After the empress died, the emperor suddenly realized his mistake and felt that no woman in the world could compare to his beloved wine. From then on, he never had a relationship with any woman again and devoted himself to managing state affairs.
The crown prince was his legitimate son, the child of his most beloved wife, but also his youngest son.
The emperor wanted to give all his favor to the crown prince, but unfortunately the crown prince was not close to the emperor. At a young age, he applied to go out and gain experience, and spent most of his time in the military camp.
But who could tell her why the Crown Prince, who had been guarding the border for many years, had a skin tone that was not much different from hers, only a little darker?
The wind and sand of the northern frontier had roughened his face a bit, but it still gave him a very refined look.
Wan Ge had actually met him a few times, but the first time she saw him was at the General's Mansion, when she happened to see him discussing matters with her uncle.
I saw him a few more times at the palace, but I didn't talk to him; I just bowed to him when I saw him.
"Is Miss Jiang alright?" The other person grabbed her shoulders with both hands to prevent her from falling, and only let go after seeing that she was standing still, asking gently in a deep and pleasant voice.
It's hard to imagine that the prince, whom his uncle described as a fierce warrior on the battlefield, is actually such a gentle person.
As someone who's obsessed with good looks, I wouldn't have fallen for Feng Yimu if I hadn't thought the Crown Prince was too unapproachable.
However! Wan Ge is now telling herself to calm down. They're all scumbags. There isn't a single good person in the Feng family. Hold back, don't be impulsive again. Being scumbag once is enough; don't let yourself be scumbag a second time.
"Thank you, Your Highness. I am unharmed." Wan Ge took a few steps back and bowed.
Feng Chenjiu frowned as he looked at the woman in front of him: "Miss Jiang seems to dislike me?"
"Your Highness misunderstands. I wouldn't dare."
Feng Chenjiu smiled and said, "I wouldn't dare, not because I don't want to."
"Your Highness, I have misspoke."
"I won't make things difficult for Miss Jiang," Feng Chenjiu said before walking to the side.
No one noticed that Feng Chenjiu was holding the fan tightly.
After the poetry gathering, Feng Chenjiu kept observing this woman, and he found her to be much more interesting than he had imagined.
For some reason, when Feng Chenjiu looked at him, he felt a strong urge to get closer to him, a feeling he had never experienced with anyone else.
He had heard that Wan Ge was having dinner with Feng Yimu here tonight, so he came to this place and bumped into him as soon as he entered.
She smelled so good. Even though I was only holding her shoulders, I could feel her soft, fragrant scent.
However, her attitude towards him was far from pleasant, which greatly annoyed him.
Is there anything about him that makes him inferior to that scumbag Feng Yimu? Why does she feel disgusted by him?
Does she just like jerks? If that's the case, what am I supposed to do?
"Your Highness... the private room is here..." Seeing that Feng Chenjiu seemed to be heading straight ahead, it was time for the guard beside him to remind him.
Feng Chenjiu stopped in his tracks, glanced at the top-tier private room, and then turned and went into the next private room.
Not long after, Feng Chenjiu heard a noise from next door. It seemed that the other person got up and left. Not long after, Feng Chenjiu saw Feng Yimu walking on the street on the first floor.
"Your Highness, His Majesty was very pleased to hear of your return and has been requesting to see you for three days now. Are you not planning to enter the palace today?"
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