Ming Wang lowered his eyes, trying hard to suppress the murderous intent in his heart. Now was not the time to turn against him. Once everything was ready, he would tear him into pieces!
"The Emperor also said that Lan Shuang's appearance is one in a million. Can you find anyone more beautiful than her?"
Ming Wang leaned back in his chair in a nonchalant manner.
The Emperor looked at him. "This... is indeed not easy, but you should have a child, right? Now that autumn has arrived, it's the perfect time to enjoy chrysanthemums. The Empress plans to hold a chrysanthemum viewing banquet in the palace. When the time comes, you can bring the Princess along and see if there's any young lady you like. If you like, I'll arrange for your marriage."
Prince Ming looked up at him in confusion: "Your Majesty, why are you in such a hurry? I am not in a hurry to have a child."
The emperor smiled and said, "I am worried about you too. You don't like Princess Ming, and you refuse to consummate your marriage with her. As your elder brother, I have to consider you. Over the years, haven't I been thinking about everything you couldn't think of?"
Upon hearing this, Prince Ming was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I will leave it to the Emperor's arrangements."
The emperor then smiled with satisfaction.
…
After leaving the palace and getting on the carriage, King Ming's face suddenly darkened. He clenched his hands tightly, and the purple jade ring pressed against his knuckles, leaving a circle of red marks.
Yu Xiao stood outside without saying a word. He waited for Prince Ming to calm down before saying, "Return to the palace."
He then gave the coachman a look, jumped on his horse and guarded him.
The weather is nice today, neither too cold nor too hot. The sun is warm but not scorching, and there is a refreshing breeze. Lan Shuang suddenly felt like having someone move a soft couch under the big pear tree in the yard.
She nestled under the tree to enjoy the coolness, and the mottled golden sunlight sprinkled through the green leaves and fell all over her.
Lan Shuang was lying on the couch, reading Xiao Huang's... bah, a love story between men and women, and she was reading it with great interest. Perhaps it was too comfortable, and she felt sleepy after a while and fell asleep unknowingly.
She lay on her side on the couch, one arm hanging limply outside the couch, holding a notebook in her hand, the wind blew the pages, making a rustling sound.
Biqing took a small blanket and wanted to cover her, but suddenly heard the sound of a wheelchair.
She looked back and saw Yu Xiao pushing Ming Wang coming from the corridor.
She bowed and was about to greet him when the King put his finger on his lips and said, "Shhh..."
Biqing immediately fell silent. She stood there hesitantly, holding the small blanket, not knowing what to do.
Ming Wang approached and stretched out his hand to her. Bi Qing was stunned for a moment, then understood and handed the blanket to Ming Wang.
Prince Ming took it, shook it open gently, and covered Lan Shuang with it. Lan Shuang's thick eyelashes trembled, as if she was about to wake up. Prince Ming quickly reached out and patted her, "Go to sleep."
The voice was low and gentle. Biqing widened her eyes and suspected that there was something wrong with her ears. Was the prince so gentle?
Seeing that she was still standing there like a wooden stake, Yu Xiao coughed lightly and gave her a wink.
Biqing understood and retreated quietly.
Yu Xiao also silently retreated to the corridor, leaving the space to Lan Shuang and Ming Wang.
888 hid in the dark and watched Ming Wang's every move, marveling at him. He was indeed the future emperor, with an indescribable charm in his every move.
But...what's with that affectionate look in your eyes?
888: “…”
Damn, you are not interested in my host, right?
The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed. However, the next second, Ming Wang seemed to have discovered something. He frowned slightly and leaned over to pick up the book.
888: "Why do you look familiar?"
Then it saw the big words on the outside of the book: The Disabled Prince’s Sweet Concubine.
888: “…”
I saved a life, how come he saw it again?
Ming Wang was obviously also very puzzled by this.
He looked at the book title, which looked rather unrefined, and fell into deep thought.
In the end, it was the passing wind that helped him make the decision. It blew open a page, revealing a very impactful painting.
Prince Ming: "..."
It turns out that the title of the book is still conservative.
He frowned as he flipped through the pages. The text wasn't particularly explicit, but the illustrations really filled in the blanks.
When he turned to the last page, he couldn't help but wonder, is it really normal to like reading this kind of thing so much?
Maybe she was curious because she couldn't eat it?
Desire... unsatisfied?
King Ming fell into deep thought as he looked at Lan Shuang, who was sleeping unconscious with red cheeks.
After a long time, he put the book on the couch, turned around and waved to Xiao.
Yu Xiao walked over quickly, and Ming Wang whispered something in his ear.
Yu Xiao glanced at Lan Shuang on the couch, his expression complicated for a moment, but he finally nodded: "Yes."
After he left, Ming Wang sat in his wheelchair and stared at Lan Shuang. It was strange that he had come out of the palace with a lot of anger in his heart, almost burning with anger, but when he came back and saw this person, the anger was extinguished instantly, without even a spark left.
He calmed down completely.
It's really weird.
King Ming couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. Seeing Lan Shuang's hair blown across her face by the wind, he reached out and gently pushed it aside and tucked it behind her ear.
Lan Shuang didn't sleep for long and woke up half an hour later.
But she didn't open her eyes immediately. Instead, she stretched out her arms and legs and let out a satisfied hum.
As she moved, her clothes tightened, outlining her slender waist that could be held in one hand.
Ming Wang's attention was involuntarily drawn over.
The same goes for the ankles. The hem of the skirt moved up and the trouser legs slid open a little, revealing a section of the white flesh.
For some reason, King Ming suddenly remembered the white cat he saw in the palace.
When the weather is good, they lie on high places to bask in the sun. When they have had enough sleep, they stretch and meow.
Lan Shuang looks like this now.
With a smile on his lips that he didn't even know was there, he deliberately said, "Awake?"
Lan Shuang was stunned.
She paused, turned her head and looked at him blankly, her eyes still a little unfocused, with red marks on the side of her face, and she looked dull and innocent.
"Are you back?"
Lan Shuang was not fully awake yet, and her voice had a slightly vague ending, making her sound like she was acting coquettishly.
The King of Ming couldn't help but think of a line from the storybook: "The soft voice of an oriole stirs the heartstrings."
It's really tempting.
"Well, I've been back for a while." Ming Wang said this, but Lan Shuang didn't take it seriously. She never thought that this person had nothing better to do than sit here and stare at her for more than half an hour.
"What do you think? What does the emperor mean?" Lan Shuang sat up from the couch. The clothes were made of very good material and did not leave any marks even after all the tossing and turning. They fell down like flowing water as she moved.
"He said he wanted to marry me two concubines and let them have children."
Ming Wang originally thought that he would be very unhappy, but when he actually said it out loud, he was actually very calm.
"Having children and spreading branches?" Lan Shuang looked at the handsome face of King Ming and almost blurted out, "Aren't you impotent?"
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