The sick king's bride to bring him good fortune

Even so, it did surprise Ruan Mozhu. They were childhood sweethearts after all. Their feelings were indeed very deep. Naturally, it was understandable that she resented her so much; after all, her childhood sweetheart had been taken away because of her. Moreover, even the position of princess had been stolen from her. So, no matter what, she would harbor resentment towards her. If it were her, she would hate that person to death. Because, first come, first served—that's a principle one should always understand. Suddenly, she felt a little sorry for her. After all, her childhood sweetheart's relationship with the prince had been ruined because of her arrival, and naturally, she became the culprit. Their relationship was thus destroyed. Indeed, she was still just a bad person, and ultimately, no one liked her. However, for her, it didn't really matter at all. She didn't care about this person, so she didn't need to consider her feelings or worry about her feelings. Since she didn't care, she was indifferent to any opinions. Ruan Mozhu returned with Su'er, feeling there was nothing worthwhile to see at the market. She even felt that the branch she encountered was going too far. Finally back at Zhuqing Pavilion, Ruan Mozhu immediately felt a sense of warmth. Actually, what she disliked most was women's infighting, because she felt it was meaningless. Why did these women like to do such things? Women should have their own careers and shouldn't rely too much on men. After Zhihan's open and covert struggle with her, Ruan Mozhu found it boring and went to bed early, fully clothed. She felt the main hall was really cold. Ruan Mozhu had been thinking of having Su'er come in to keep her company, so she was about to stand up and leave the main hall to call Su'er in. But to her utter surprise, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of her – what impressive lightness skill! Ruan Mozhu was astonished, but she also knew that in her current state, he was probably here to interrogate her. "What, Your Highness, what are you doing here?" She recognized the prince, who smiled, his laughter particularly abrupt in the darkness. He slowly turned around and said, "What, are you doing quite well here now? Why aren't you going back to the palace? What do you want to do?" Ruan Mozhu smiled inwardly, her laughter unusually clear, because she hadn't expected the prince to interrogate her like this. What was this all about? "What, Your Highness? You have your own career, but I can't? Am I just going to be your woman, and then stand by as your foil? Although I am a woman, I should also have my own space. So, I hope Your Highness will not interfere." Ruan Mozhu was now truly confronting the prince directly. She genuinely felt that there were things she didn't need his interference in, but he always treated her like a mere woman, constantly trying to lecture her. However, she didn't want that kind of treatment; rather, he wanted to imprison her, confining her to a cage to be his woman. Had he ever considered her feelings? She didn't want that kind of life; she wanted an ordinary life, the life of a strong woman, not just a caged bird. The female protagonist looked at him and continued, "Has Your Highness considered my feelings? In the palace, I've always obeyed Your Highness's orders. When Your Highness suffered amnesia, I had to find ways to help you. But when have I ever had my own space? So, I'm tired. I need my own things, my own space. Therefore, please, Your Highness, stop meddling." Ruan Mozhu now felt that everything she did was for her own sake. She truly didn't want anyone else interfering in her affairs, but she never expected that this prince would become so meddlesome. "Actually, I never expected that we wouldn't even have this much trust left," Ruan Mozhu said. "Trust is gone, yes, it should have been there, but you regained your memories and didn't tell me. Have you ever trusted me? Trust is mutual, just like the action of force. If you hit someone, you also feel pain. Everything is reciprocal. Don't you understand, Your Highness?" Ruan Mozhu wanted to laugh more and more as she thought about it, because she felt she had no freedom at all. Although everything was in the prince's hands, had the prince ever considered her feelings? "So, how should I treat you?" Ruan Mozhu never expected the prince to ask for her opinion, especially since men were superior to women in this ancient society. But now, the prince was asking for her opinion, so she thought he must respect her. Unfortunately, in her eyes, it was all just pretense. "You only ask my thoughts now? Have you considered that it's all too late?" "In this palace, although there isn't as much scheming as in the harem, have you considered how exhausting all that I've done, including all that I've done for you?" In truth, Ruan Mozhu had indeed sacrificed a great deal for the prince. After all, she felt she could be very strong on her own, capable of accomplishing many things. She never imagined that the prince had been hiding something from her all along. Now, like a deflated balloon, she didn't want to think about anything anymore. "Do you think I've been using you all along? I know your intelligence is different from others, you even possess great wisdom and cleverness, but after how I treat you, can't you use your brain and think things through?" Ruan Mozhu laughed. "Used? Haven't you used me enough? Including dealing with the Crown Prince, don't think I'm a fool. It's just that those involved are blinded, while bystanders see clearly. Now, I've figured everything out, so you shouldn't interfere in my affairs anymore. After all, it's not like I'm not afraid of something as simple as divorce." Ruan Mozhu's eyes naturally held a cunning glint. Su'er was slightly taken aback, then smiled understandingly.