Li Ren looked at the Seventeenth Prince with a respectful attitude and a slight bow, but what he said was not what the Seventeenth Prince wanted to hear, "Seventeenth Prince, please go back. The Emperor has specifically instructed that he will not see you."
The seventeenth prince was a little surprised and chased after Li Ren, "Eunuch, why..."
Li Ren paused slightly, looked at the Seventeenth Prince, shook his head, and left.
After Li Ren left, the Seventeenth Prince's face darkened. He lowered his head and stared at his boots, with a look of loneliness and grievance in his eyes.
Why doesn't the emperor see him?
He knew the changes in the situation in the palace, knew his current situation, and knew that today was different from the past, but...
Everything he got since he was a child was the best. Among all the princes and princesses, he was the only one who received the longest companionship and care from his father. His mother treated him strictly, but his father indulged him a little occasionally. He always thought that he was his father's most beloved youngest son.
Even though his mother had been imprisoned in Jinxiu Palace for such a long time, he was anxious, but he was still determined in his heart that after some time had passed and his father's anger had subsided, he would beg for mercy and his father would release his mother.
But today I don’t even see him.
He stood on the palace path, his body as stiff as a stone.
Seeing that his thoughts were almost written on his face, the trusted palace attendant behind him reminded him in a deep voice: "Your Highness should keep calm."
There were footsteps nearby.
The seventeenth prince looked up and saw Liao Qiubai, dressed in dark official uniform, walking to the palace with others. He reported to Li Ren and entered the palace smoothly.
He didn't know the relationship between Liao Qiubai and Rong Ting before, but now he knew that Liao Qiubai was Rong Ting's aide. This scene was extremely dazzling in his eyes.
The emperor did not see him, but saw Rong Ting's staff... It was clear that the emperor had ignored him, the ninth brother.
The Seventeenth Prince clenched his hands unwillingly under his sleeves, his knuckles trembling. He asked his confidant beside him in a cold voice, "Where is the King of Qi now?"
…
On the hillside of Raogu Mountain, inside Zhuangzi.
Jiang Rao slept for the entire day, and when she woke up, it was already dusk.
She blinked twice slowly, and looked outside following the sunlight pouring in through the window pane.
What meets the eye is a faint light. The sunlight outside the window is not bright enough, but dim. The tail of the light is dragged very long, hitting the treetops, as if a layer of gilded gauze was cast on the trees.
Is it dusk?
Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, and last night's memories flooded back into her mind like a tide in a very short time.
That time in the morning was over. She was dizzy and seemed to be carried back to the bedroom by him.
As the memory came back to her, Jiang Rao's face turned red instantly.
She moved her body, not knowing which part of her stomach was pulled, and the discomfort in her lower abdomen became very strong. In addition to the discomfort, her body felt a little cold, as if some ointment was applied on it. Jiang Rao hissed and looked down at herself. Her body was cleaned up, and the places where she was pinched with red marks could faintly smell the smell of medicine. Suddenly, she heard a slight sound beside the bed. Jiang Rao tilted her head and saw a figure approaching the bed.
He was lying on the bed, looking at her. He seemed to be kneeling or half-kneeling on the ground, or perhaps half-squatting. His posture was always very low. From her angle, she could only see his face.
The sky was dim in the evening, with tiny dust particles floating in the sunlight, which blurred the outline of his face.
Seeing that she woke up, Rong Ting's eyes moved and he pursed his lips. He was so unruly on the couch, but he was a very honest man under the couch. His fingers were quietly placed on the edge of the bed. When Jiang Rao woke up, he gently reached out his hand and tentatively touched Jiang Rao's cheek.
He looked like he was waiting for Jiang Rao to speak before he could speak, awaiting his fate.
As soon as Jiang Rao's eyes met his slender fingers, she quickly looked away as if she had touched a burning spark and was burned.
She used to like looking at his hands, which were long and slender, yet looked strong. Although there were scars on the back of his hands, they did not affect the overall beauty. He looked especially gentle when he was turning pages or doing things.
Last night, her hands were held firmly by him, unable to move. Only then did she realize how much strength was hidden in his seemingly powerful hands.
It turns out that it's just appearance.
Jiang Rao didn't really want to pay attention to him, so she turned over and faced away from him.
So what if you are well behaved on weekdays?
No matter how many times she asked no at night, he just kept on doing what he wanted and didn't listen at all.
Rong Ting watched the little girl turn over with her back to him, his eyes dimmed a little. Realizing that no one was watching his expression, he pursed his thin lips slightly, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on Jiang Rao's waist.
He had been ill for several years and had no place to seek medical treatment. He had read a few medical books and knew where to press to relieve Jiang Rao's fatigue. While pressing, he begged for mercy, saying, "It's my fault for not knowing the severity of the problem."
Jiang Rao felt his fingers on her waist, and her heart tightened. She realized that there was no eroticism in his actions at this moment, so her body gradually relaxed and she did not look back.
Her waist suddenly tightened, and the bedside
The man who was guarding her suddenly sighed, with a strong sense of grievance in his voice, "It's always like this every year..."
"Does it mean that you want to clear my name and never look at me again?"
His words made her sound like a scum who had seduced her and then abandoned her.
Jiang Rao finally turned around helplessly and looked at Rong Ting.
Her voice was very light, full of fatigue and blame, "I'm tired."
"It's time to get up."
Rong Ting coaxed her softly, picked her up with her quilt in a good-tempered manner, carried her to the dressing table, and helped her get dressed and wash.
When the maid came to help Jiang Rao take care of the house a few days ago, he watched from the side.
After just a few times, he learned all the ways a maid should serve people.
Jiang Rao looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyelids were a little swollen, with a lingering redness from last night's tears.
No matter how good the powder is, it can’t hide the redness at the corners of her eyes.
She had always loved beauty, and was annoyed by being treated like this. She was about to lose her temper, but when she looked in the mirror at the person standing behind her and combing her hair, she was stunned for a moment and forgot to pursue the matter.
He combed her hair in a very methodical manner, and compared to the experienced maids around her, it was hard to tell who was better.
After combing her hair, the maid brought her throat-soothing pear soup.
Jiang Rao drank half a bowl, and her hoarse voice became clearer and it was no longer so difficult for her to speak.
She said to Rong Ting, who was sitting opposite her, in a friendly manner: "From now on, you can't do this again."
Rong Ting seemed to not understand, and asked with a frown, "What can I do?"
Jiang Rao: “…”
"No sexual intercourse in daytime." She had expected him to understand immediately, but he seemed ignorant. Jiang Rao gritted her teeth and said word by word. As she spoke, her ears turned red.
Rong Ting saw that Jiang Rao was speaking seriously, the tips of his ears turned a little pink, and he nodded with a smile on his lips.
Seeing that he was actually smiling, Jiang Rao was very worried. She frowned slightly and asked, "Have you really remembered it?"
Only after she heard Rong Ting's assurance with her own ears did she feel relieved.
Jiang Rao was drowsy the whole day. She woke up too late, and soon after she woke up, it was night.
It was getting dark, and the light was swallowed up by darkness.
After sleeping for a long time during the day, Jiang Rao was not very sleepy at night. Looking at the jar of wine on the table in the room, she suddenly felt a subtle and strange feeling in her heart.
On the one hand, she felt that she had taken advantage of her drunkenness to fail to resist the temptation of his evil look, and that she was just not determined enough. On the other hand, she felt that she was under his control in everything she did.
But thinking about it more carefully, he didn't force her to drink or do anything shameful. He clearly gave her enough rights to make her own choices.
Jiang Rao suppressed the strange feeling in her heart.
After all, they were married and she was willing to do it. Apart from being extremely tired, there was nothing wrong with it. especially……
She was the one who took the initiative the first time, and then she indulged him... She couldn't just take all the advantages and then settle the score afterwards.
Jiang Rao comforted herself and didn't want to see the jar of wine again, which made her have so many wild thoughts at the first sight.
She dug the wine out from under the plum tree and wanted to seal it back under the tree. She asked Mingshao to bring a hoe and go with her to bury the wine under the tree. Looking at the sky with a sparse moon and stars, she couldn't help thinking that it would be great if she could come here every year in the future.
It was a pity that she didn't dream about to whom Emperor Zhaowu passed the throne in the end. But whether she had dreamed about it or not, she would just live her life slowly, taking one step at a time. She wants to protect what she wants to protect as best as she can.
…
Less than half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Not long after leaving Xingzhuang, the two sisters Hu Li and Hu Tang came to Prince Qi's mansion to find Jiang Rao. Hu Tang held Jiang Rao's hand and looked her up and down, left and right, as if she was seeing Jiang Rao for the first time. Jiang Rao felt a little embarrassed and called her "Tang'er" softly.
Hu Tang was always shameless. She had never seen Jiang Rao comb her hair into a lady's bun before. Now that she saw it, she felt it was new and smiled as she said, "You look really good now."
Hu Li said from the side: "If you are jealous of other people's marriages, you should agree to the marriage your mother found for you."
It has been a year since Hu Li got married, but Hu Tang's marriage is still unsettled. Not only is Mrs. Hu worried about this, but Hu Li also starts to worry.
Hu Tang curled her lips and covered her ears, not wanting to hear, "If I hadn't married the young master of the Zhang family, he would have had a concubine by his side. I'm afraid that he would be so angry that he would beat people up after a few days of marriage."
"If that's what you said, then those who have concubines in Jinling are not allowed to marry, and you really won't be able to find a husband of your dreams."
Hu Tang snorted twice, turned his head and ignored Hu Li, moving closer to Jiang Rao.
Hu Li took Jiang Rao's hand and pulled her to her side in a fit of anger, saying to her jokingly, "Niannian, don't hang out with this bastard anymore. Sooner or later, she will lead you astray."
Hu Li lowered her eyes and glanced at Jiang Rao's wrist. She was originally mocking her own sister, but now she was suddenly surprised.
She pushed down Jiang Rao's sleeve and looked at the red marks on her white wrist. Hu Li had been married for a long time and knew what the red marks were. Her face turned red and she quietly pulled Jiang Rao closer to her ear and whispered softly, "You... I have some good jade cream. Can you ask the maid to bring it to you?"
Jiang Rao pulled up her sleeves shyly, blushing and saying, "I used medicine."
Her skin would easily be marked by bumps and bruises. Rong Ting liked to hold her wrist the most at that time. Today, she was careless and wore a snow-white skirt with wide sleeves. She failed to cover her wrist tightly, allowing Hu Li to see the red mark on her wrist.
When Jiang Rao thought that Hu Li might have seen something, she felt so embarrassed that she wanted to find a place to bury herself.
"Did you use medicine?" Hu Li exclaimed, "Your Highness the Prince of Qi looks like a gentle man, how could he be so careless?"
The circle of crimson on Jiang Rao's wrist was particularly obvious. Although Jiang Rao herself did not feel any pain, people who saw it would only feel frightened if they did not know how she felt.
Hu Li felt sorry for Jiang Rao and frowned. She couldn't lower the volume of her voice for a moment and her tone was a little heavy. Jiang Rao subconsciously wanted to refute, but after a pause, she couldn't say a word of rebuttal.
He does look like a gentle man, and he is indeed not too serious.
She was also a little curious. All men looked like this when they got on the bed. But Rong Ting was like this...
Otherwise, why was he so obedient and submissive during the day and did everything for her, but changed his attitude at night?
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