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

Qiao Lige looked at his gradually cooling face. His deep eyes were like a cold winter night, carrying a heart-pounding chill.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and her throat seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and all the words she was about to say disappeared.

"I once said that the front hall is not the place for you. Go back." Shen Yunheng's voice was low and powerful. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Qiao Lige's heart. His aura was majestic without anger, which made people feel afraid.

At this moment, Qiao Lige did nothing but stand there and nod in agreement, his eyes filled with deep awe for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Seeing this, the maid took the opportunity to take Qiao Lige away.

After the figure disappeared from his sight, Shen Yunheng's eyes swept towards Ling Xiao coldly, his voice without any warmth: "If you have someone you like and want to marry someone, I will not stop you."

"But don't have any unrealistic thoughts about the woman in the West Garden. If I find anything amiss, you won't have to stay by my side and serve me anymore."

After saying this, Shen Yunheng said no more, and walked straight towards the study with big strides, leaving behind a lingering chill.

The words that Ling Xiao wanted to use to defend himself were stuck in his throat and he couldn't get them out in time. He could only watch the figure walking away.

Wei Li sighed and patted Ling Xiao's shoulder heavily, his eyes full of pity: "It's really an unprovoked disaster."

Ling Xiao looked at Wei Li's back as he walked away. The bitterness in his heart was beyond words. His eyes were slightly red, but he couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

He had never even held a girl's hand, and not only was he hugged by a strange girl for no reason, but he was also misunderstood by His Highness.

He really deserves it.

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The farce in the front hall flew quickly into Meng Tingyue's ears as if it had wings.

"What? Are you saying that Qiao Lige, while running, actually fell into Ling Xiao's arms, mistook him for His Highness, and confessed her feelings to him?"

Meng Tingyue held the melon seeds in her hand and asked in disbelief. The shells fell gently on the table, making a crisp sound. "What happened next?"

Qinglan's face lit up as she spoke, casually accepting the melon seeds Meng Tingyue handed her. "I heard that His Highness gave Qiao Lige a good scolding right then and there. Not only that, but Ling Xiao was also scolded. Afterwards, Qiao Lige was banished back to the West Garden."

Qingdian shook his head lightly and said with a smile, "What do you call this? You end up losing more than you gain."

When Meng Tingyue heard this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the corners of her eyes slightly raised, curved into a crescent shape, full of joy.

She sipped the melon seeds delicately, then wiped her fingertips carefully with a handkerchief. She stood up and said, "Let's go and see the sad person and see what kind of grievances she has suffered that warranted such a shameful incident."

The group slowly walked towards the West Garden.

Qiao Lige was inside the house, twisting her handkerchief in anger. Suddenly, she heard Meng Tingyue approaching, and she understood immediately that this person had come to laugh at her.

Thinking of this, she saw Meng Tingyue entering the room, but she neither went to greet her nor stood up to say hello. Instead, she looked at Meng Tingyue with a cold face, "What are you doing here? You are not welcome here, go away."

Meng Tingyue was not annoyed and slowly sat down on the stool Qinglan brought.

Her fingertips gently smoothed the tiny wrinkles on the hem of her skirt, and her tone carried a certain dignity and composure that could not be ignored: "This entire Prince's Mansion belongs to me. Is there any place I can't go?"

Qiao Lige's hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt, and her fists on her knees turned slightly white. The jealousy and anger in her heart surged like an undercurrent, almost breaking down the dam of her rationality.

There was a hint of gnashing teeth in her voice as she spoke, "This is the Crown Prince's residence. Every brick, every tile, every blade of grass, every tree in this residence belongs to His Royal Highness, not to you, the Crown Princess in name only. You are at most a member of this residence, and you are the Crown Prince's property."

At this point, Qiao Lige slowly curved her lips, her gaze fixed on Meng Tingyue provocatively, "Yes, everything in this mansion belongs to the prince, including you and me, we all belong to the prince."

These words seemed to be spoken to Meng Tingyue, but also seemed to be spoken to herself.

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue gently shook her head and spoke in a gentle and calm tone, "This palace and the prince were married in a formal ceremony. I am not like others who are just a clown that even the prince doesn't remember."

"I'm not visiting you today to show off, but to tell you that I've reduced the monthly allowance for the Western Garden. Not only for the Western Garden, but for the entire Crown Prince's residence. Not only have I reduced the monthly allowance, I've also reduced the Crown Prince's food and clothing."

Meng Tingyue met Qiao Lige's eyes, which were filled with disbelief, and continued, "But, so what? Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince isn't dissatisfied, so who do you think you are? If you don't believe me, you can go ask Butler Zheng, and then you'll know the truth."

After saying that, Meng Tingyue stood up leisurely, looked down at Qiao Lige with a condescending attitude, a scornful smile on the corner of her mouth, and then slowly left.

Behind her, there was a loud thud as a heavy object hit the table. She chuckled faintly and walked out of the yard without looking back.

Now that he had entered the West Garden, Meng Tingyue decided to visit Li Jiaoyu along the way.

Since they arrived a little late today, Li Jiaoyu was the only one left in the yard still doing her daily exercise.

Meng Tingyue stopped at the gate of the courtyard and looked inside.

In the courtyard, Li Jiaoyu was holding a wooden stick and dancing nimbly, each movement showing her heroic spirit.

Meng Tingyue stopped and watched for a while. Although she couldn't understand it, she could at least see some body movements.

Compared with Meng Tingyue, Qinglan Qingdian could see more from her moves, and she couldn't help but feel an urge to compete with her.

Meng Tingyue's eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the eagerness flashing in the blue and indigo eyes.

Although she had never learned martial arts when she was young, Qinglan and Qingdian practiced martial arts diligently to protect her. However, they had used it less in recent years and had become somewhat rusty. I wonder who is better between them and Li Jiaoyu.

While she was still pondering over this, Li Jiaoyu had already noticed their presence.

"Greetings, Crown Princess." Li Jiaoyu panted slightly and bowed respectfully, with a certain elegance in her movements.

After the ceremony, Li Jiaoyu realized that her behavior was a bit abrupt. Thinking of the noble status of the person in front of her, she hurriedly wanted to correct her etiquette. In her panic, she was gently stopped by Meng Tingyue.

"No problem. I've observed your body movements. Have you ever learned martial arts specifically?"

Li Jiaoyu explained softly, "My dear Crown Princess, I learned a little from my father when I was young, and before my brother left home, I received some pointers from him."

Meng Tingyue seemed to be thinking about something. "These two maids beside me also know a little bit about martial arts. Could you teach them a thing or two?"

Upon hearing this, Li Jiaoyu felt flattered and quickly said modestly, "My skills are just mediocre. How dare I show off in front of the Crown Princess?"

"No problem, win or lose, I can promise you that I will ask His Highness about your brother on your behalf."