Chapter 10 Taking Away the Prince's Quilt
In front of the Song Mansion, Song Huaixi said goodbye to everyone reluctantly.
Lin Rugui held Song Huaixi's hand tightly, his eyes full of reluctance.
Song Huaixi was born with a congenital deficiency, although the Song family was not a group of high-ranking officials or nobles. It is more than enough to support Song Huaixi for a lifetime.
But now, the emperor had given her to Zhao Fangye as his legal wife.
When Zhao Fangye was still a prince, he was known for his gloomy temperament. After he went on an expedition to the northwest, he brutally killed 100,000 enemy surrendered soldiers, and gained a reputation for being cold-blooded and brutal.
When the news reached the capital, Zhao Fangye was given the nickname Jade-faced Rakshasa.
Now that he has returned to the capital, his grandfather, the Prime Minister, has great power in the court and has the final say. My uncle is very wealthy.
With the help of these two forces, it would be easy for Zhao Fangye to seize power. By then, Song Huaixi, the male wife who had humiliated him, would definitely not have a good ending.
Lin Rugui could only keep reminding Song Huaixi to please the prince and not to annoy him.
In this way, even if it will hinder Zhao Fangye's path in the future, I hope he can remember their old friendship and let Song Huaixi return to the Song family safely.
Song Huaixi slowly climbed onto the carriage and sat next to Zhao Fangye with a gloomy look on his face.
Zhao Fangye leaned on the soft pillow and closed his eyes to rest. He was a little uncomfortable with Song Huaixi's silence.
Usually at this time he would come up to me and talk to me.
Turning her head to look at him, Song Huaixi's big black eyes were dull and the area around her eye sockets was red. He looked like he was about to cry but didn't.
"What's wrong? Why do you have that expression?" Zhao Fangye stared at him with an indifferent tone.
When he returned to the Song family, everything was familiar to him, but he had to leave again before he had stayed there for long.
He was originally trying to hold back his tears, but Zhao Fangye's question made his nose ache.
He said with tears in his voice, choking with sobs: "I don't want to leave my parents... I want to go home..."
Zhao Fangye tilted his head to look at him, Song Huaixi's tears were swirling in her eyes, and her eyelashes were soaked. The whole person looks pitiful.
"Don't you like the palace?" Zhao Fangye's emotionless voice came.
Song Huaixi wiped her eyes to prevent tears from falling: "I like it."
"Then why are you crying?"
"But I can't bear to leave my parents..."
Song Huaixi clenched his fingers and pursed his lips. He cried without any sound, only big tears fell down.
Zhao Fangye looked at him like this and frowned slightly.
Like a poor puppy, he commented in his mind.
Picking up a handkerchief from the side and handing it to him, Zhao Fangye spoke in a rare gentle tone: "If you want to go home, you can do so anytime. There's no need to be so sad."
Perhaps because Song Huaixi was born with congenital deficiencies and was assigned to be married to himself, Zhao Fangye always treated him with extra patience.
"Really?" Song Huaixi's tears stopped all of a sudden, and she picked up a handkerchief and wiped her face roughly.
Looking at Zhao Fangye, Song Huaixi sobbed and said, "Prince...you are so kind..."
"My mother said... normally she wouldn't let me go home... but you let me..."
Song Huaixi took the brocade handkerchief and wiped it all over while talking to him.
Zhao Fangye couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he pinched his face and used a handkerchief to carefully wipe the tears from his face.
"Is this a good person?" With a low laugh, Zhao Fangye's stern face softened a little: "You are the first person who thinks so."
Song Huaixi didn't understand, she looked at him with her big eyes, her eyes were clear and her tone was serious: "You are really good."
"alright."
Zhao Fangye casually threw the handkerchief in his hand aside, his tone somewhat unnatural.
I don't know why I am talking to such a fool.
After returning to the palace, Song Huaixi still ate dinner alone.
He was the only one eating at the large table, feeling extremely bored.
Chunhua saw that he hadn't even moved his chopsticks, so she walked over and asked in confusion, "Princess, is today's food not to your taste?"
Shaking his head, Song Huaixi supported his face, and recalled that when he was at the Song family, every meal was a lively one as a family. When we arrived at the palace, it became deserted.
"Where's the prince?"
It turns out that she was thinking about the prince. Chunhua covered her mouth and smiled. It seems that the princess is still very attached to the prince.
"The prince is probably in the study." Chunhua said after thinking for a moment.
Song Huaixi remembered his mission and tilted his head to look at Chunhua: "Will the prince come back to sleep tonight?"
This question was a little difficult for Chunhua to answer, and she didn't know the answer either. Because she heard that Zhao Fangye had moved to another courtyard.
I probably won’t come back to sleep.
"Princess, the prince has been sleeping in the other courtyard recently and he probably won't be back tonight."
"A separate courtyard?"
That won’t work. If there is another room, Zhao Fangye will definitely not come back to sleep.
He had to think of a way, otherwise the mission would not be accomplished.
Song Huaixi stood up quickly and said to Chunhua anxiously, "It's in that yard. I want to go there."
Arriving at the villa, Song Huaixi looked at the furnishings in the house curiously. It’s not as pretty as my own house, and the floor is cold.
"Why does the prince want to sleep here?" Song Huaixi was very confused.
This yard doesn't look any better than my own yard.
Chunhua knew that he didn't understand, so she didn't say anything.
Song Huaixi walked around the room and went straight to the bed.
Under the puzzled gazes of Chunhua and the servants, he picked up all the quilts and pillows on the bed.
Just bring the quilt and pillow to your room and you can sleep together, Song Huaixi thought happily.
He pulled the quilt into his arms with sex.
The finest Shu brocade quilt was dragged to the ground by him, and Chunhua hurried forward to help him pick up the quilt and pillow from the ground and held them in her arms.
"Princess, what are you doing? These are for the prince to sleep on. What do you want with them?"
Song Huaixi's face was buried in the quilt: "I want the prince to sleep in my bed!"
"ah?"
Hearing this, Chunhua was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. There were plenty of quilts in the entire palace, and even if some were taken away, there would be new ones.
But Song Huaixi didn't care. He walked towards his yard with the quilt in his arms in full view of everyone.
After Zhao Fangye finished dealing with business in the study, he returned to the yard tiredly. He found that there was only an empty bed board left on the bed, and his face instantly darkened.
Zhao Fangye's tone was a little cold: "What's going on? How do the servants do their work?"
The servant immediately knelt down and explained tremblingly: "My Lord...it was the princess who just came over. She moved all the things on the bed. You are in the study and I dare not disturb you..."
After hearing this, Zhao Fangye felt speechless. What was the little fool doing running into his own yard to get a quilt for no reason?
After thinking about it, the only possibility is that the palace treated him poorly.
His tone immediately became fierce: "How do you serve the princess? Do you have to come to my yard to get a blanket?"
"No... the princess said that she has taken away your quilt, so you have to sleep in the princess's yard."
After hearing the answer, Zhao Fangye stood there in a daze for a moment. He looked at the empty bed with a complicated expression.
He shook his head. He didn't know what to say because of the little fool's train of thought.
But he didn't want to argue about anything, and said helplessly to the servant: "Bring the bedding again, I will sleep here tonight."
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