He Yue knew everything perfectly well, but pretended not to see it.
After the Thirteenth Prince finished getting ready, he sat down at the table to drink tea, and Hailan took over from Tinglan to comb Heyue's hair.
Heyue was almost asleep when she finally finished getting ready. She looked at the newly made-up young woman in the mirror. Her eyebrows and eyes were still childish, but she had become more charming. Her cheeks were rosy, but she was listless.
Hailan winked at Heyue through the mirror, pointed to the back of Heyue's neck, and smiled broadly.
Suddenly realizing what was happening, He Yue glared at her with a stiff face, feeling incredibly embarrassed.
The Thirteenth Prince appeared in the mirror, standing behind Heyue. He reached out and put his arm around Heyue's waist, smiling as he kissed her cheek: "Wife, you are so beautiful."
Everyone loves sweet words, and He Yue was in a better mood, so she didn't mind his sneak attack anymore.
When the thirteenth prince saw the red mark on the back of her neck, he grinned even more broadly.
Heyue didn't like him getting so close, so she pushed him away and glared at him: "Behave yourself!"
The thirteenth prince obediently stopped, blinking his eyes like a puppy begging for food.
He Yue's hands were itching, so she reached out and pinched his cheek. Then, ignoring his stunned expression, she withdrew her hand expressionlessly and walked out first.
According to custom, on the second day after the wedding, the newlyweds must enter the palace to pay their respects to the Empress Dowager and the Emperor.
With Hailan's help, Heyue boarded the carriage outside the mansion and leaned against the carriage wall, letting out a sigh of relief.
The Thirteenth Prince followed her into the carriage. Seeing her relieved expression, he leaned closer to her, reached out and rubbed her waist, smiling ingratiatingly, "Does it still hurt?"
He Yue opened her eyes, stared at his ingratiating face, and her anger subsided by half. She hummed in agreement.
"Then lean against me, and I'll rub it for you," the Thirteenth Prince said softly, moving her head toward him.
Although she was a little embarrassed, she was indeed tired, so Heyue let herself lean on his shoulder and feel his hands gently massaging her waist.
To be honest, it felt really comfortable, and she wanted to sleep.
This person isn't entirely without merit.
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