The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

In the Princess Consort's memory, the Prince of Zhen did not seem to have lied to her.

He preferred to remain silent.

However, they won't lie.

Princess Zhen did not expose Prince Zhen's lie. Instead, she took his hand, pressed him down to sit at the desk, and said softly, "Your Highness, drink your porridge first. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Yes, Your Highness, you've worked hard."

The Prince of Zhen picked up a spoon and began to gulp down the porridge, wolfing it down.

When Princess Zhen saw Prince Zhen's appearance, her heart sank slightly.

The Prince of Zhen is usually very refined, and he has never eaten so rudely before. Why is he in such a hurry? Where is he rushing off to and what is he doing?

However, thinking of the affection the Prince of Zhen had shown her over the years, the Princess Consort held back and said gently, "Your Highness, please slow down. If you're not full, there's more in the pot."

"it is good."

The Prince of Zhen finished the porridge in a few big gulps. He handed the bowl to the Princess of Zhen and said, "Princess, you should go back to your room and rest. I have something to do in my study for a while."

"Yes, Your Highness." The Princess Consort did not expose the Prince, but gently and considerately instructed, "Your Highness, it's late, get some rest, I'll be waiting for you."

She was reminding the Prince that no matter how late he returned to the courtyard, she would wait for him.

The Prince of Zhen's gaze faltered, his hand trembled slightly, and he seemed a little guilty, but he pretended to be calm and said, "I'll come as soon as I'm done."

Princess Zhen smiled slightly, picked up the bowl, and left the study.

Once outside the study, Princess Zhen tightly gripped the handkerchief in her hand, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes.

Her expectations were too high. How can a husband and wife be absolutely honest with each other?

The Prince of Zhen has been good enough to her; she should be content, after all, she has not borne him any children.

She had previously advised the Prince of Zhen to take a concubine, but the Prince of Zhen told her very seriously.

If you marry her, you must cherish her, love her for a lifetime, be one with her for life, and have no other partner in this life.

The Prince of Zhen did not just talk the talk; he consistently put his promise into action.

She believed in the Prince of Zhen and never doubted him all these years.

She never doubted sincerity, but sincerity is fleeting.

Princess Zhen took a deep breath and strode towards her courtyard.

The Prince of Zhen kept looking at the Princess Consort until her figure completely disappeared from sight. He then withdrew his gaze and took the letter out of his sleeve again.

He stared at the words on the letter. He recognized all the words, but they felt completely unfamiliar.

He crumpled the letter into a ball, held it tightly in his hand, leaned back, and closed his eyes.

He was waiting, waiting for the appointed time to go see the person mentioned in the letter.

Some things need to be resolved.

At 1:15 PM, the Prince of Zhen appeared precisely at the location agreed upon in the letter.

There is an abandoned garden in the city that transforms into a beautiful garden every spring, making it a popular spot for couples to date.

The Prince of Zhen stood where he had stood years ago and saw a figure behind the big tree in front of him.

His figure appeared and disappeared, just like the way that person used to play hide-and-seek with him back then.

They had agreed to meet here.

If the other person arrives first, she will hide behind a big tree and secretly observe him.

She didn't want him to find her, so she would hide for a while and then peek out again.

Playful and cute.

The good old days...

The Prince of Zhen was still lost in his memories of the past when the figure in front of him walked out.

"The prince is as punctual as ever, not a moment early, not a moment late."

The Prince of Zhen's gaze fell on the figure. He saw that she was wearing a veil, so he could not see her face, but he could still feel her powerful aura.

She is no longer the innocent and passionate young girl she once was.

Her tone was no longer the teasing and joking of the past, but rather a condescending interrogation.

The Prince of Zhen bowed respectfully to the person opposite him, asking, "May I ask why Your Majesty has summoned me here?"

Upon hearing the word "Your Highness," the veiled woman stiffened, anger rising within her, and her tone became sarcastic, "Your Highness never used to call me Your Highness, but now you're acting all distant."

"We are of different genders, so I should call you Your Highness. If Your Highness has anything to say, please speak directly." The Prince of Zhen's tone was polite but distant.

"Your Highness, are you in such a hurry? Is your wife waiting for you to return? When did the dignified Prince of Zhen become henpecked? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out?"

The veiled woman's tone was distinctly sour, and her voice had turned cold.

“I won’t rest unless I go back to my wife. Being henpecked and controlled is my choice and my happiness. I’m upright and honest, and I’m never afraid of anyone laughing at me.”

The Prince of Zhen looked calm and composed, but when he mentioned his Princess Consort, his eyes were filled with tenderness.

The veiled woman gritted her teeth, snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "Aren't you afraid people will call you a coward? Does the Prince Zhen's mansion belong to the Shen family or the Gu family?"

"What does it matter what surname the Prince of Zhen's family has? As long as my princess is happy, I'll do whatever she wants. It's not like I haven't been called a good-for-nothing before, so what's there to care about?" The Prince of Zhen's tone also became somewhat unpleasant.

The veiled woman was startled; she was the one who had once called the town king a good-for-nothing.

In an instant, her tone softened as she asked the Prince of Zhen, "Are you still holding a grudge against me for what happened back then?"

“Your Majesty, the past is the past, and I have long since stopped holding a grudge against you. To be precise, I have never held a grudge against you.” These heartfelt words from the Prince of Zhen further enraged the veiled woman.

The veiled woman longed to hear the town king's hoarse voice questioning her, scolding her, saying he hated her, and cursing her for being heartless.

Deep love, deep hatred.

His hatred for her is the only way he still loves her.

At this moment, he felt no hatred towards her, treating her like a familiar stranger, proving that he no longer had any love for her.

She couldn't accept this fact.

"King of the Town!" the veiled woman shouted sharply.

"Your subject is here." The Prince of Zhen bowed, his tone respectful but his attitude distant.

The phrase "Your subject is here" was like a sharp blade, piercing the Empress's heart.

The Empress's breath hitched, her heart felt like it was being torn apart.

It turns out that she was the only one still living in the past all these years; the Prince of Zhen had long since let go.

She played the clown in a one-woman show, filled with anger, resentment, pain, and helplessness...

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the veiled woman stared at the town king in silence.

The Prince of Zhen lowered his head slightly, avoiding looking at the veiled woman, and remained silent.

After a long silence, the Prince of Zhen spoke first, “Your Majesty, I will keep my appointment tonight to tell you that you should not come looking for me again. I will not come out again. What happened between Your Majesty and me is long gone. I love my Princess now and hope that Your Majesty will not disturb us again.”

The Empress listened with a heavy heart as the Prince of Zhen confessed his love to his wife. Only after the Prince of Zhen finished speaking did she say, "Please help your son."