Heyue pushed his face away, touched her burning ears, and blushed deeply.
How dare he tempt her!
Thinking of his words, she fell silent. It turned out that he knew about her time in the Eighth Prince's mansion.
For some reason, I felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look at him.
Then I thought, why should I feel guilty? I didn't promise him anything.
Thinking of this, he gave a cold laugh: "You've got a good plan. You're acting first and informing me later. Even if I don't want to, I can't disobey the order, can I? You've practically forced me into this!"
The Thirteenth Prince's face darkened, and he said somewhat angrily, "So you want to marry the Tenth Prince?"
He Yue was taken aback.
She was unwilling to marry the Tenth Prince.
Looking back now, she would rather marry the thirteenth prince than the tenth prince.
Perhaps because they grew up together, their relationship was closer than that of the Tenth Prince.
The Thirteenth Prince's cautious and ingratiating manner softened her heart.
The previous dissatisfaction and resentment in my heart have completely dissipated.
Think about it, what exactly was she complaining about? It was simply that the Thirteenth Prince had asked the Empress Dowager for a marriage without consulting her, disregarding her wishes.
She doesn't like being forced.
Perhaps because he was a prince, when he liked someone, he never considered the other person's wishes.
They want what they want; that's their mindset all along.
You can't blame him for that.
Heyue accepted her fate. Since she had married him, she should live a good life. Wouldn't it be easier to do what she wanted to do in the future?
Seeing that she seemed lost in thought and didn't answer, he assumed she was thinking about the Tenth Prince, which made him even more annoyed. He cupped her face in his hands, leaned in, and bit her lip, glaring at her resentfully: "No matter who you're thinking about, you are my wife, Yinxiang's wife, and you can only think about me!"
He Yue gasped in pain, touched her lips, and glared at him reproachfully: "Are you a dog?!"
The Thirteenth Prince continued to stare at her intently, demanding an answer. He was not angry at her complaints; his expression was as fierce as a wolf in the mountains, and his eyes were chilling.
He Yue, however, was not afraid at all. She smiled coldly and said, "I am never threatened by anyone!" Then she turned and left.
That brat, he's gotten so bold, daring to threaten her!
Thirteen was taken aback, then quickly caught up, tightly gripping her hand hidden in her sleeve. He snorted coldly, his tone domineering: "Anyway, you're mine!"
Seeing his pursed lips and stubborn expression, He Yue felt a strange urge to laugh, but ignored him.
Upon arriving at Yonghe Palace, the two paid their respects to Consort De.
This was the first time Heyue had met Consort De in person since her sixth sister got married.
Consort De sat at the head of the table, slowly took a sip of tea, glanced at them, and smiled faintly: "Rise, please take a seat."
The two thanked Consort De and sat properly in the chairs below her.
Consort De looked at Heyue and smiled slightly: "How is your sister?"
Heyue was taken aback, then answered politely, "Sister is doing well, thank you for your concern, Mother."
"To be honest, I thought we would become family, but I didn't expect your sister to marry into the Irgen Gioro clan. But now that you've entered the Thirteenth Prince's residence, we are finally family."
These words, spoken in a seemingly gentle manner, were rather awkward.
Even after all this time, to still bring this up makes it seem as if Sixth Sister's rejection of Fourteenth Prince and subsequent marriage to a courtier was immoral.
Heyue pretended not to understand and replied with a smile, "Sister always remembers how Mother took care of Sixth Sister, and our whole family is grateful to Mother."
Consort De smiled, her gaze softening: "You child, it's rare to see someone so sensible. It seems Thirteen is truly blessed. Come visit me more often when you have time."
He Yue agreed and received a gift from Consort De. After chatting for a while, the two of them withdrew.
Next, the two of them will go to Yuqing Palace to serve tea to the Crown Prince and the other princes.
He Yue sighed inwardly, "It's really tiring!"
Seeing her frown, the Thirteenth Prince squeezed her hand: "Are you tired? Do you want me to carry you?"
Walking such a long way through the flowerpots was indeed tiring. Feeling Thirteen's concern warmed Yue's heart, but she didn't want anyone to see it and gossip.
So he shook his head: "What if someone sees this? It'll make me seem like I'm being overly delicate."
The Thirteenth Prince moved his lips, wanting to say that she wasn't being delicate and that no one would see it, but seeing her persistent look, he said nothing more.
The girl in front of me is definitely not a spoiled person.
Thinking back to the time they first met when she hit him, and how the pain still lingered, the Thirteenth Prince felt a little weak.
It's already a miracle that she didn't explode and beat him up after he secretly asked for a marriage decree.
He was genuinely afraid she would beat him up.
In Yuqing Palace, the Crown Prince sat at the head of the table, flanked by Prince Zhi and the Fourteenth Prince.
After paying their respects to the Crown Prince, He Yue served tea to each of them, starting with the Prince of Zhi.
From Prince Zhi to the Ninth Prince, everyone gave her a gift upon their first meeting. When it was time to serve tea to the Tenth Prince, Heyue said, "Serve tea to Tenth Uncle."
The Tenth Prince stared blankly at Heyue, who remained motionless and did not accept the tea.
He Yue was secretly annoyed. What was this guy thinking? Her feet were aching from standing.
It wasn't until the Ninth Prince nudged him with his elbow that the Tenth Prince snapped out of his daze, took the tea, sipped it, and handed her a brocade box, never daring to look up at her again.
He Yue breathed a sigh of relief. When it came to the Twelfth Prince, the two of them were already acquaintances, so they were more at ease.
The twelfth prince glanced at the tenth prince, then looked up at Heyue, winking with a teasing expression.
Heyue glared at him. "Still playing around?"
The twelfth prince smiled, no longer looking at her, took the tea, took a sip, and gave her a brocade box in return.
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