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

Meng Tingyue was slightly startled, "What did you forget?"

Shen Yunheng's eyes seemed to have grown much colder, and the expression on his lips also grew colder and lighter.

"Meng Tingyue, what do you think of me?"

Meng Tingyue's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The prince is angry?

The prince is angry!

This is a golden thigh. Everything will go well if you hold on to it tightly.

For this reason, Meng Tingyue began to rack her brains to recall and think about what she had forgotten.

Could it be that she had forgotten a memory in which she had offended the Crown Prince? Or perhaps she had spoken disrespectfully to him?

Her eyes couldn't help but fall on Shen Yunheng's meticulously crafted, angular profile.

Shen Yunheng stood in the peach forest in a black brocade robe, his whole body exuding an extraordinary coldness and fierceness, like a killer who accidentally broke into the peach forest and was full of murderous aura.

It would be more accurate to say that they came to burn the forest rather than to enjoy the flowers.

Meng Tingyue put aside the speculation in her mind.

If she had seen the prince like this before, she would have had to avoid him, let alone offend him.

Besides, if she remembered correctly, this should be her first time meeting the prince.

So what did she forget?

After a while, seeing that Shen Yunheng's face was getting darker and darker, Meng Tingyue simply rushed to Shen Yunheng.

She spread out her left hand. "Here, if I've said or done anything before, just hit me a few times and we'll be done with it."

The sleeves slid down as she moved, revealing a smooth, white arm. The falling peach petals gently landed on the arm, making her skin look even smoother, and her slender arm seemed as if it would break if pinched.

Shen Yunheng lowered his eyes and looked at the jade arm. There was a dark color in his eyes, and the aura around him became increasingly cold.

Seeing this, Meng Tingyue stretched out her other hand and spread it in front of him, "Hit me, I won't move."

Meng Tingyue closed her eyes slightly and turned her head away, not wanting to look.

"Have you started yet? Can you be more flexible? I'm not afraid of pain..."

Shen Yunheng's eyes moved from the jade arms to the slender white neck, and slid to the small jaw. His eyes gradually darkened, his face turned gloomy, and he turned and left without saying a word.

Meng Tingyue heard the footsteps leaving and looked in the direction of the sound, "Tai, Brother Shen, Brother Shen, slow down, wait for me."

Meng Tingyue shamelessly followed Shen Yunheng, the former walking with big strides while the latter jogging with her skirt lifted up.

Meng Tingyue got tired after running for a while.

"This young lady and this young man are truly a match made in heaven..."

A voice came from the side, and Meng Tingyue looked sideways.

A dark-skinned young man sat cross-legged under a peach tree. In front of him was a small square table with drawing paper, brushes and ink on it.

The boy's eyes were as bright as stars and could not be ignored.

The boy saw them looking at him and grinned, "Would you two like to draw a portrait?"

These teeth are so white.

Meng Tingyue thought.

Many people come here to enjoy the scenery, and there are also painters who come here to paint the scenery, so many people will give money to the painters to paint small portraits in the woods.

However, most of them are small portraits of individual people, or small portraits of sisters and brothers, but there are no small portraits of men and women.

Meng Tingyue glanced at the expressionless Shen Yunheng and said to the young painter, "Draw a picture for me."

After the painter finished painting Meng Tingyue, he looked at Shen Yunheng again.

Shen Yunheng was listening to Ling Xiao's report not far away.

The painter said to Meng Tingyue, "Would that young man like to draw a picture?"

Meng Tingyue thought that Shen Yunheng was of noble status and probably looked down on the unknown painters outside the palace.

“He doesn’t paint.”

Meng Tingyue gave the silver to the painter, and the painter gave her the painting.

"I wish you two a happy marriage and a long life of love." The painter smiled at Meng Tingyue and Shen Yunheng who had just returned, and left with his packed things.

Meng Tingyue looked at his back as he left, and sensed a hint of escape.

She didn't take it seriously and opened the painting, forgetting to look at it after she finished it.

As she unfolded the drawing paper, her cheeks flushed and she quickly closed it.

His eyes subconsciously turned to Shen Yunheng and met Shen Yunheng's gaze.

Did he see it?

Seeing Shen Yunheng looking away as if nothing had happened, Meng Tingyue sighed secretly.

Fortunately, the prince didn’t see it.

How could that painter... How could he...

"I'll send someone to take you back later." Shen Yunheng said in a flat tone.

"Oh, okay, okay." Meng Tingyue nodded repeatedly and subconsciously hid the painting behind her.

Shen Yunheng walked away.

Qinglan had just returned with Ling Xiao. Seeing this, she ran to Meng Tingyue with a small box in her hand.

"Girl, the peach blossom petals have been collected."

Meng Tingyue looked at Shen Yunheng's back as he walked away, and nodded slightly, "Then let's go back."

"Young lady, please enjoy it for a while. It's a rare opportunity for you to come out."

"The biggest flower is gone, so why are you still admiring it here?" Meng Tingyue sighed and turned to leave.

Peach blossoms are beautiful, but you will get tired of looking at them if you look at them too much.

Qinglan scratched his head and looked around.

The largest flower is gone? Aren’t all peach blossoms the same size?

-

Meng Tingyue took Qinglan for a walk on the street for a while and bought some things before returning home.

When the carriage with the logo of the Prince's Mansion slowly stopped at the Meng Mansion, Lord Meng happened to be returning home after finishing his official business. He heard the voice of the doorman and ran back.

Meng Tingyue felt a little tired, so she leaned against the carriage and took a nap on the way back home.

"Your humble servant pays his respects to the Crown Prince." When Lord Meng saw the Crown Prince's carriage, he knelt on the ground in fear.

Meng Tingyue slowly regained consciousness.

He lifted the curtain and looked out the window.

It really is her father.

Lord Meng waited for a while without receiving a reply, so he cautiously looked up in the direction of the carriage.

A purple figure came down from the carriage.

"Dad, why are you kneeling here?" Meng Tingyue was surprised.

Lord Meng looked around and asked, "Where is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Meng Tingyue was confused, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has gone back."

"What?" Lord Meng looked at Meng Tingyue in disbelief and quickly got up from the ground. "When did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince leave? Why didn't you send someone to tell me?"

His brows were furrowed. When he thought that not only had he knelt in vain, but the one he was kneeling to was his own daughter, he felt angry and embarrassed, and blamed everything on Meng Tingyue.

Meng Tingyue lowered her eyes, feeling aggrieved and innocent. "My daughter has no one around her. Besides, I didn't know my father would be here..."

Lord Meng was so angry that his face turned pale and blue. He glanced at the prince's carriage still parked outside the mansion and turned to go in.

Meng Tingyue followed closely.

"The prince sent you to the peach forest and left?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you come back in the prince's carriage?"

"Bandits have been rampant recently. The prince may have been worried about his daughter being out alone and encountering something dangerous, so he left a carriage to bring her back."

Lord Meng paused, "Does the prince have anything else to say to you?"

Meng Tingyue met Lord Meng's gaze and knew what he was going to ask.

"No, the prince left after sending his daughter to the peach forest." Meng Tingyue's eyes were dim.

Lord Meng looked at Meng Tingyue's face, as if to confirm the truthfulness of her words.

"The Crown Prince has a dull personality and is not your ideal match. He is cold-blooded and heartless and will not feel sad for others. He is not suitable for you. You should not be too concerned about him. You should look for more opportunities to help Jiaojiao with her in the future."

After a while, Lord Meng sighed and patted Meng Tingyue's shoulder. "This is for your own good. You are weak, and the Crown Prince's harem isn't as clean as the Fifth Prince's. If you go, I'm worried that you won't be able to handle it."

"But if we are discovered..." Meng Tingyue worried.

Lord Meng said, "If you are discovered, just change it back. It was just an accident. Your Majesty is kind and will not be too harsh. If you can make the best of it, it will be a good thing for you."

"Your mother passed away early. You were the one she was most worried about. As long as you have a good home, she can rest in peace, and I can be at ease too."

Meng Tingyue looked sad, "I know."

"There's still a month until the wedding. Take Jiaojiao out more often and create more opportunities."

Lord Meng didn't finish his words, but both of them understood.

Meng Tingyue nodded in a pretentious manner and watched Lord Meng leave, her expression instantly turning cold.

He is indeed her biological father, and he wants to replace her even if it means defying the imperial order.

It is to give Meng Qingjiao a path to success.

One by one, they all wanted to pave the way for Meng Qingjiao.

Then she wanted to see whether Meng Qingjiao was willing to accept this "blessing".

Meng Tingyue returned to the room, holding her stuffy chest, her eyes fell on the drawing paper on the table that was wrinkled by her grip.

Thinking of the content, her cheeks turned red again, and her brows furrowed, as if she was a little embarrassed.