Having transmigrated into a book, who would still want to be a secondary wife?

"Third brother, let's go."

A smile played in Song Ruozhen's misty eyes as she tugged at Song Zhiyu, calling for him to leave together.

They came here to eavesdrop, and Chu Junting and his father were skilled in martial arts; if they didn't leave soon, they would be discovered.

Song Zhiyu was pulled away with a blank expression, and only after they had gone some distance did he finally say:

"Fifth Sister, do you think what the Prince said is true? Even if it's an oath, it shouldn't be this vicious, right?"

During my time in the palace, I've heard many rumors; the Prince of Chu is said to be the most promising of all the princes!

Song Ruozhen: "..."

"Fifth sister, have you ever thought about marrying the King of Chu? If you become the Empress one day, that would be incredible!" Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows. That would be second only to the King!

"What's so good about it?" Song Ruozhen asked indifferently. "Do you really like the Empress?"

Song Zhiyu shook his head, "Of course I don't like Your Majesty the Empress, but if you were to become one in the future, then I would like you!"

"You really are my brother!"

Song Ruozhen chuckled. Looking at her third brother's expression, she knew that he didn't have many worries on a daily basis. He thought simply and was happier, which was actually quite good.

As night deepened, Song Ruozhen was preparing to rest when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

"Miss, His Highness the Prince of Chu has arrived," Bai Zhitong announced.

Song Ruozhen raised her eyebrows slightly. Did the prince come so late because he had something to say to her after meeting her father and maternal grandfather?

"I know, you go down first."

The door creaked open, and Song Ruozhen saw the man standing outside.

The hazy moonlight shone on him, his handsome face flushed with a hint of drunkenness. His tall stature blocked out all the light, casting her into a shadow.

"Ruozhen".

Chu Junting looked at the woman in front of him and stroked her cheek with one hand.

The sudden closeness and intimate gestures made Song Ruozhen's eyes widen in surprise.

"Your Highness, are you drunk?"

Song Ruozhen noticed the smell of alcohol on the man; this was the first time she had ever seen Chu Junting drunk.

The man's hands, calloused and scarred from years of martial arts training, felt rough against her cheek, causing Song Ruozhen to tremble involuntarily.

"I'm not drunk."

Chu Junting stood there, his dark eyes sparkling with tiny starlight, and a joyful smile spread across his handsome face.

He just stared at the person in front of him.

It was tiny, with fair skin like jade, and delicate eyebrows and eyes that seemed to be etched into his heart. No matter how he looked at it, he could never get tired of it, and just looking at it brought him joy.

"I just missed you and wanted to come see you."

The sudden sweet words were like a feather brushing against Song Ruozhen's heart, making her feel tingly and ticklish. She couldn't help but say, "Don't you see me every day?"

Since leaving the capital, they had been together every day, and he even said he missed her.

"I see it every day, but I still miss it."

The man's voice was deeper than usual, his eyes fixed on her, his gaze tender and gentle, his voice carrying a hint of a sigh:

"You are so close to me, but sometimes you feel so far away. I'm always worried that I'll lose you at any moment."

Since childhood, he has always been a strategist, decisive, and patient person. However, after meeting the girl in front of him, he began to understand what it means to be anxious and insecure.

"You've had too much to drink. Let me help you back to rest."

Song Ruozhen chuckled, never expecting Chu Junting to be like this when drunk, speaking in words she couldn't understand, yet appearing exceptionally well-behaved.

Those sharp eyes, which usually carried a strong sense of pressure, now had slightly droopy corners, losing their sharpness and ferocity. The way they were filled with tiny starlight made them look like a dog's eyes, and she suddenly found him particularly cute like this.

It makes you want to pat his head and coax him.

"I'm not drunk," Chu Junting emphasized again.

"Okay, okay, you're not drunk," Song Ruozhen coaxed gently.

She knew, of course, that all drunk people liked to say they weren't drunk, and that it would be foolish to argue with them.

Just as she was pulling Chu Junting's arm to help him back, she was suddenly pulled into the man's arms.

The man's cool aura, accompanied by a faint scent of wine, enveloped Song Ruozhen. The air was slightly chilly, but his embrace was incredibly warm.

Song Ruozhen stumbled and instinctively leaned against the door. The man naturally protected her head but showed no intention of letting go.

"I want to hug you, just for a little while, okay?"

A man's magnetic voice reached her ears, seemingly bewitching and irresistible.

Song Ruozhen's pretty face flushed slightly. He was already hugging her, so why was he asking?

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at the man in front of her, and she almost suspected that he was pretending to be drunk. He was just too good at it!

"Did you agree?" Chu Junting asked again, with a hint of stubbornness, as if he wouldn't give up until he got her affirmative answer.

Song Ruozhen responded softly, feeling extremely embarrassed.

A low chuckle escaped the man's throat, tinged with satisfaction, and the arms around the woman's slender waist tightened.

"Zhen'er, you like me, right?"

Chu Junting lowered his head slightly, looking at the person in his arms, his dark eyes filled with urgency, as if he wanted a definite answer.

Song Ruozhen couldn't help but look up. Did this man ask all the things he couldn't say when he was sober, all while he was drunk?

If she didn't like it, why would she let him hold her? How did their relationship develop to this point?

"Can you promise me that no matter what unhappy things happen to you in the future, you will tell me and let me solve them?"

Hearing the sudden question, Song Ruozhen noticed a hint of somberness in the man's tone. She subconsciously tried to see his expression, wondering why he would ask such a question.

Could it be that after she left, his maternal grandfather and father made things difficult for him again?

However, the man's hand covered her head, causing her to bury her face in his chest and hear his strong heartbeat.

Her already burning cheeks became even more unbearable when she felt the intense heat of his chest. She instinctively tried to create some distance, but then she heard the man's pleading words.

"As long as you don't leave me, that's enough."

Song Ruozhen was slightly taken aback. When she looked up, she met the man's eyes, which were full of deep affection and faintly showed a hint of hurt.

She suddenly realized the hurt she had caused him by her previous rejection and her desire to escape.

It's not that he doesn't mind, he just hasn't shown it.

Her heart felt like it was being clenched tightly. She thought about how he had specially petitioned the Emperor for permission to be with her so that they could be together, and how he had tried so hard to gain the approval of her family. In fact, he had been working hard all along.

She was simply used to the man's stable and strong emotional side and hadn't thought about it deeply...