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

When Shen Yunheng heard the implicit threat in his words, a cold and slightly sarcastic arc appeared on his thin lips.

"You don't even know the Crown Princess' maiden name, yet you have the audacity to claim to be her uncle."

Meng Dongliang's face changed slightly, and then he quickly came to his senses and hurriedly corrected himself: "It was a slip of the tongue, I made a mistake. It was Yueyue, Yueyue. If the scholars knew Yueyue..."

"This matter is known only to you and me. The servants in the mansion are all cautious and will never reveal it. But if this matter is known to outsiders one day..."

Shen Yunheng looked at Meng Dongliang meaningfully, but before he finished speaking, everyone present knew what he was going to say.

Panic flashed in Meng Dongliang's eyes. His gaze met Shen Yunheng's eyes, which were filled with coldness and murderous intent. He could only stagger back, repeatedly promising: "I... I promise, I won't say a word..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yunheng's eyes, which were flashing with cold light, slowly lowered.

He spun lightly, his sleeves fluttering as he left behind a cold remark that echoed in the air: "If this is true, I will definitely ask my uncle to come out tomorrow and apologize to him."

"If anyone dares to impersonate me, I will make him regret his actions and make his life worse than death."

It was not until Shen Yunheng's voice completely disappeared that Meng Dongliang collapsed to the ground as if relieved. The only sound in his ears was the roar of his own heartbeat, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

A trace of regret rose in his heart.

He should first go find his brother and ask him to bring him to the Prince's Mansion.

As his thoughts raced, he couldn't help but blame his brother for being vague.

It was clearly the eldest niece who was going to marry into the Eastern Palace and become the Crown Princess, not the second niece. His brother did not mention this clearly in the letter, which led to his mistake.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he suspected that the prince would immediately order the guards beside him to draw their swords and cut his head off.

He hasn't become the emperor's uncle yet, and hasn't enjoyed the good life yet, so he can't die.

Meng Tingyue, who was standing by, heard the conversation carefully and naturally heard Shen Yunheng's defense. She felt touched and an inexplicable emotion lingered in her heart.

The prince is such a good man. He threatened Meng Dongliang on her behalf. So she should be even nicer to the prince and make more money for him to repay him.

Meng Tingyue and Shen Yunheng left the dungeon one after another.

It was late at night, and the evening breeze was blowing gently, bringing a hint of coolness. The two of them walked back to the house together under the moonlight.

As the weather gets warmer, heavy bedding has been quietly replaced with light thin quilts.

Shen Yunheng suddenly suggested removing one quilt to save space.

He caught the puzzled look in Meng Tingyue's eyes and explained softly, "Two quilts would take up too much space, but this thin blanket is more than enough for two people."

Upon hearing this, Meng Tingyue nodded slightly without refusing.

She thought to herself that maybe she should lie on her side tonight so as not to take up most of the bed and leave the prince with no place to sleep.

Shen Yunheng didn't know what she was thinking, but he could tell that she didn't have that kind of feelings for him.

Although she kept calling "husband" every day, calling him gently and lingeringly, and the smile she occasionally showed was as warm as the spring sun.

But he always felt that her attitude was just a show and lacked sincerity.

But he was not in a hurry, knowing that emotional matters needed to be developed slowly and only a steady stream of emotion could deeply penetrate people's hearts. He had plenty of time to let her slowly fall in love with him.

At this time, Qingdian carefully brought a bowl of thick medicinal juice to the front.

Seeing this, Meng Tingyue's voice was as soft as silk, and she whispered softly: "My husband hasn't taken the medicine tonight. Drink it first and then rest."

After taking the medicine, the two of them quietly changed into their pajamas and slowly lay down on the bed.

Now they share one quilt, and Meng Tingyue is still a little uncomfortable with it.

We were lying on the same bed before, but at that time I didn't feel that the dragon scale fragrance was so close to me.

Meng Tingyue was puzzled and thought she would have insomnia tonight, but she didn't expect that she would feel sleepy soon.

Surrounded by the lingering scent of dragon scales, she gradually fell into sleep.

Shen Yunheng, on the other hand, stared quietly at the person beside him. He saw Meng Tingyue inadvertently turn over from the inside of the bed and roll lightly into his arms.

Her soft and boneless little hands naturally wrapped around his waist, and her furry head rubbed against his chest, as if looking for a comfortable position to sleep.

He didn't know if he was dreaming, but he saw a soft and satisfied smile on Meng Tingyue's lips.

Shen Yunheng hugged the little person in his arms and slowly closed his eyes.

……

The guards quickly returned to the capital from Linchao City and respectfully presented the letters mentioned by Meng Dongliang to Meng Tingyue.

There were sixteen letters in total.

Including the ones that Meng Dongliang delivered personally last time, there were a total of twenty-one letters.

Meng Tingyue couldn't wait to open the envelope and check the contents one by one.

The more she watched, the more angry she became, almost devouring her rational defenses.

Despite this, Meng Tingyue still forced herself to remain calm, gritted her teeth, and continued reading.

Qinglan, Qingindigo and Qinglan were all by her side.

Meng Tingyue was worried that Nanny Qin was too old to bear the shock of the letter, so she sent her away first.

Looking back now, Meng Tingyue felt more and more that her decision was a wise one.

She spent nearly half an hour reading those twenty-one letters.

When she closed the last letter, her eyes were already stained with scarlet, and endless hatred was swirling in her eyes.

In her previous life, she didn't get these letters.

She guessed that when Meng Dongliang came to Beijing, he went to the Prince's Mansion to find Meng Qingjiao, and these letters were also destroyed by Jiang Qingrou and Meng Qingjiao, mother and daughter.

After reading these letters, she realized that Meng Ci had started planning this a long time ago.

He knew that his family was ordinary and although he was talented, he could not afford the tuition and travel expenses. So he planned to use his good looks to find a simple rich girl and use her family influence as a stepping stone.

His eyes finally locked on his mother. He took every step carefully, gradually approaching her, and tried his best to win her favor and trust.

He planned carefully, not only completely winning his mother's heart, but also gaining the trust of the whole family step by step.

In the end, his mother became pregnant after being coaxed by him, and the two of them got married naturally.

It took him three years to do this, and he planned for three years...

Meng Tingyue closed her eyes tightly, her lips trembling slightly, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Go to my dressing table drawer and get the notes my mother wrote for me."

Hearing this, Qingdian turned around, walked briskly to the dressing table, took the notebook and handed it to Meng Tingyue.

Meng Tingyue carefully compared her mother's notes with the recent letters.

The more she read, the more shocked she became. She was stunned to find that her mother's death was actually part of Meng Ci's careful plan.