Although it was an accident, Han Mo was a daughter of a boudoir. If someone took a look at her, the best way was to marry Cheng Fenglou.
only……
Cheng Fenglou is a rare official from a poor family. He has no power behind him, and he has always been loyal. The most important thing is that he is still young, has potential, and has an unlimited future.
Everything is good, except for one thing - dead brains.
He had been offered two marriages before, and both women were extremely satisfied, but Cheng Fenglou himself refused.
Especially the eldest lady of the Jiang family, it is said that she cried so hard that she almost hanged herself.
Jiang Yan, the Minister of Household Affairs, was an important minister, and he was also a slave to his daughter.
After such a farce, Cheng Fenglou would rather die than marry Jiang Yushu.
Therefore, in order to take the Jiang family's face into consideration, the emperor could only send Cheng Fenglou out at that time.
Now...this brat has only been back to Beijing for a long time, so why did he do something like this again?!
The emperor stroked his forehead and motioned for Han Chun to go out first.
Silence returned to the palace, Cheng Fenglou pursed his lips tightly and knelt on the ground.
The emperor looked at Cheng Fenglou with a headache.
"What does Cheng Aiqing have to say?"
Cheng Fenglou lowered his head.
"I was reckless and offended Miss Han, but... I have no romantic feelings towards Miss Han."
"It's not about your intention now, it's about the Han family..."
It is rare for an emperor to give good advice.
"As a censor, Han Chun is extremely prestigious among the public officials. If you go to court because of this matter, it will not only be bad for you, but also for me!"
"Do you have a favorite woman?"
Cheng Fenglou was stunned and still didn't speak.
However, his fingers touched his chest without leaving any trace.
There, a handkerchief embroidered with two crows was placed firmly in his pocket.
"If you don't speak, then you are gone?"
The emperor looked at Cheng Fenglou troubledly.
"I'll marry you without you. Anyway, the relationship between husband and wife can be cultivated!"
Cheng Fenglou continued to remain silent to the end.
"If you refuse this time... I'm afraid you will be suppressed in the future in the court. You are a talent, and I don't want to lose my talent because of these things, but you must also understand my painstaking efforts..."
This is already a great deal of face. If I don't accept it anymore, it will be a crime of disobedience.
Cheng Fenglou clenched his fists but still lowered his head.
"I...I will obey your Majesty's will!"
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The imperial edict was promulgated very quickly, and the emperor's edict granting marriage came down that day, which could barely stop the long talk.
But... Wen Yuwan, who was temporarily living in Prince Yu's Mansion, exploded.
"Heartless and unjust! A heartless man!"
Wen Yuwan's face was filled with tears and she threw the embroidered handkerchief in her hand while crying.
The embroidered handkerchief fell lightly to the ground, and there was a hideous lotus pattern on it.
"Okay, okay, don't cry anymore! There are thousands of good men in the world, and we don't lack one of them, right?"
Wen Ranran now had the consciousness of being the eldest sister, and she was wiping Wen Yuwan's tears while giving her kind words and persuasion.
Wen Yuwan was suddenly comforted and threw herself into Wen Ranran's arms with a whoosh.
"Wuwuwu...I, I am sorry for him, but I apologized to him."
"I cooked porridge for him, and my hands got a lot of blisters from them."
"I...I was still practicing female prostitutes, and my fingers were pricked by needles many times."
"I've been so kind to him... If he doesn't like me, he can just say so. Why would he accept my veil..."
Wen Yuwan cried until the pear blossoms were wet with rain.
Wen Ranran felt dizzy after hearing this. When she recalled what happened today, something was still wrong.
"That's not right. Han Mo was so in love with His Highness the Crown Prince that she wanted to marry someone else now."
Memories surged in her mind, and in the flash of lightning, Wen Ranran suddenly remembered what Concubine Tao said when she went to attend the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet and saved Wen Yuwan, who was eating melons and watching.
"Miss Han's figure is from the East Palace, right?"
If the relationship hadn't developed to a certain level, how could it be possible to send clothes? Could it be that... Han Mo and the prince already had a physical relationship at that time?