"Your Majesty, how would you like me to persuade her?"
"You persuade her—"
Yes, how should we persuade them?
She was only doing what an empress was supposed to do; she hadn't done anything wrong.
“Back then, you complained to me that Changxi was too jealous. Now, she is working hard to fulfill the duties of an empress. Isn’t this what the emperor wanted? Changxi has grown up.”
Ning Hong sighed.
"He's grown up and matured; he's become more methodical in his actions." Especially the scheme to get the Emperor and Su Yuan together—that was truly brilliantly executed.
That's so satisfying!
Of course, it's a bit of a shame that this joy can't be shared with others for the time being.
Ning Hong pursed her lips, suppressing her smile.
"Your Majesty, one should not be too greedy."
"Am I greedy?" Song Zhuo asked in a low voice.
Changxi also said it was too greedy, and now the Duke of Wei also says it's greedy—
"Of course, you think Changxi doesn't care about you anymore, right?"
"—" Song Zhuo did not reply, but that was indeed what he thought.
Changxi no longer cares about him; otherwise, why would she be willing to push him to another woman?
Even on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month, he readily gave way.
"But if Changxi cares too much about you, he will get jealous, get angry, and do many things controlled by his emotions."
Jealousy is the most terrible emotion in the world, often making people lose control of themselves.
Unable to control their own actions.
Song Zhuo left, dejected and heartbroken.
His feelings became even more complicated.
He clearly liked Su Yuan, but now he didn't even have the heart to wait for her.
Su Yuan was the second person to speak.
She originally wanted to ask Ning Hongze if he was willing to marry her, but the words just wouldn't come out.
She suddenly remembered a year ago, when the Duke of Wei confessed his love to her with a full beard, but she rejected him.
Now, she feels a little uneasy about bringing this up on her own initiative.
She hoped that the Duke of Wei would understand her feelings and, ideally, take the initiative to propose marriage to her.
But I'm afraid we won't be able to wait that long.
"Su Yuan, is there anything you want to say?"
Ning Hong smiled gently.
The smile didn't reach his eyes; it just lingered on his cheeks.
A particularly fake smile.
However, in her panic, Su Yuan didn't notice anything amiss.
Ning Hong rubbed her face to try and make her expression look normal.
"Brother Ning, will you marry me?"
After hesitating for a long time, Su Yuan finally spoke.
"——"
“I know I’m being very unreasonable, but I really don’t want to go to the palace. There’s no future for me and the Seventh Prince. He hit me, and I will never forgive him.”
Ning Hongze's gaze fell on Su Yuan's neck. There were some bluish-red marks hidden under her collar. Although not very obvious, these marks, combined with her desire to marry him and her insistence on never forgiving the Seventh Prince, made her stand out.
this--
Isn't this a bit of a double standard?
The Seventh Prince was sorry to his sister Ning Zixi, but to be honest, apart from hitting her, he hadn't wronged Su Yuan in the slightest.
"Brother Ning, are you bothered by my affair with the Emperor? We were really drunk, I don't even know what happened." She actually had a vague recollection, but the people she saw were clearly other people—
If it weren't for the fact that she was in the palace, she would have really thought that she had been tricked.
Do you think the Emperor would allow you to marry someone else?
"It should be—okay. I told you before that I didn't want to enter the palace, and the Emperor didn't make things difficult for me." The Emperor wouldn't lie to her, would he?
"You're thinking too simply. You're already his woman. Even if he doesn't take you into the palace, he won't want you to marry someone else."
Ning Hong lowered her head and said.
“You are the Duke of Wei, and the Emperor was practically raised by you. If you are willing to marry me, the Emperor will definitely not punish you.” Putting everything else aside, Song Zhuo still respected the Duke of Wei.
"You said it yourself, the Emperor was raised by me personally. To exaggerate a bit, he's like my son. You slept with my son, and now you want me to marry you?"
Isn't this somewhat unethical?
Su Yuan's expression froze completely. How could she not have thought of this?
"And most importantly, my daughter and sister don't want me to marry you." Ning Hong's gentle smile vanished, replaced by a cold glint in her eyes.
Su Yuan left the Duke of Wei's mansion in a daze.
What did the Duke of Wei mean by that?
He said he would not marry her. If he wouldn't marry her, then why did he keep going out drinking with her?
Is he playing her?
Su Yuan clutched her collar, feeling somewhat lost and helpless, but mostly overwhelmed by unbearable pain.
This man is really too much.
How could he do this—
As Song Zhi watched Su Yuan leave, he was about to go in when Butler Wei blocked his way with a broom.
"Uncle Wei, move aside and let me in."
"Hehe, my lord said he doesn't want to see you."
"They've met the other two, leaving only me. Now they're saying they don't want to see me. Does that mean they look down on me?"
"Yes, that's what the Duke said."
"He—you—"
"Hmph." The Seventh Prince turned and left.
He actually wanted to see Zixi and his—child.
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