Chapter 111 Narcissism

"Chen Ming'an, the moon-white plain gauze gown and the stone-blue plain silk gown are different, right?" Zhu Huaizhen felt sleepy again and yawned continuously.

You say Chen Mingan is such a bastard, why is he so bastard and never lets her get enough sleep?

"Really, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard never wears such plain clothes." Chen Mingan whispered.

Chen Ming'an suspected the Jinyiwei commander's recent attire was all courtesy of Zhu Huaizhen. Among the makeup Zhu Huaizhen had bought for Zhao Lian'er was a plain, stone-blue silk gown. Zhao Lian'er had loved it and had coaxed him into wearing it. Fortunately, he had inexplicably chosen a moon-white, plain, fine gauze gown.

However, Zhu Huaizhen had a relationship with Lou Li in order to anger him, so he had to be on guard.

Haha, if Zhu Huaizhen knew what Chen Mingan was thinking, he would only sigh that the prince of Duke Dingguo’s Mansion was really narcissistic.

Is it really necessary for Zhu Huai to develop feelings with Lou Li just to make him angry?

After all, Zhu Huaizhen is Princess Ronghua, and she must be respectful even if her country is destroyed.

"Chen Ming'an, do you need me to talk to Ali and ask him not to wear plain clothes in the future?" Seeing that Chen Ming'an refused to leave, Zhu Huaizhen had to order him to leave.

"No need." Chen Mingan turned away.

Chen Mingan didn't know why he was so angry.

Maybe it was the word "Ali" which was very intimate and offended him.

After all, Zhu Huaizhen was the concubine.

After Chen Mingan left, Zhu Huaizhen suddenly came to his senses.

"Tu Mi, I was so stupid just now that I forgot to mention the matter of the opera troupe to Chen Ming'an. Chen Ming'an is so concerned about his reputation, so I mentioned it. Although he didn't agree verbally, maybe he would be in a better mood if I didn't let Ali make trouble later. Alas, men are just mean and narcissistic." Zhu Huaizhen held his rosy cheeks, feeling annoyed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mingan turned back with a gloomy face.

Chen Mingan originally thought of the opera troupe and planned to allow Zhu Huaizhen to listen to a performance every day.

However, the Duke Dingguo's Mansion cannot indulge her and allow her to develop habits of extravagance and debauchery.

But now, sorry, Chen Mingan is just filled with anger.

"Pass on my order, Madam Zhu is under house arrest." Chen Ming'an turned away again.

If he was under house arrest, then he would be under house arrest. Zhu Huaizhen didn’t like going out anyway.

She deliberately confined herself to Liuting Tower.

This way, he would not have to deal with the Old Lady, Madam Chen, Gao Yan'er, and Zhao Lian'er once he left Liuting Tower.

Even though she is full of fighting spirit, she likes to fish for three days and dry the net for two days.

Later, Chen Ming'an was certain that Zhu Huaizhen had made an identical dowry for Jinyiwei Commander Lou Li. Lou Li's daily routine was either a plum blossom and bamboo-patterned jasper hairpin paired with a stone-blue silk gown and a silver-sheathed sword, or a white jade bamboo-patterned Ganoderma lucidum hairpin paired with a moon-white, plain fine gauze gown and an iron-inlaid, silver-white sword. Chen Ming'an was so angry that he ordered his servants to burn his clothes, sell his hairpins, and divide up his sword.

As for Zhu Huaizhen, since he is so restless, we will release him after he gets married to Zhao Lian'er.

Haha, that’s exactly what Zhu Huaizhen wants.

Chen Mingan never knew that the defense of Duke Dingguo's Mansion was like entering an empty land for Lou Li and Tu Mi.

In order to coax her, Lou Li performed a piece of opera every day, singing "Peach Blossom Fan".

Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.

By the time Princess Xincheng Zhao Lian'er gets married, Southern Chu should have perished.