She doesn't understand how she is inferior to that Fu Yaxuan. She can't figure it out no matter what.【26nbsp;】

If this afternoon continues, maybe ten years later, maybe when her hair turns gray, Cui Moyao still won't fall in love with her!

She always thought that Cui Moyao would be moved by her dedication, but she overlooked one point. Men often don't like women who are too strong. Maybe he can't stand a woman with a high reputation like her. She doesn't have a sense of proportion in this regard, so she is destined to fail.

to his love.

For him, she could give up everything. Now, is it too late for her to be a well-behaved and gentle woman?

She narrowed her eyes and an idea flashed through her mind.

She's going to risk everything, huh! If a tiger doesn't show off its power, then He Wensong will think of her as a sick cat!

Cui Moyao dragged his heavy steps back to Beiyuan. Ever since he was a child, he has never been so empty, annoyed and tired as he is now. Why can't he get a woman?

He never even blinked when he killed someone, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do against her.

It was a cold winter night, and there was a faint fragrance of plum blossoms in the wind. He raised his head and looked out the window. At this moment, the dark clouds above his head were dispersing, and a full moon slowly appeared.

At this time, a maid came in with hot tea, put it down and left.

Cui Moyao closed the window and sat at the table, twisting the cup and taking a sip of hot tea. He didn't pay attention to the taste of the tea, so he didn't notice that the smell of the tea was different from before.

He Wensong smiled softly and pushed the door open. Her dark eyes were bright, with a hint of pride and cunning: "Your Majesty, haven't you fallen asleep yet?"

"Aren't you allowed to come in? Are your ears so long?" For a moment, his eyes turned gloomy.

"I'm here to serve the prince." She raised a beautiful smile.

"go out!"

"Besides this, do you have anything else to say to me?" She walked towards him slowly.

"Are you challenging my limits?" He stood up suddenly, but at this moment he felt a surge of blood. He pressed the table with his big palm, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"I don't dare." She said she didn't dare, but walked slowly and step by step in front of him, reaching out and holding his clenched fist.

"How dare you drug me!" His eyes turned red, and each word came out from between his teeth.

She avoided answering his questions and placed a pair of delicate hands on his chest, gently stroking his hard chest muscles, feeling his warmth and strength.

"What do you want?" He held her slender wrist to stop her from stroking his chest.

"What am I going to do? Can't you still see it?" She still smiled, unmoved at all, looking at him charmingly with her watery eyes, and the evil smile on her lips was so evil that it made people shiver.

"You..." Cui Moyao suddenly had a bad premonition.

"This is the wedding night you owe me. I have no choice. Who taught you to be so disobedient, so I have to use some tricks." He Wensong's expression was helpless, but the slight smile at the corner of her mouth revealed her pride.

"You're crazy." He looked at He Wensong warily and wanted to use his inner strength to break the rope, but found that all his inner strength had disappeared.

He pursed his lips and stared at her charming face with narrowed eyes, unable to control the flow of blood.

"Humph! After tonight, I will be your woman." She winked and smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you better than that sick and wilting Fu Yaxuan."

"There are so many women in the palace that I can get close to. Do you think you have to do it because I was drugged by you?" He raised his eyebrows and sneered.
Chapter completed!