Song Qiao had something on her mind, she felt nervous and depressed. For the next half day, she stayed in the house and didn't go out. She even ignored Ling Qianyi when he came.

Ling Qianyi was also confused. He had a good relationship with his aunt, but his aunt never did this. Why was she putting on airs today?

In the blink of an eye.

night.

After a busy day, Zong Zhengchen came back. When he learned what happened today, he frowned, but didn't say anything and went back to the house.

"Wild."

The woman I think of all the time, is still that familiar face and appearance.

"Your Highness, you're back~" There was no one else in the room, so Song Qiao didn't worry about being exposed. She immediately smiled and walked forward, considerately helping the man take off his outer robe and hang it on the screen.

Then bend down and kneel on the ground to change his shoes.

She did everything a wife should do and served the wife meticulously, with such skillful movements as if she had done it hundreds of times.

Zong Zhengchen paused for a moment, "What happened to Ye'er today?"

She actually started to serve him.

She has never done this before in the five, six, or seven years we have been together. Today is the first time.

He almost didn't recognize her.

"I..." Song Qiao's smile froze a little, and her mind was racing: Did she do something wrong? Did she arouse suspicion? Was it wrong to serve the prince?

She rolled her eyes and quickly changed the subject:

"Your Majesty, you've been busy all day. Are you tired? Let me give you a massage."

She walked behind the man, stretched out her soft hands, placed them on the man's temple, and gently massaged them.

Zong Zhengchen frowned.

My concubine?

When did she become so hypocritical? What tricks were she playing today? Was she trying to play boudoir games with him?

Thinking of this, he curled his lips slightly, "I heard that you punished a few servants today."

"Yes," Song Qiao lowered her eyes and answered, "Those people offended me, spoke rudely to me, and insulted me. I was furious and punished them severely, but did not kill all their clans. I am really kind."

She believed that killing a few servants was a right that a princess should have and that there was no need to explain anything.

Little did people know that Qin Ye never killed people indiscriminately, let alone his own people.

Her righteous tone, making killing seem justified, made Zong Zhengchen's brows tighten even more.

Bang!

Suddenly he turned around, grasped her slender wrist, and pulled her in front of him.

Song Qiao let out a low cry, her body swayed, and she staggered into the man's arms. She raised her eyes and saw the man's angular jawline, deep eyes, and handsome face, and her heart fluttered like a deer.

What a handsome man!

She is a thousand times, ten thousand times more handsome than her husband, Long Zhenxuan!

How could she bear to break up the engagement?

She wanted to be with him forever! She wanted to grow old with this man, with children around her!

"Your Highness..." Facing the man's unfathomable dark eyes, Song Qiao was a little overwhelmed. Her cheeks turned red with shame. She slowly stretched out her arms, hooked her arms around the man's neck, narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips, and gave him a flattering kiss.

Zong Zhengchen's expression became more and more gloomy.

When she was about to get closer.

Outside the door, Ai Ai ran in anxiously: "Oh no! Prince, Princess, the young master was climbing a tree just now and accidentally fell from the tree and broke his knee!"

Upon hearing this, Zong Zhengchen immediately took the person away from his arms, stood up, and ran out in one swift step.

Song Qiao: “…”

When a good thing is halfway done, it is suddenly interrupted. This kind of bad feeling is really... annoying!

It's normal for children to have minor fights and bumps and bruises. What's there to worry about?

Is the child more important than her?

Zong Zhengchen ran to the door and seemed to notice something, and suddenly turned around. Song Qiao was shocked and immediately chased after him, holding up her skirt:

"Oh, son! My dear, what has happened to you? Take me to see it!"