"Then why do you want to bring her back? Why don't you refuse? And you want to put her up like a vase?" Yi Qingchen's words suddenly became a little aggressive. Feng Yiying sighed and gently touched her forehead.
Kissing lightly: "Qingchen, royal matters cannot be explained clearly in a few words. This incident of the prince's rebellion has made my father no longer trust anyone. Although Hua Ruyu is nominally the servant he gave me,
Concubine, in fact, is the eye he placed beside me, so I can't refuse... Don't worry, she is only my concubine in name. I will never touch her, let alone give her any status. Qingchen
, please feel aggrieved for a moment and endure it for a while. When I become the emperor, I will give you an explanation..." Sure enough! It's true! A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Yi Qingchen's lips, which was pretty much what she had guessed.
He couldn't help but sigh: "You are the prince now, and naturally there will be a large number of people entering the palace in the future. If you want to refuse, I'm afraid the ministers won't let you refuse. Everything is still unknown..." Feng Yiying
Yi Qingchen was stunned, hugged her tightly, and stared into her eyes: "Qingchen, you don't believe me?" Yi Qingchen shook her head, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and said: "It's not that I don't believe you, but
If you don’t believe your father, what if he wants to grant you another marriage? What if he gives you a few more orioles? Still can’t refuse?” Feng Yiying said with a smile: “Little fool, you are worrying too much.
My father just placed an 'eye' beside me. As long as flowers are like jade, my father will not give other women." Yi Qingchen smiled bitterly: "I don't have confidence in myself and doubt whether I can
With such a long-lasting charm, you are only afraid that when I am old and lose my beauty in the future..." Feng Yiying blocked her lips with her fingers: "Qingchen, what I love is you and your temperament.
, not your appearance, so you don’t have to worry about old age." Yi Qingchen blinked her eyes, held back the tears that were about to burst out, and suddenly fell into his arms,
He murmured: "Big Maple Leaf, I want to be your 'moonlight in front of the window' and 'a cinnabar mole on your heart', not 'mosquito blood' and 'rice particles stuck on your clothes.'"