Han Qingwan was busy in the kitchen for more than an hour, making several snacks and dishes.

After finishing, he dressed up again, put on a light red dress with gold all over, and a jade-colored cloak half rolled up, and waited at the gate of Luoyuan.

The clothes were all sent by the chief historian of the Prince's Mansion, and they were all made of Yun brocade. These things that I once looked up to and envied in the past have now become easily available.

Similarly, those whom she once looked up to and was jealous of will be easily trampled under her feet in the future and will never be able to stand up again.

The path ahead is winding and the plum trees are sparsely spaced. Under the illumination of the palace lanterns, a tall figure appears in the field of vision.

Han Qingwan put away the anger that unconsciously showed on her face, changed her face to a dignified and decent one, and looked at the handsome and handsome man with a smile, just like a wife waiting for her husband to return home, with an eager and implicit smile in her eyes.

Zhao Chen walked calmly and looked at the affectionate and dignified woman at the door of the courtyard with a serious gaze.

After another reincarnation, her behavior has not changed at all.

When he came closer, Han Qingwan took a few steps forward, bowed slowly, narrowed her eyes and said softly, "Prince."

Zhao Chen said calmly, "Since you are not in good health, there is no need to go out and stand in the cold wind."

Han Qingwan said softly, "It's just two boards, it won't be a problem. But you, the Crown Prince..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Chen had already passed her and headed into the courtyard.

Han Qingwan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and followed in.

She watched the prince go straight into the hall on the first floor, but she didn't understand why the prince became so cold.

There were three attendants following the prince. One was Wei Xiao, the bodyguard who always accompanied the prince, whom she recognized; the other was Liang Zhong, the chief minister, who arranged daily life for the past two days; the other was a tall guard with a knife on his face.

The scars were a bit scary, but she had never seen them before.

She went to the kitchen and brought out steaming snacks, and gave Liang Zhong and the others a plate, "Liang Changshi, the Crown Prince..."

Liang Zhong smiled and accepted the snack, "It's not a glorious thing to be scolded by a cane, but you prefer not to open the pot. The prince has just returned from the palace, and he has worked hard for you. Miss, please be more considerate.

Bar."

Han Qingwan immediately regretted that she had said the wrong thing just now. Yes, both the emperor and the queen mother were dissatisfied with their marriage. How could the prince be in such a good mood?

If she made the prince dissatisfied and lost his patience with her, the prince's concubine would be in vain, and the third prince's road would be blocked, and she would have no way out.

Han Qingwan went to the hall with snacks, and Zhao Chen was already sitting at the dining table.

Han Qingwan brought two plates of snacks to Zhao Chen and whispered softly, "Prince, these are the plum blossom cake and glutinous rice osmanthus cake made by my daughter. They have just been cooked. Try them to see if they suit your appetite. Dinner is already served.

It’s ready and will be put on the table right away.”

Zhao Chen glanced at the glutinous rice and osmanthus cake on the plate. It was exquisitely made and in the shape of a plum blossom. It was not like a soft, round ball with no shape at all.

Seeing his eyes falling on the glutinous rice and osmanthus cake, Han Qingwan hurriedly took one and put it on the plate in front of him, "Prince, please try it. I know you don't like sweets, so I only added a little sugar and only a little osmanthus honey."

A little bit."

She knew that the prince loved to eat glutinous rice and osmanthus cake, and he ate a lot of Han Youning's cake. She got a piece of Han Youning's cake in private, and she knew how to make it at a glance, and it had to be more delicate and delicious.

She has this confidence, and the prince will definitely love it after eating it.

Zhao Chen only glanced at it briefly, but didn't even move. He said quietly, "Let's set the meal."

Han Qingwan was stunned for a moment, "Yes."

The table was covered with dinner, some cooked in the dining room and some cooked by Han Qingwan, and a jug of wine was also placed.

Liang Zhong smiled and poured wine for the two of them.

Han Qingwan only drank two glasses of wine before her face started to turn red. The sky was already dark at this time, and it was inevitable for a man and a woman to drink together in an ambiguous manner.

Under the dim candlelight, Zhao Chen's eyes were dark, and his handsome face was dim and unclear, revealing a different kind of charm that made people's hearts sway.

Han Qingwan was fascinated by it.

Zhao Chen lowered his eyes and drank the wine, his eyes clear.

When the pot of wine was gone, he stood up and walked upstairs.

Han Qingwan's face was already flushed. She stood up unsteadily and staggered. The guards on the side quickly caught her and helped her up the stairs.

Han Qingwan used the last ray of clarity to see Zhao Chen standing in the middle of the inner room, looking at her with a pair of dark eyes.

With what little sense she had left, she knew what was going to happen next and the importance of chastity.

But the prince is cold, and she must hold on to him tightly and cannot disobey him. As long as the prince has her in his heart, she will have everything she wants.

Moreover, there was a fire burning in her heart, making her long for the prince's closeness.

Han Qingwan pushed the guard away, stumbled to the bed, sat down, and said with charming eyes, "Prince..."

Zhao Chen had no expression on his face, waved his sleeves, and the candles in the inner room were extinguished, plunging him into darkness.

The clouds covered the moon, and the Luoyuan was dark and silent.

The gong sounded at the second watch.

It's midnight again.

Under the corridor on the first floor, in the darkness, a tall figure stood upright, with angular features vaguely visible.

The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month passed by him, and it suddenly became a bit colder.

It became quiet on the second floor.

Han Qingwan lay in the brocade quilt, weak and weak.

She had secretly listened to mothers and wives talking dirty words in private, so she was not completely ignorant of this kind of thing.

Just now... the prince must have been extremely satisfied with her, so he lost his cool.

There was the sound of rustling clothes being put on outside the bed.

Han Qingwan said softly, "Prince, won't you stay here?"

The candlelight lit up, and Zhao Chen stood in front of the window neatly dressed, with a tall and majestic figure on his back, and a golden dragon circling.

He said quietly, "No."

He no longer had the same enthusiasm as before, and it was like a blazing flame that instantly turned into ice.

Han Qingwan was a little disappointed, but she comforted herself that the prince's temperament was like this. He was used to being a master, so he naturally had to be aloof, indifferent and self-sufficient.

She blushed and whispered, "I will be the crown prince's son after I am born. I heard that when you marry into the royal family, you need to take a physical exam..."

Zhao Chen said quietly, "If I don't let you test it, they won't be able to test it."

Han Qingwan's heart dropped. The prince certainly has this ability.

As long as the prince approves of her, everything else won't be a problem. As for the white brocade handkerchief she wore on the wedding night, it would be easy to fake it.

In this case, there is nothing wrong with it.

Zhao Chen didn't look at her, turned around and left the inner room.

Han Qingwan looked at the empty door sadly, Prince, why can't you stay?

There were heavy footsteps downstairs, and the maid came in carrying hot water and went to the clean room next door.

The maid in green clothes walked to the bed and said softly, "Miss, the water is ready. I will help you take a bath."

Han Qingwan asked her, "Are there any concubines in the prince's palace?"

The maid in green clothes smiled and said, "No."

"Where's the girl from the first room?"

"No."
Chapter completed!