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

A trace of guilt quietly appeared on Meng Tingyue's cheeks, and she said softly, "I was also anxious and confused, and forgot for a moment."

Seeing this, the Queen patted the back of her hand gently, her eyes full of understanding: "Your impatience just shows that you care about Yunheng."

Meng Tingyue nodded slightly when she heard this.

The queen looked at the delicate atmosphere between the young couple and sighed secretly.

She knew very well that such a knot would eventually need to be slowly untied between the two of them in private. As an elder, if she intervened too much, it would only backfire and cause more trouble.

After some thought, the queen's helplessness turned into a hint of anger. She suddenly reached out her hand and pinched Shen Yunheng's cheek lightly but firmly, with a bit of anger.

Shen Yunheng felt the pain on his face and was shocked. He stood there for a moment, unable to react.

His deep black eyes, as if stained by the night, were fixed on the queen, with complex emotions in his eyes that were difficult to discern.

When Meng Tingyue saw this scene, her heart trembled. Her eyes involuntarily fell on the faint red mark on Shen Yunheng's face. An indescribable emotion quietly spread in her heart.

The moment the queen finished pinching, she felt a little regretful.

Although she often pinched her son's face when he was a child, as he grew older and his temperament became increasingly cold, she gradually became afraid and dared not pinch him anymore.

She is the queen, and her daughter-in-law is by her side, so she cannot be timid.

So she forced herself to straighten her back and slightly raised her chin, as if she wanted to use this posture to hide the slight hesitation in her heart.

"You are my flesh and blood, so what's wrong with letting me pinch your face again?" As she spoke, she tried to find a reasonable explanation for her behavior with this seemingly relaxed but actually slightly insistent tone.

Shen Yunheng heard this, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke slowly: "Mother, whatever you say is fine."

After saying this, he lightly turned over from the couch.

"Where are you going?" Queen Meng Tingyue, upon seeing him act like this, expressed her concern and asked, "You haven't fully recovered yet. What if you leave without warning and fall ill again?"

"I know my limits." Shen Yunheng's tone was filled with an irrefutable stubbornness.

Meng Tingyue frowned, listening to his almost childish and stubborn words, and involuntarily stretched out her slender hand to grab his sleeve.

"I want to go to the military camp with Your Highness." She raised her head, her eyes as sharp as torches, and looked at Shen Yunheng firmly, her eyes full of determination and persistence.

The two looked into each other's eyes, and without saying anything, they could already see the stubbornness and persistence in each other's eyes.

Shen Yunheng paused slightly and nodded in agreement.

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After Meng Tingyue carefully supervised Shen Yunheng to drink the medicine carefully prepared by the imperial physician, the last bright color in the sky quietly disappeared.

Shen Yunheng stared out the window at the gradually deepening night. He was silent for a long time before he finally changed his mind: "Let's go to the military camp tomorrow."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue breathed a sigh of relief.

The two returned to the mansion side by side without saying another word.

When he reached the gate of the mansion, Shen Yunheng wanted to turn around and go into the study.

Meng Tingyue gently pulled his sleeve.

Shen Yunheng turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Your servant...wants to go with the prince." There was a hint of stubbornness in Meng Tingyue's words that she had not expected.

When she recalled this period of time, Shen Yunheng always waited until she fell asleep before quietly returning to the house to rest under the deep curtain of night.

When she woke up in the morning light, the bed was already empty, leaving only a cool feeling.

If she were to choose one word to describe Shen Yunheng, it would be: he gets up earlier than a chicken and sleeps later than a pig.

Day after day, such mental and physical exhaustion would be unbearable even for a body of iron, not to mention that Shen Yunheng was also burdened with the heavy burden of mania.

Over time, it will only wear out your body.

Perhaps this is the reason why emperors in history died young and did not live long.

Shen Yunheng frowned slightly, and his tone softened a bit, "I promise you, I won't be busy for too long, and I will definitely go back to the house to rest early."

However, Meng Tingyue shook her head slightly, and her clear eyes were clearly filled with her lack of trust in Shen Yunheng's promise.

Shen Yunheng's gaze lingered on her for a moment, and he finally sighed helplessly, rubbing his temples lightly with his fingers, and compromised: "Okay, since you insist so much, then it's up to you."

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the study with steady steps.

Meng Tingyue followed closely behind with light steps.

In the study, Ling Qi had been waiting for a long time. The pens, ink, paper and inkstone were neatly arranged on the table. A stack of memorials lay quietly on the desk, waiting for the master's review.

"Ling Qi, you can step aside first. I will take care of the prince here." Meng Tingyue's voice was gentle but firm. She walked naturally to Shen Yunheng's side and took over Ling Qi's work.

Upon hearing this, Ling Qi nodded slightly and then quietly left.

All Ling Qi needed to do was to grind, because long before Shen Yunheng returned, he had already carefully sorted out the mountains of memorials.

They were placed in an orderly manner according to their importance, and the ones closer to Shen Yunheng were more important.

Shen Yunheng casually picked up the nearest memorial on his desk and began to read it carefully. However, after a short while, his originally calm brows gradually twisted into a small mountain.

Meng Tingyue watched his changes silently from the side, speculating in her heart, but did not make a sound to disturb him.

It was not until Shen Yunheng turned to the fourth memorial that every word on the paper seemed to trigger his anger. He threw the memorial violently, and the memorial drew an arc and finally fell powerlessly on the cold ground.

His chest heaved violently with the surge of anger, like a lone boat in a storm.

Seeing this, Meng Tingyue picked up the abandoned memorial carefully and placed it back on the desk. Then she quietly moved behind Shen Yunheng and pressed the acupoint on the top of his head with her soft but firm fingers, neither too light nor too heavy.

"My husband works so hard day and night, how can his body bear it, and how can his condition gradually get better?" Meng Tingyue's voice was very soft, but full of deep worry and pity.

Shen Yunheng understood her concern, and although his voice was calm, it could not hide his helplessness: "Being in this position is like being in a torrent. I'm afraid that true rest is just a luxury."

Meng Tingyue naturally understood the frustration and hardship involved. She pursed her lips gently, her voice adding a touch of gentleness: "Government affairs are like a mountain. Why must my husband shoulder it all alone? There are so many officials in the court. Isn't there anyone who can share some of the burden?"