Chapter 126 Knowing the Truth of the Past
Zhou Ruiyuan then bent down, put his ear to her belly, listened for a while, and then whispered to the baby inside, "You must be good in your mother's belly and don't kick your mother."
As if the little baby in her belly could truly understand, Du Wanchun clearly felt the fetal movements decrease.
She reached out and touched her belly, laughing, "Don't scare the baby."
Zhou Ruiyuan pulled Du Wanchun into his arms again and said softly, "No one can bully you, not even my child."
Du Wanchun suddenly realized that her husband was still a bit childish. She reached out and pinched his nose. "Don't always talk about him. I think you should stop bullying me."
Zhou Ruiyuan grabbed her wrist, lowered his eyes, and whispered in her ear, "How did I bully you?"
Du Wanchun blushed and whispered, "How did you say I bullied you?"
Zhou Ruiyuan raised his thin lips, buried his face in her neck, and gently bit the red mark on her neck, laughing, "But my wife seems to enjoy being bullied by me."
Du Wanchun's face turned even redder.
She quickly broke free from Zhou Ruiyuan's embrace and picked up her clothes from the ground.
Everyone says that the wolves raised by this family can't eat meat, and it's true.
Once you've eaten meat and started indulging in it, you can't stop.
She quickly put on her clothes and escaped from the wolf's jaws.
Zhou Ruiyuan watched her fleeing figure with a smile on his face. His deep eyes were like a spring in spring, reflecting Du Wanchun's figure, which no one could tolerate.
After Du Wanchun came out of the room, she washed her face with cold water and went to the front room.
The Third Prince came out carrying breakfast. "Wanchun, come and eat. I made you scallion pancakes."
Du Wanchun looked up and saw the large pancakes floating with green onions, and was filled with surprise. "Your Highness, you can make pancakes?"
The Third Prince smiled. "Yes, when I was little, your mother liked to eat pancakes, so I learned to make them, but later..."
Du Wanchun quickly asked, "What happened next?"
The Third Prince's face showed a hint of disappointment. "Later, she thought it was my elder brother who did it."
Du Wanchun found it hard to imagine what it would be like for a prince from a wealthy family to be squatting in the kitchen learning to make pancakes.
She glanced into the courtyard and, seeing that Aunt Zhou hadn't returned yet, asked him, "Your Highness, what happened to my mother?"
The Third Prince said frankly, "Yes, we've known each other since we were children. If she hadn't entered the palace, I think I would have married her into the Prince's mansion."
Du Wanchun was somewhat puzzled, "Your Highness, since you have such feelings for my mother, why didn't you stop her from entering the palace in the first place?"
“Because of the Empress Dowager…” the Third Prince said, turning to the side.
Du Wanchun lowered her voice and said, "I heard from my mother that the Empress Dowager did not insist on her entering the palace. She had a choice."
The Third Prince said with a hint of sadness, "Yes, she did have a choice, but at that time, she only had my brother in her heart. How could she be willing to come with me?"
Du Wanchun suddenly realized, "Your Highness, my mother wrote you a letter before she went to the palace."
"What letter?" the Third Prince asked, puzzled.
Du Wanchun softened her voice and said, "I don't know what was in the letter. Mother only told me that she wrote you a letter before she went to the palace, but you didn't reply to her."
Once those words were spoken, it was obvious what the letter contained.
The Third Prince's face was full of shock. "I haven't received any letter at all."
Just then, Aunt Zhou returned and overheard this.
She only knew that the Third Prince hadn't replied to her letter, but she never imagined that he hadn't even received it.
Meanwhile, inside the palace.
The emperor took out a letter from a hidden compartment under his bed.
The letter was written in Aunt Zhou's handwriting.
He had someone intercept it overnight. He had read the contents of the letter many times and had not burned it. He would take it out to look at it whenever he had free time, not because he missed any particular person.
Instead, they wanted to experience the taste of victory again.
He experienced the taste of stealing his brother's beloved woman.
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