102 Green Tea Prince
◎When love rivals meet, they fight.◎
Ever since he accidentally met Xu Qinghe at Zhuming Pavilion last time, Wei Ming has been going there frequently, but he has never seen her again.
Although it was just a quick glance, he could see that Xu Qinghe had a rosy complexion and bright eyes, and seemed to be a little plumper than when she was in the palace.
Maybe he is living a good life.
But when he heard about the behavior of Wei Che, the playboy, these days, he felt that she must be having a hard time, otherwise why would she follow Wei Che with her head down, not even having the courage to look up at him?
Wei Che took Xu Qinghe's hand and sat down, keeping his eyes on the girl. When he saw that she never looked at Wei Ming from beginning to end, he finally felt relieved.
"Now that you have already thanked me, Master Wei, please return."
He suddenly raised his hand and gathered the girl's hair from her ears, with a smug smile on his face.
Wei Fu, who was sitting next to them, saw that the eldest son of Wei, who always had a gentle smile on his face, suddenly froze.
It was because from his angle he could see that there were a few obvious red marks on Xu Qinghe's fair and delicate neck.
Under his wide sleeves, Wei Ming clenched his palms so tightly that his bones were almost cracking.
He looked away and happened to meet the provocative smile on Wei Che's face again.
That smile seemed triumphant, yet also mocking, as if to say: See? She's already married, she's mine. Just before she came to see you, I wonder how close we were.
Wei Ming gritted his teeth and finally suppressed the anger in his heart.
The eldest son of Wei came to visit suddenly. Although her son had explained to her that what happened was just a misunderstanding, the wife of the Duke of Fuguo still found an excuse to keep an eye on it in person.
Now that she saw that the princess did not look away and did not make eye contact with Wei Ming for a moment, she finally felt relieved.
"Gentlemen, please stay together. Perhaps you have some official business to discuss, so we won't disturb you. Qinghe, please follow me first." The wife of the Duke of Fuguo said with a smile.
Wei Che frowned and subconsciously opened his mouth to refuse, but Xu Qinghe accepted it first.
The girl shook her head at him and scratched his palm, signaling him not to worry.
After the female members of the family left, only Wei Che and Wei Ming were left in the hall.
Wei Che once again ruthlessly ordered him to leave: "I am currently at home and have no official business to discuss with Master Wei. Master Wei, please return."
Since there was no one else around, Wei Ming naturally didn't need to maintain his so-called decency.
The anger he had just suppressed finally erupted, igniting all the anger he had felt before.
Ever since Wei Che personally ruined his marriage with Qinghe, he spent every night in agony and could hardly sleep.
Thinking of the rumors in the capital, he stood up suddenly, walked straight to Wei Che, reached out and grabbed his collar, and said word by word: "Prince Wei, you snatched this marriage from me with your own hands. Since you married her, you should treat her wholeheartedly!"
Wei Che glanced at him sideways and sneered, "If you can keep her, what's the point of me being so tough? Master Wei, it was clearly your incompetence that led you to give her away. If that's the case, you shouldn't covet someone else's wife now."
What he said was no different from stabbing Wei Ming in the heart.
Yes, he had clearly obtained the imperial decree to grant the marriage, but she still chose this playboy instead of him.
He was the one who failed to keep her.
"But why...why would she choose someone like you...a..."
"Why did she choose a fool like me instead of the good First Young Master?"
Wei Che raised his eyebrows. The more the man before him collapsed, the happier he felt. "Who knows? Maybe the princess just thinks that a fool like me is better than you, the First Young Master."
Wei Ming was silent for a moment, and then he seemed to suddenly realize something.
"It must be you. You threatened her with something. Qinghe and I have been together for five years, and she always knew that she was going to marry me. You must have found some evidence to threaten her, and she had no choice but to marry you!"
The gentle and kind young man in front of me is now almost crazy.
Wei Che suddenly smiled, and the look in his eyes became colder.
Five years? He actually had the nerve to mention the past five years?
He snorted coldly, the curve of his mouth became more vicious, and he lightly slapped away the hand that was holding his collar.
"Wei Ming, do you know that the five years you walked side by side with her... were taken away from me."
He stared into Wei Ming's eyes and spoke word by word.
Wei Ming was puzzled: "You...what do you mean?"
Wei Che smiled and stared at the down-and-out young man in front of him. When he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly glanced back.
One glance made him swallow the words on the tip of his tongue immediately, and he turned and said impudently: "What do you mean? Of course it means that you are not worthy of her. Even if you stay with her for five, ten, or even twenty or fifty years, she will never like you. Wei Ming, you are not worthy of her at all."
"I'm not worthy? Do you think a playboy like you can be worthy?"
Wei Ming's eyes turned red, and he was almost completely enraged. He used all his strength to punch him in the face.
Wei Che remained motionless and took the blow head-on. He was even knocked to the ground by a punch, breaking the cups and glasses on the table.
"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts..."
He half-prostrated himself on the ground, covering his face and crying out in pain.
Wei Ming looked down at him and said, "Wei Che, the one who is truly unworthy of her is obviously you."
Look, how could Qinghe like such an incompetent idiot?
She must have been threatened!
Wei Che covered his face and suddenly became docile.
"Yes, I am not worthy of the princess, but after all, the princess chose me..."
"What do you mean by choosing you! She was clearly threatened by you!" Wei Ming suddenly interrupted him.
"Yes, yes, I threatened you..."
Wei Che nodded repeatedly, as if everything he said was true.
Wei Ming finally came to his senses and suddenly felt something was wrong. When he looked down, he saw the man on the ground looking behind him with a face full of grievance, like a child who had been bullied outside.
Wei Ming turned around in surprise and saw Xu Qinghe, who should have left with the wife of the Duke of Fuguo, now standing behind him.
"Qinghe...you..."
She took in everything that had just happened.
I saw his madness and also his rudeness.
Xu Qinghe lowered her eyes, looked at Wei Che who was still crying out in pain on the ground, and slowly pursed her lips.
Wei Che's face was filled with terrific pain, he covered his face tightly, but in fact he felt like a huge stone was lifted high in his heart.
This girl knew him too well, how could she not see that he did it on purpose?
But even so, he still wanted to take a gamble.
I bet she would still choose him between her new love and her old love.
Under his and Wei Ming's silent gaze, Xu Qinghe finally moved. She bent down to help Wei Che up, letting the eight-foot-tall man lean against her, and then looked at Wei Ming.
This was the first time she and Wei Ming had looked each other in the eye in such a long time, and she said, "Young Master Wei, now you should call me the Crown Prince's wife."
Wei Ming was startled by her cold and distant attitude and took several steps back.
Before he could digest the weight of the words "Madam of the Crown Prince", he saw her looking at him as if he were a stranger, and said word by word:
"Wei Ming, in the past five years, I have never been attracted to you. The reason I chose Wei Che later was simply because I liked him and was willing to marry him."
Wei Ming shook his head repeatedly: "But he...but he is just a playboy who has accomplished nothing...he can't give you anything..."
"But what can you give me?"
Xu Qinghe interrupted him, dealing another heavy blow to his already fragile emotions.
"Can you give me endless scriptures to copy or endless Buddhist temples to kneel in? Wei Ming, it is precisely because of your love that for the past five years, I have been confined by Queen Mother Wei and cannot leave the palace. She has also constantly punished me by making me copy scriptures and kneel. My wrists are sore and painful, and my knees are hurting even more. Is this what you can give me?"
These facts, which had been deliberately concealed by the Queen Mother Wei, suddenly fell on Wei Ming's head like a basin of cold water, making him feel like he was in an ice cave in this hot summer day.
"I'm sorry Qinghe... I... I don't know these... I..."
"Now, you already know." Xu Qinghe looked up at him with a cold expression.
"If it's nothing important, Master Wei, please go back. My husband has a facial injury, and I need to be treated by him. I'm sorry I can't accompany you."
So Wei Ming could only stand there and watch his beloved girl leave with another man.
She said she had never liked him.
She also said that her past love had brought her a lot of suffering.
But he...just wanted to spend the rest of his life with the girl he loved.
That's all.
But it has become a luxury.
**
In Fenghe Courtyard, although the sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, it was cold inside.
The ice that was put there earlier has mostly melted now, but Wei Che still feels a chill down his spine.
Ever since the girl came into the yard with him, she had let go of everything and was sitting alone on the couch, reading a book in her hand.
But he could see clearly that the girl had not turned the page of the book in her hand for half an hour. Instead, she looked out the window from time to time, obviously waiting for someone to come.
After a moment, Nanzhi stepped into the yard and walked in quickly.
She glanced at Wei Che first, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
Xu Qinghe didn't even look at Wei Che, but just said, "Just say it straight."
Nanzhi then said, "Young Master Wei stayed in the hall for another quarter of an hour before leaving. I followed him all the way and saw him return to the Wei Mansion with my own eyes."
After Nanzhi left, Wei Che immediately came over and asked with a forced smile, "Why, are you still worried that a grown man like him might get lost along the way? You even had to send someone to keep an eye on him."
This was the first time Xu Qinghe looked at him straight in the eye since entering the room. Her eyes were indifferent as she casually glanced at the wound on his face and quickly looked out the window.
After a long pause, she slowly said, "Wei Ming is a kind-hearted man, but he's been treated like a star since he was young. The Wei family has always been accommodating to him. Otherwise, Queen Mother Wei wouldn't have made such demands on me just because he said he liked me. I must have hurt him by speaking so decisively just now. I won't feel at ease unless someone personally watches him return to the mansion."
Wei Che felt both sad and bitter in his heart, and he just nodded in silence.
During the five years when he had not appeared, another person finally appeared and broke into her life, and actually won her sympathy.
"Stop, where are you going?"
The person in front of him suddenly stood up and was about to go out, so Xu Qinghe called out to stop him.
Wei Che stopped obediently and replied in a muffled voice: "My face hurts, go apply some medicine."
Xu Qinghe pursed her lips, and finally spoke: "Come here, I'll do it for you."
Wei Che retreated obediently again, and Xu Qinghe ordered people to prepare medicine, clean water, clean handkerchiefs and other things.
She washed her hands from the basin, then dug out the ointment and applied it little by little on Wei Che's face, which was no longer burning.
Wei Che didn't feel anything when the cool ointment was applied on his face, but his heart was still heavy, as if a basin of ice water had been overturned, killing all the young plants that had finally sprouted.
"Are you...feeling sorry for him?"
After a while, he suddenly asked.
Xu Qinghe paused, moved his fingers from his cheek to his jaw, and held his chin to force him to look over.
Half of this man's handsome face was swollen, his eyes were slightly red, and the corners of his mouth were drooped, as if he had suffered a grievance.
She frowned, puzzled, "Wei Che, didn't you take that punch on purpose? Who are you trying to show off your grievance to?"
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