He stared at the chessboard intently, trying to find a way out.
It’s a pity that he looked for a long time but couldn’t find any sign of life.
Finally, he relaxed his tense back, leaned back lazily on the chair, threw the chess piece he had been holding tightly in his hand into the chess basket, and admitted defeat generously.
"I lost."
However, although he admitted defeat, there was no sign of dejection on Jun Moyi's face. Instead, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.
It’s no wonder he was excited. It had been many years since he found an opponent who could beat him.
And the opponent he had been searching for was actually right next to him, sleeping with him all day long.
How could this not excite him?
Jun Moyi stared at Sang Liwan in front of him, his eyes became brighter the more he looked, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.
Sang Liwan felt a little helpless when she saw his straightforward and undisguised gaze.
"Your Majesty?"
[Could it be that he can't afford to lose? ]
[I didn't control my competitive spirit.]
Will he take revenge on me?
Hearing the mess she was thinking in her mind, Jun Moyi couldn't help but feel speechless.
He really wanted to see what kind of existence he was in Sang Liwan's heart.
Sang Liwan was rarely modest for a moment, "It was just luck. The prince is very good at chess. If I hadn't arranged it in advance, I'm afraid this piece would have been his long ago."
As Sang Liwan spoke, he drew a circle on the chessboard with his finger.
This is not entirely a compliment. Jun Moyi's chess skills are indeed very high, and he also knows how to show weakness.
He first pretended to be ignorant and gave up a large number of chess pieces, waiting for Sang Liwan to come and eat them. If Sang Liwan was really fooled, he would strike back.
Not only will he make Sang Liwan vomit out everything he has eaten, but he will also take away the large piece behind Sang Liwan.
Fortunately, although Sang Liwan likes to take the initiative, she is not a reckless person. Although such a trick looks very tempting, she will not fall for it.
After all, she knew that there was no free lunch in the world.
What's more, the person opposite is Jun Moyi.
It's not so easy to take advantage of him.
A hint of doubt flashed across Jun Moyi's eyes, "Can you see my intention?"
Although he asked this, there was no surprise in his tone.
Sang Liwan didn't hide anything from him and said bluntly, "Isn't this what the prince has always done? Everyone in the court, civil and military, thinks that His Royal Highness Prince An is just a scholarly prince who lives in a dignified and elegant manner. Although he may be a bit aloof and cold, and his methods are ruthless, who in the royal family is actually a kind person?"
Jun Moyi's fingers gently fiddled with the chess pieces in the chess basket, making crisp clash sounds.
He didn't say that Sang Liwan was right, nor did he say that she was wrong.
He just said calmly: "What else?"
"Anything else?" Sang Liwan raised her eyes to look at him, and saw her slender white fingers slightly moving the chessboard.
Several chess pieces changed positions in an instant.
The entire chessboard situation changed immediately.
The black guy who was originally focused on defense seemed to have his veil torn off and became sharp.
That's not some Buddhist defense at all; it's clearly a jackal waiting to be killed with one blow.
Seeing this, Jun Moyi's already dark pupils became even darker. He just stared at her quietly, looking very meaningful.
Sang Liwan did not dodge or evade, but just met his gaze straight and let him look at her.
Jun Moyi's expression remained unchanged, but his voice deepened. "Do you know what this king wants?"
Hearing this, Sang Liwan glanced at the chessboard calmly, "Didn't the prince already tell me?"
Only then did Jun Moyi shift his gaze from Sang Liwan's face to the chessboard.
After glancing for a long time, Jun Moyi suddenly laughed. He put down the chess piece, picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip.
"You dare to say anything."
Sang Liwan raised her eyebrows fearlessly, "Didn't the prince say that we are husband and wife, and since we are husband and wife, what can't I say in front of my husband?"
Before he finished speaking, Jun Moyi suddenly leaned forward and stroked Sang Liwan's delicate and white cheek with one hand.
It was like a piece of fine mutton-fat jade, which made him unable to let it go.
The two people were so close that Sang Liwan could almost feel his breath blowing on her face.
"Wanwan, remember what you said today."
"Don't worry, Your Highness. I've had a good memory since I was a child. I won't forget a single word I've said."
Perhaps the atmosphere at the moment was very suitable for revealing the truth, Sang Liwan glanced at Jun Moyi deeply, "But I have always had a doubt in my heart, and I need Your Highness to answer it for me."
"you say."
"Since Your Majesty knew that I once had feelings for the Second Prince, why did you still marry me?"
This question was beyond Jun Moyi's expectations.
His hand movements also paused. After a few breaths, he suddenly laughed softly, with a hint of curiosity in his tone, "Don't you think it's a little late to ask this now?"
"It's a bit late." Sang Liwan nodded.
After all, the original owner didn't know until her death that Jun Moyi had no feelings for her at all. She thought this marriage was a robbery.
"But I'm still a little curious."
She knew that Jun Moyi must have a reason for agreeing to marry her, but she couldn't figure out what that reason was after thinking about it for a long time.
Jun Moyi tilted his head, "Perhaps this king wants to gain the support of the General's Mansion?"
Hearing this, Sang Liwan turned her head and looked straight at Jun Moyi as if she had heard a funny joke.
If she hadn't tried her best to restrain herself, she would have almost touched Jun Moyi's forehead to see if he had a fever and was dizzy, which was why she said such a thing.
"Your Highness, have you confused me with Sang Yuyan? If you want the support of the General's Mansion, then Your Highness should ask for Sang Yuyan's hand in marriage."
After all, General Sang is not the emperor, and he has never used Sang Liwan as a target for Sang Yuyan.
Everyone knew that Miss Sang was well-educated and well-mannered, and was especially loved by the general and his wife.
Jun Moyi did not answer this question, but just sighed and said: "Fortunately it's you."
"I'm not afraid to tell you that marrying Sang Liwan was not my original intention, but my father's will."
There was a complicated emotion in Sang Liwan's eyes.
She knew that this matter was related to the emperor, Lao Deng.
After all, the emperor's attitude towards her was so strange, even closer to her than to Jun Moyi, his biological son. If she had not been married to Jun Moyi, she would almost suspect that she was the emperor's illegitimate daughter.
Sang Liwan pursed her lips and asked tentatively, "Do I have something that Father wants?"
Hearing this, Jun Moyi looked at her deeply.
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