Lu Chunyu had a good sleep during her nap. When she opened her eyes, there was a look of contentment and laziness in her eyes.
The house was filled with dusk, and the beauty who served him before bed had quietly left at some point.
The awakened mistress looked around and retracted her cool eyes.
Her arms were sore from being immobilized for a long time, so she raised them overhead to awaken the stiffness in her back.
The maidservant who heard the noise outside came in with a yellow wooden tray in her hand and helped her master wash and change clothes.
Errong, who had just changed into a moon-white long dress and was holding an ivory comb in her hand, stood beside the dressing table.
Lu Chunyu, wearing a moon-white long skirt that dragged on the ground, turned sideways to spit out the tea in her mouth and walked lightly.
There is an embroidered cushion specially prepared for the hostess in front of the dressing table. It is made of rosewood with green carved patterns and covered with brocade.
Lying on the soft embroidered cushion, the lady in the bronze mirror folded her hands in front of her, looking proud and dignified.
The ivory comb lightly stroked through the black hair, which flowed like water.
The shadowy figure is a slender neck as white as jade, the black becomes darker and the white becomes whiter.
Errong, who leaned over, was dazzled by the lady's glowing white and flawless skin.
The man who stood up thought to himself, when did the young lady's skin become so white?
It was even smoother than the white jade she had seen in the palace storehouse, and it made her want to touch it.
I just tried the feel and swallowed my saliva.
Just as she was about to get started, she heard a noise in the room and Lu Chunyu, who was turning sideways, looked up.
No one dared to stop Song Chengli, who pushed open the door and strode into the inner room.
With a cold face and icy eyes, the people in the room looked up and lowered their heads in fear.
The prince looked at the princess with a cold gaze, not like he was looking at his wife who treated him with respect, but more like... more like he was looking at a great enemy who had come to seek revenge.
Before the maid in the room could think deeply about it, the master, who was shivering with fear, waved away the people who were cowering in fear.
Unable to hold back, Errong took a few steps forward, blocking the prince's cold gaze and not wanting to leave.
Lu Chunyu, who was not afraid, ordered Errong to go down and reminded the reluctant maid in a gentle voice not to forget to close the two doors at the entrance when she went out.
After Errong retreated, Lu Chunyu raised her hand to stroke the ends of her hair, ignoring the man's cold gaze that tried to penetrate her body.
Seeing that this scheming woman was not affected at all, Song Chengli felt at ease drinking tea under his nose.
I feel like drinking tea.
Thinking of Lu Chunxi who was wronged in the palace, and how Lu Chunyu could be a sister, Xier was so angry...
Thinking of this, Song Chengli, with his chest heaving, strode forward, snatched the cup from Lu Chunyu's hand, and threw it hard to the ground.
The sound of porcelain breaking startled the maids and servants guarding outside, and their shoulders suddenly shrank.
Errong, who wanted to eavesdrop through the crack of the door, was afraid that the prince would accidentally hurt the young lady.
The moment he heard the noise, he pushed the door open regardless of anything else, calling out loudly to Lu Chunyu as he did so.
"Don't come in, close the door."
He stared at the man who was acting violently in front of him and roared towards the door without turning his head.
He didn't care whether others left safely or not, and sneered at the violent Song Chengli, while a cruel smile appeared on Lu Chunyu's lips.
He was so capable that he smashed the cup in front of her.
OK!
good!
If she has never broken a cup, she is easy to bully, right?
His wife stood there stupidly, and Song Chengli, thinking that she was frightened by him, wanted to scold her.
With her mouth opened, he saw that the woman standing a step away suddenly came to her senses, and her beautifully shaped eyes curved into two festive and pleasing crescents.
Lu Chunyu didn't move her feet, snorted coldly, and with lightning speed, she picked up the white glaze pot with sweet flowers on the table and smashed it hard at the man.
Song Chengli opened his eyes wide, stunned by the sudden attack. He probably didn't expect that the princess would not care about his face and smash things as she said.
Song Chengli had learned martial arts before, so he was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and dodged.
He watched with his own eyes as the fierce teapot hit his chest, passed by him, and landed on the ground not far away, the splashing water soaking his black leather boots.
"Lu...you...are so bold as to attack a member of the royal family..."
When he spoke to his wife, his voice was weak and he didn't dare to speak too loudly.
Song Chengli wants to save face.
I don’t listen to anything Lu Chunyu says. I don’t listen. I don’t care. I don’t care.
When the king of heaven comes, she has to vent her anger before she can sit down and have a good talk with him, otherwise, there is no point in talking.
So in front of the stunned Song Chengli, the magnanimous princess waved her hands.
He watched with his own eyes as a set of eight blue and white lotus-patterned hand-pressing cups, tributed from the imperial kiln, made a crisp sound with each drop, and the rhythm was just right.
The crumbling sunset came to an end, night fell, and Prince Gong's Mansion was brightly lit.
The dormitory with the lights on was in a mess and no one was seen.
The man and woman were facing each other silently on both sides of the round table, each holding a teacup in their hands, their eyes seemingly lost in thought.
Lu Chunyu was too lazy to delay her meal with that mentally ill idiot.
Looking at the sky outside, if nothing unexpected happened, she should be enjoying her meal in the flower hall at this time, instead of staying here with Song Chengli, who was hungry and mad.
"Your Highness, please tell me what you want to say. I am listening."
Lu Chunyu came back to her senses in a daze and saw the man looking at her deeply with a look she had never seen before.
She was not afraid. She faced the source of the gaze without blinking and stared at the person closely.
The man, feeling uncomfortable and at a disadvantage, lowered his head pretentiously and cleared his throat.
He stood up, walked two steps with his back to her, and then turned back.
"Aren't you afraid that I will punish you?"
Well, I waited for a long time, and this is just nonsense.
Lu Chunyu, the second daughter of the Lu family, has a rebellious nature. Although she looks inconspicuous in normal times, she is willing to pretend in public.
Are you willing to pretend in front of Song Chengli because you have something to gain?
The world loves a gentle wife who doesn't mind pretending to be gentle and considerate.
She even planned to wait until she gave birth to a legitimate son and secured her position so that she could take in several beautiful concubines for Song Chengli.
I can’t believe it. I can’t believe it.
The famous virtuous prince is mentally unstable and likes anyone except the emperor's favorite concubine.
It can be foreseen that in the near future, the future of everyone in the mansion will be ruined because of the unclear-minded Song Chengli.
And she was robbed of her husband's love by her sister.
The cups on the dining table, hehe.
So she didn't want to pretend anymore.
Facing the prince's questioning, I can't just say, "You are mentally retarded, I don't want to pretend anymore."
Lu Chunyu came back to her senses, held her chin with one hand, and looked seriously at Dian Gong, who had approached her at some point, like a lovesick man.
Passing his evasive eyes, her gaze fell aimlessly on the man's ear.
Song Chengli's ears were red and hot. The weather was getting colder in late autumn, and he looked away from Lu Chunyu without any interest.
"My father is the prime minister, and my sister is the emperor's favorite concubine. How dare you touch me?"
Lu Chunyu was sure that Song Chengli would not touch him, not because he didn't dare.
She is the sister of the woman dear to his heart.
Song Chengli, who calls himself a love saint, can't bear to see the worried person in the palace, so naturally he won't move an inch.
Besides, without me as a shield, he would definitely marry again, and his other wife might not be so open-minded and talk to her so nicely.
How many people in the world can stand being deceived by their own sister and their husband?
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