Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Meng Tingyue raised her eyelids slightly, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, and after a little thought she knew what Shen Yunheng was talking about.

She raised her lips slightly, a gentle and considerate smile on her face. "That's fine. I know very well that my husband has always disdained flattery and believes that practical actions are more important than empty words."

"Your Highness rarely attends banquets like this, so you're not aware of the intricacies involved. I don't blame you."

Shen Yunheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, his eyes serious as he said, "If you don't like this kind of hypocrisy, just reject it directly. There's no need to waste time with those people."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue fell silent. She thought to herself that the prince was deeply favored by His Majesty and had made great military achievements. Naturally, he did not need to rely on the support of court officials, nor did he care about the weaving of such interpersonal networks.

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"Since you have become my Crown Princess, you are of noble status. If there are some things that are irrelevant, you don't have to do them. There are countless officials in the court, so there is no need to deliberately cultivate good relationships with them."

"I am willing to entrust anyone I find useful, even if he is an obscure seventh-rank official, with important tasks as long as he has real talent and knowledge."

"On the other hand, if someone only holds a position but lacks talent and knowledge, even if he holds an important position and has a close relationship with you and me, I will never promote him easily."

His tone was no different from usual, but Meng Tingyue inexplicably felt that his attitude was serious and sincere.

Every word he said seemed to be silently declaring that he was her solid backing, enough to withstand the wind and rain, so that she didn't have to spend all her energy planning for him.

Thinking of this, Meng Tingyue's heart was touched. How could she not be moved?

A feeling arose in her heart that she could not even fathom.

She pursed her lips slightly, then raised them again and looked up, the gentleness in her eyes less playful and casual, "I understand."

The candlelight flickered, and the light and shadow danced gently on the profiles of the two people, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, making their faces look particularly soft and beautiful.

In each other's eyes, each other's figure was clearly reflected.

Inside the house, the incense curled up with a faint fragrance, and the two of them felt a little dry in their mouths for no reason.

"Your Highness, Crown Princess, I have something important to report."

The knock on the door sounded at an inopportune time, accompanied by Ling Xiao's voice.

Upon hearing this, Meng Tingyue involuntarily looked away, and a barely perceptible hint of shyness and discomfort flashed across her face.

There was a hint of coldness in Shen Yunheng's black eyes, and his gaze slowly fell on Ling Xiao outside the door. Ling Xiao shivered involuntarily.

He began to look for where the coldness came from, and caught a glimpse of the subtle displeasure in the eyes of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Ling Xiao's heart suddenly sank, and he felt something was wrong.

He had seen the candles in the room lit and the door open, and guessed that His Highness and the Crown Princess might not have gone to bed yet, so he came rashly without disturbing their rest. Why was His Highness angry?

Could it be that His Highness and the Crown Princess had just had an argument? Was he showing up at an inopportune time?

Ling Xiao secretly regretted that he should have asked Ling Qi to report earlier.

He shouldn't have rushed over to report!

Is he unlucky this month? Otherwise, why does he run into His Highness in a bad mood every day? Should he go to the temple to have his fortune told?

"Speak." Shen Yunheng calmed down, but the coldness around him became even more intense.

If Ling Xiao couldn't tell him anything important, he would consider sending Ling Xiao out to do other things.

Ling Xiao braved Shen Yunheng's murderous gaze and reported, "Meng Dongliang said he wanted to see the Crown Prince before he would reveal the location of the remaining letters."

Meng Dongliang wants to see the prince?

Meng Tingyue secretly wondered what Meng Dongliang was planning.

"He wants to see me?" Shen Yunheng's eyes turned cold, and he agreed without hesitation, "Okay."

After saying that, Shen Yunheng stood up and was about to leave with Ling Xiao.

Meng Tingyue's hand reached out unconsciously and gently grabbed Shen Yunheng's sleeve.

Shen Yunheng paused, slowly turned his head and looked at the soft and boneless fingers. His gaze slowly moved upwards and finally fixed on Meng Tingyue's slightly nervous face, waiting for her next words.

Meng Tingyue herself couldn't explain why she subconsciously pulled him back. She pursed her lips slightly, thought for a moment, and then said softly, "I'll go with my husband."

She was worried about the prince going alone. What if Meng Dongliang talked nonsense and tried to sow discord between her and the prince?

"I can eavesdrop from outside."

Shen Yunheng did not refuse, "Let's go together."

The two of them quietly came to the depths of the cold dungeon.

Meng Tingyue hid in the dark, her eyes as sharp as torches, staring closely at the prince as he walked step by step towards the cell where Meng Dongliang was imprisoned.

As soon as Meng Dongliang saw the prince, an unconcealable joy flashed in his eyes.

He took a few impatient steps forward, his hands tightly gripping the bars, his words filled with warmth and urgency: "My niece-in-law, you're finally here. Let me out now. I'm truly your uncle-in-law, not a liar. I don't know why my niece doesn't believe me."

"If my nephew-in-law doesn't believe me, he can just go and call my brother over to confront me."

Meng Dongliang had been imprisoned in the dungeon these days and had not been tortured, but the dungeon was cold and gloomy, and he was wearing thin clothes. The food provided in the dungeon was even more bland and difficult to swallow.

Rats and ants occasionally visit here, but he has never suffered such hardship in his life.

Shen Yunheng's slightly oppressive gaze fell heavily on Meng Dongliang, and emanating from his body was the cold murderous intent honed on the battlefield and the invisible pressure of being a superior.

Needless to say, this momentum was enough to cool down Meng Dongliang's eagerness to get closer to the other party, and a subtle fear quietly rose in his heart.

He swallowed hard, pretending to be calm, and kept telling himself in his heart: Although this man is the current prince, he is a few years younger than me, and in terms of seniority, he is also the husband of my niece. Why should he be afraid?

Shen Yunheng spoke calmly, "It's getting late and the dew is heavy. Lord Meng has already gone to bed. There's no need to bother Lord Meng. Where is the letter you mentioned that proves your identity?"

Meng Dongliang's throat rolled, and he swallowed his saliva dryly, trying to negotiate with Shen Yunheng, "Can you let me leave here first?"

Shen Yunheng's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. "If you haven't figured it out yet, you might as well continue thinking about it here. When you have figured it out, come and talk to me."

After saying this, Shen Yunheng turned around and was about to leave.

Meng Dongliang was extremely anxious and called out, "Wait, wait! I'll tell you what I'm saying. The letter is hidden in the hands of a man named Li Sheng in Linchao City. If you give him ten taels of silver and tell me my name, he will give me the letter."

"I've already said it, can you let me go now? I'm Jiaojiao's uncle. If outsiders knew that she had imprisoned her uncle in a dungeon, how would the literati write about her? Your Highness, won't you consider her?"