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Ling Yu thought he looked so good when he smiled, like the warm sun. A smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The sound of the piano was pleasant, one song after another.

"Sweet." Ji Yang bit a piece of cake, frowned, and then drank two cups of tea.

Ling Yu slowly got up, walked to his side, raised her hand to help him pour tea, and her outstretched hand was pulled violently.

With a cry of surprise, she fell into a strong embrace. Ling Yu's face suddenly changed, and her body suddenly stiffened.

Ji Yang was very close to her, stretched out his hand to circle her waist, a pair of narrow phoenix eyes staring at him, his lower jaw was tight, and he stretched out his index finger to lift her chin, "Princess, it seems that you haven't answered the king's question just now."

Ling Yu's palms were sweaty, and her expression was unsettled, "...What's the question?"

"Is marrying this king wronged you?" Ji Yang continued to look at her, with a meaningful emotion in his eyes.

Hearing this, Ling Yu's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she subconsciously denied, "No, the prince misunderstood."

"I don't think I misunderstood anything, but I think the princess has many dissatisfactions with me." Ji Yang did not let her go, but stretched out two fingers, pinched a strand of her hair and played with it.

Ling Yu was very stubborn. She knew she was right, but she didn't dare to look him in the eye. Her lips moved several times, and finally she squeezed out a sentence, "The prince thought too much."

"Oh?" Ji Yang's mouth corners slightly raised, and he spoke casually, "Are you sure, princess?"

"I am sure." Ling Yu's thoughts had been restrained, and she stood up in his arms, "Whether it is the wedding night or the tea offering, the prince has the right not to do so, and I cannot interfere with the prince's decision."

Whether it is grievance or resentment, that is her fate. Ji Yang did not agree to this marriage from the beginning. He has the right to refuse, and there is no reason to go along with her.

The hand that the prince was holding in her hair froze, as if he had not expected her to say that. Facing her clear and beautiful eyes, he took his hand back and looked away, "Ordinary people either get angry and show off their faces, or compromise, but you, the princess, can say it."

"This is what I think in my heart." Ling Yu lowered her eyebrows and answered him.

"You are worthy of being my princess, you are broad-minded, dignified and virtuous."

Listening to what he said, Ling Yu's eyes were filled with emotions, but her face remained calm. She stood up from him, "It's getting late. There will be an early court tomorrow. The prince should rest."

"Indeed." Ji Yang also stood up.

Ling Yu followed him and wanted to see him out. During the period, she said, "The queen mother sent three palace maids yesterday. I placed them in Nanyuan. There are still idle houses in Nanyuan. The dancers brought back by the prince are also placed there."

Except for the day when he was drunk, Ji Yang had never stayed here, and she had gotten used to it.

No one wants to push their husband out, but she is a princess, and her husband is not an ordinary person, so she is destined not to be the only one.

Not to mention that the relationship between the two is not good, even if it is good, women also have inconveniences, and there must be someone to serve him and help him to have children.

"Are you in a hurry to drive me away?" Ji Yang turned around, narrowed his eyes, and revealed a hint of danger.

"I don't mean that." Ling Yu hurriedly denied. Wasn't he about to walk to the door? Did she misunderstand?

"Can't I rest here with the princess?" Ji Yang seemed to be arguing with her, and changed his pace and walked towards the bedroom.

Ling Yu was stunned by his momentum.

"Why don't you come and help me change clothes?" Ji Yang's voice came from inside, and the momentum was not small. She really couldn't figure him out, and was afraid that he would misunderstand again, so she hurried inside.

As a new wife, Ling Yu was also a little clumsy in serving people. At this time, she was unbuckling Ji Yang's belt and taking off his coat.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw her delicate eyebrows and eyes. He could smell her faint fragrance when he was close to her.

The two of them lay flat on the bed, and no one spoke.

This was the first time Ling Yu slept in the same bed with him who was conscious. She was uneasy and nervous and didn't dare to turn over.

She bit her lower lip secretly. Why did she talk so much just now? Ji Yang was obviously provoked by her.

As for Aunt Xu repeatedly emphasizing to her that she would take the initiative to help with pregnancy, her face flushed when she thought about it. How could she do such a despicable behavior?

Ji Yang, who was sleeping next to her, had already closed his eyes and was silent. In fact, he was not much calmer than her.

His heart was beating, her breath was in his nostrils, and his emotions were fluctuating, like a young man who had just begun to fall in love and was extremely immature.

Facing Ling Yu, he really was.

In the previous life, the two had no physical contact. After being imprisoned, they had a deep relationship but were seriously ill, and they were too guilty to think about it.

Ling Yu opened her eyes and did not sleep, not daring to make any big movements to wake up Ji Yang.

From the hour of Hai to the hour of Zi, the night was getting deeper and deeper.

Ling Yu's body was aching, and she held her breath, trying to quietly turn over and move around, but after just two moves, Ji Yang followed her and turned over.

A pair of long hands reached out and pressed on her waist, and then she suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed the hand on her waist.

Ling Yu fell into his arms again.

Before she could react, his hands on her body moved a few times, and he hugged her with both hands and feet, treating her as a pillow.

He rubbed here, sniffed there, and the most excessive thing was to pinch.

"Your Majesty." Ling Yu hurriedly stopped him.

Ji Yang did not open his eyes, frowned, and looked unhappy. He hugged her a little tighter, and Ling Yu was stiff again.

She felt uncomfortable being held, so she gently pushed him, "Prince?"

"Mother." Ji Yang called out in a low voice, with a hint of grievance in his words, "Father, please look at the words written by your son."

"Same as my brother."

"Queen mother..."

…

He didn't know what he was dreaming about, and his tone was very hurt. He spoke softer and softer, letting go of her and shrinking back.

Ling Yu's eyes showed distress, but she took the initiative to step forward, her voice became softer, she reached out to hug him, and patted his back gently.