Chapter 37 A Bitter Feeling

Zhao Tong, who was outside, heard Qingwu's exclamation and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Before Qing Wu could answer, Xiao Ji had already pressed down on the back of her neck to stop her from making a sound, and said anxiously, "Nothing, just a shake."

He was only concerned with stopping Zhao Tong from opening the car door to look inside, but he forgot what consequences this would cause.

The moment his palm pressed down, the girl's upper body was completely pressed against his body. When her soft part touched his chest, waist and abdomen, the boy's body instantly stiffened, like a wooden sculpture.

Qingwu was not much better than him. Although she often teased the young man, it was just verbal teasing and there was no serious physical contact.

This time, his palm held her weakest point, and the warmth from his palm was transmitted through her skin. The warmth and danger made Qingwu tremble for a moment. The strange feeling made her cheeks feel hot, and her mind instantly lost its ability to think.

The two men just stood there, waiting for the other to make the first move. They were in a stalemate until the wheels turned a few times, and then they woke up as if from a dream and suddenly separated as if they had thorns on each other.

Xiao Ji withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted and turned his head away awkwardly. Qing Wu sat up straight, lowered his head and pretended to tidy up his clothes. The atmosphere was extremely awkward for a moment and neither of them dared to look at each other.

The boy's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he pursed his lips tightly, trying to ease the embarrassment, but it was in vain. He couldn't help but look around to ease the embarrassment, but his eyes met Qingwu again. He was so startled that he immediately turned his eyes away. Their eyes met and then looked away in an instant.

The boy's red face and uneasy look reminded Qingwu of the little rabbit she once raised, especially the pair of eyes that became lively when frightened. They were particularly similar, filled with a little helplessness and panic, which made him particularly lovable.

Somehow, Qingwu's shyness suddenly faded away. She looked at the boy in front of her and smiled, covering her lips.

So what if he was once the crown prince? Isn’t he still as cute as an ordinary young man?

Amid the sound of horse hooves, they headed towards the temporary palace. In the Zichen Palace, there was a person standing by the window looking towards the palace gate.

Bai De'an handed over a cup of tea, but Xiao Yuancheng didn't take it. His eyes wandered, and after a long pause, he sighed, "What do you think? Shouldn't I have lied to him?"

Bai De'an lowered his head, his gaze fixed on his toes. After a moment's silence, he carefully considered his words and said, "Your Majesty, how can this be considered a lie? The head of the Imperial Hospital stated that the Sixth Prince's leg injury would be difficult to recover from. You were simply telling the truth."

I just omitted the word "I'm afraid" when I conveyed it.

Xiao Yuancheng glanced at Bai De'an lightly, knowing that he was avoiding the main point. However, he had never expected to hear the truth from the mouth of a eunuch who depended on him for a living. He said calmly, "I did lie to him, but if I hadn't said that, how could those old stubborn people calm down so quickly?"

Thinking of how many old stubborn people in the court wanted to support the crown prince from the beginning, he was filled with hatred. Emperor Yang was in power at the age of 71 before he abdicated. Why was he targeted to sit on the throne at the age of 50? He could still hold power for another ten years!

At this time, he had already forgotten that his father, Zhongzong, died after only ten years in office. How could he conclude that he had inherited his grandmother's genes for longevity?

Xiao Yuancheng thought he was still strong and healthy, but he didn't know that in the eyes of some old ministers, his condition was not much different from that of his father before his death.

Although the old ministers who had planned to appoint another crown prince due to Xiao Ji's broken leg had calmed down on the surface, they all felt a sense of worry in their hearts. The vacant crown prince position would surely usher in another bloody storm...

Some people were traveling, some were attending the morning court, and in another part of the capital, a pair of mandarin ducks had just risen from their red luan tent.

Xi Qingtong is the person Song Yunhe has always dreamed of. Once his wish comes true, he will naturally not miss it. Xi Qingtong has not yet recovered from her panic. In order to completely win Song Yunhe's heart, she did not pretend to be reserved. The two of them were seduced that night and spent a night of passion together.

The morning light filtered through the carved window lattices, casting a few rays of warm light gently onto the carved bed. Xi Qingtong lazily sat up from the red-luan tent, her cloud-like hair draped freely over her shoulders, obscuring a large area of ​​her breasts.

The man beside her was still fast asleep, his moon-white undershirt casually scattered on the brocade quilt embroidered with twin lotus flowers, and the red robe she had taken off last night lay on the ground like flowing clouds.

Xi Qingtong lightly lifted up her red robe with her jade feet and then threw it down. She glanced at the bedroom that originally belonged to the twin sisters and suddenly chuckled, with a very proud tone in her laughter.

The heart that had been hanging in the air all night was finally able to settle down. So what if he was my twin sister's husband? He was still my own now.

Her eyes traced Song Yunhe's handsome face, and the curve of her lips became even bigger. This was the new top scholar in the imperial examination. Thinking that she could escape from the desperate situation of being a commoner's wife, Xi Qingtong couldn't help but admire herself.

As expected, girls like her are born with good luck and can live a decent life no matter what.

At this moment, she had completely forgotten her previous disdain for Song Yunhe. After noticing the man beside her making a move, her eyes suddenly changed, becoming shy and lingering.

Song Yunhe slowly woke up, and what he saw was Xi Qingtong's shy and affectionate appearance. He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke a strand of hair on her cheek, saying obsessedly: "Qingtong, you are so beautiful."

Xi Qingtong lowered her eyes slightly, a perfect blush on her cheeks, and she pushed him lightly and said angrily: "Cousin, you only know how to coax people with your mouth."

Having said that, she couldn't hide the pride and satisfaction in her eyes.

She nuzzled into Song Yunhe's arms again, her voice soft and pleading: "Cousin, I am yours now, please don't betray me in the future..."

The sudden fall from the prince's concubine to the wife of a commoner left a huge shadow on Xi Qingtong. There was a slight tremor in her voice that she didn't even notice.

Song Yunhe happened to love the soft and submissive look of women. Seeing her like this, he took her into his arms and promised: "Don't worry, I, Song Yunhe, will protect you and make you a royal consort in the future."

These words made Xi Qingtong feel a little relieved, but it was not enough. So she showed an expression of gratitude and then pretended to feel guilty and said, "Cousin... am I too selfish... If you regret it, I will go and exchange it with her..."

Song Yunhe was immersed in the gentleness of the moment, so he rejected it without even thinking: "Nonsense!"

He lifted up Xi Qingtong's face and saw tears in her eyes, which made him feel even more pity for her. Thinking that Qingwu would still give him a cold look, Song Yunhe smiled and said:

"You've been pampered since childhood, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. You deserve to enjoy every bit of glory. Your sister grew up in the countryside, so why not go back?"

I completely forgot what I said to my colleagues downstairs of Zhuangyuan Building yesterday, and the hand I extended involuntarily.

Hearing this, Xi Qingtong was finally satisfied. She curled her lips and raised her head, offering him a kiss. Her red lips parted slightly, and her breath was as sweet as orchid: "Cousin, you are so nice~"

With her taking the initiative, Song Yunhe naturally couldn't restrain himself. In the morning light, the two overlapping figures overlapped again, making ambiguous sounds.

It was not until noon that the two of them finally got up and were helped by their maids to put on their clothes.

Song Yunhe glanced casually, his gaze suddenly pausing. A flower had landed at Xi Qingtong's feet. It was the light green peony that had fallen from her futou during their passionate love affair last night.

She was completely unaware of the gazes behind her, and walked gracefully, stepping over the flower nonchalantly.

The trampled peony looked a little disheveled, and no one would pick it up, but Song Yunhe's eyes seemed to be fixed on the flower.

He hesitated for a few moments, but when Xi Qingtong turned around to talk to the maid, he quickly bent down and hid the peony in his sleeve.

When his fingertips touched the soft petals, Song Yunhe naturally thought of the moment when Qingwu waved to him from upstairs with a smile on her face.

For some reason, the man who was originally satisfied suddenly felt a pang in his heart.