you?"

Lu Mingyang shook his head.

Yang Nian'er was worried: "Isn't he lying to you?"

"Probably not!"

While Lu Mingyang was anxiously waiting for news, he received an uninvited guest.

Qin Miao!