"Your Highness, Prince Rong, has trouble hearing?"
I pushed Zhao Yanqing's hand away and stared at him with a sneer, "I said, I think you, Zhao Yanqing, are dirty."
"Mingzhen, do you know what you are talking about?"
Zhao Yanqing's palms trembled slightly, and his voice was full of sullenness.
At this moment, I finally saw a trace of evil in his eyes that was completely inconsistent with the appearance.
But, Zhao Yanqing is Zhao Yanqing after all.
Soon, he returned to his usual gentleness, looked at me deeply, and said, "Mingzhen, you have resentment in your heart, I understand."
"But don't force me to use force, okay?"
Use force?
Didn't he use force to force me to come here?
I lowered my head, calmly stirring the millet porridge in the bowl, and said in a calm tone, "If your Highness wants to use force, then use it."
"Anyway, if a civilian woman dies, she will die."
"you……"
Maybe I was too arrogant, so Zhao Yanqing finally stopped talking.
He lowered his eyes and put rice porridge into his mouth with a serious expression.
Undoubtedly, it was another lunch that was too depressing to swallow.
After lunch, Zhao Yanqing went out, and I continued to treat my legs as usual.
After having the silver needle inserted for two days in a row, my stump leg, which was already lame, seemed to be even more lame.
Fortunately, I don't go out all day long, so it doesn't have any impact.
It was already evening when Zhao Yanqing came back.
He has always been good at controlling his emotions. Even if he was so quarrelsome with me during the day, when he walked in the door now, he already had another gentle and kind face.
Following him was the boy named Ping Geer.
The boy still had his big dark eyes open, looking at me shyly and touching my hand cautiously.
What does this mean? In order to achieve his goal, Zhao Yanqing even used his children?
I was confused by the boy's move. I frowned slightly and asked Zhao Yanqing with a sullen face, "Your Highness, what does this mean?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yanqing picked up the boy and leaned over to sit on the bedside. He looked at the child who was still holding my hand in his arms, then looked at me and said warmly, "Mingzhen, this child heard what Mother Li said about you.
She is my wife, so I thought you were his mother, and said I wanted to sleep with you tonight."
So, Zhao Yanqing not only wants me to accompany him in acting, but also wants me to fulfill his cheap son’s wish for a mother?
However, when my son was alive, he would find it troublesome to even hug him...
Looking at Zhao Yanqing's eyes full of love, I felt extremely dazzled. I pulled back my hand fiercely, pushed the child away, and said coldly, "I am not your mother!"
"Dad, does mother dislike me?"
The boy's eyes were red and his face was full of astonishment.
Zhao Yanqing also looked very surprised. He looked at me in surprise for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but was eventually interrupted by the child's cry, so he had to hurriedly carry the child out of the door.
I don't know how long it took, until the child's crying gradually disappeared, and the familiar footsteps came from the door again.
I turned sideways and faced Zhao Yanqing with my back.
As the footsteps got closer and closer, Zhao Yanqing leaned over and sat beside the bed.
"Azhen." He reached out and patted my back gently.
I ignored it.
"Azhen, I know you're not asleep." Zhao Yanqing sighed, lay down, and put his hands on my waist. Then his head was close to my ear, and he called me in a low voice with a threatening tone, "
Mingzhen, if you keep pretending to sleep, I will really use force. You know that I have many tricks up my sleeve."