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

Prince's Mansion.

While Shen Yunheng was reviewing the memorials, Ling Xiao pushed the door open with a letter.

"Your Highness, Miss Meng has sent another letter."

Shen Yunheng's brows were slightly knitted, his eyes fixed heavily on the envelope, and his face didn't look very happy.

"Miss Meng really cares about His Highness. This is already the seventh letter." Ling Xiao sighed.

Shen Yunheng lowered his eyes and quickly scanned the long article on the envelope.

His eyes didn't move at all, and his expression couldn't reveal his joy or anger.

Today's letter is a little different from usual ones.

His eyes were fixed on the last sentence, and he twitched the corners of his lips slightly with a hint of indifference.

He folded the letter, put it back into the envelope, and threw it aside.

Ling Xiao took the letter away skillfully.

Before leaving, I heard Shen Yunheng's voice.

"Tell Qiao Tingfeng that he doesn't need to sweep the streets of the capital for the next few days. Instead, he should guard the city gates."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Before leaving, Ling Xiao was still wondering what was written in the envelope that could make His Royal Highness the Crown Prince change his mind.

Could it be that the Crown Princess pleaded for Prince Qiao?

But compared to guarding the city gate and sweeping the streets, it is hard to say which one is easier.

"Tsk." Ling Xiao shook his head and put the letter in his hand into a small box.

Although His Highness said he would throw away these letters, based on his understanding of His Highness, His Highness must not have realized his indulgence and attention to the Crown Princess, and he will definitely regret it in the future.

He put the letter away and waited until someday in the future to give it to His Highness, perhaps he would even receive praise.

"Hehe, I'm such a clever kid." He closed the box and hid it under the bed.

……

Meng House.

Meng Tingyue really didn't expect that even though she was confined to the yard, she would still meet the person she least wanted to see.

The fifth prince has very light lips with a hint of pink, and he exudes a natural warmth and dignity.

"Miss Meng." The fifth prince raised his lips and smiled.

Meng Tingyue gave a fake smile, "Fifth Prince."

I wasn’t angry enough last time. I recovered so quickly. Why didn’t I stay in bed for ten days or half a month?

Meng Qingjiao twisted the handkerchief in her hand, and was so angry that she could hardly keep the smile on her face.

Wasn't Meng Tingyue under house arrest? How could she still be out?

Could it be that Meng Tingyue also fell in love with the fifth prince?

A sense of vigilance suddenly rose in her heart.

When Meng Tingyue saw her gaze, she knew what she was thinking without even having to think about it.

She was also deceived by her father.

I had no idea the Fifth Prince was here before I came.

"Miss Meng really stole the show last time." The fifth prince's eyes were extremely light, and he was naturally affectionate. Just a glance at someone would make people feel that the prince was fond of them.

Meng Tingyue had been deceived by these eyes in her previous life. "The Fifth Prince is too kind. It was just a coincidence last time. If it weren't for my sister's illness, I would definitely be able to regain the top spot."

Meng Qingjiao felt uncomfortable when this matter was mentioned, and she twisted her handkerchief and lowered her head.

The fifth prince provided timely comfort.

"Although an accident occurred midway through the competition and we were unable to continue, Miss Meng still won the championship. Miss Meng can make a request to this prince. As long as this prince can do it, I am willing to satisfy Miss Meng."

When Meng Tingyue heard this, there was only one thought in her mind: I want you to disappear from my sight.

"Fifth Prince, you're joking. That day, it was just me and my sister Jiaojiao playing pot-tossing. The winner hasn't even been decided yet, so how could we even talk about winning the championship?"

Meng Qingjiao felt aggrieved and didn't understand why the Fifth Prince came for her today, but his eyes were all fixed on Meng Tingyue, and the content of their conversation was all about what happened on the day she was embarrassed.

The Fifth Prince spoke calmly, "If Miss Meng is willing, we can compete again."

Meng Tingyue was still wondering what the Fifth Prince was up to when she heard Meng Qingjiao speak impatiently.

"There's a heavy competition over there."

While saying this, Meng Qingjiao looked at Meng Tingyue provocatively.

"Sister, are you scared?"

The Fifth Prince continued, "I happen to have some free time. I wonder if Miss Meng would be willing to show me her skills again. I'll pay the price."

Those affectionate eyes again.

Meng Tingyue lowered her eyes calmly, as if thinking, "Since the Fifth Prince has said so, then let's have another fight. I just hope my sister will show mercy."

Meng Tingyue's lowered eyes looked shy to the Fifth Prince. When he heard her agree, a smile of sarcasm appeared on his lips.

He glanced sideways at the person beside him who looked energetic and eager to fight, and his eyes softened a little.

But Jiaojiao still wins his heart more.

After the venue for pitching pots was ready, Meng Qingjiao was still the first to play.

Meng Qingjiao first glanced at Meng Tingyue provocatively, then turned coquettishly and gently when she turned around and met the gaze of the Fifth Prince.

She aimed the arrow at the mouth of the pot and threw it lightly, landing accurately.

Then she feigned surprise and glanced at the Fifth Prince. After receiving his praise, she turned her head and looked at Meng Tingyue, "Sister, it's your turn."

Compared to Meng Qingjiao's seriousness, Meng Tingyue's expression was much more casual.

He pretended to aim at the mouth of the pot seriously, and was a little disappointed when he missed an arrow. "I said I was lucky last time."

Seeing this, Meng Qingjiao became even more proud.

There were four arrows in total, and Meng Qingjiao was hit by three of them.

As for Meng Tingyue, the arrows always missed the target by brushing against the mouth of the pot, and in the end only hit two arrows.

Every time the arrow passed by Hukou, Meng Qingjiao's heart seemed to be lifted up and dropped down by a rope.

Finally, I was completely relieved when I saw that she was only hit by two arrows.

"Thank you, sister."

"Brother Yunchen, I won."

Meng Qingjiao stood happily in front of the fifth prince.

The fifth prince's eyes were soft and he gently rubbed the top of Meng Qingjiao's head.

"Jiaojiao is really amazing."

He knew that the person he liked must be the best at pitching pots. He raised his lips and said, "Xia Jiu, bring the things here."

The attendant beside the fifth prince handed the box to Meng Qingjiao.

Meng Tingyue was standing not far away watching Meng Qingjiao jump for joy when she saw what was in the box.

But deep down she began to wonder how to leave this place that made her feel uncomfortable and disgusted.

A voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Miss Meng, this is given to you by His Highness."

She glanced sideways and saw another attendant of the Fifth Prince.

The servant came over with a box in his arms that was smaller than Meng Qingjiao's.

Meng Qingjiao also heard the voice and turned around.

"Fifth Prince, what are you doing?" Meng Tingyue said with an indifferent expression.

The fifth prince explained, "This is the prize Miss Meng won last time. Miss Meng didn't ask for anything, so I can only pick one at random. I hope Miss Meng won't mind."

“This is inappropriate…”

The Fifth Prince interrupted her, "It is not reasonable for me to take back what I have given away. If Miss Meng really doesn't like it, you can throw it away."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue stopped being pretentious and took the box directly. "In that case, I'll take it. I'm feeling a little unwell, so I'll leave first."

Meng Tingyue didn't want to stay here any longer, and left as if her feet were on fire.

After returning to the yard, she threw the box in her hand into the corner of the house as if it were some dirty thing.

"Qinglan, I want to take a bath."