Chapter 131 Your Highness's Kissing Skills Are Terrible
"My son, you are still young."
Getting married isn't something to rush.
Qi Ye believed he was in good health; he wouldn't live past a hundred or eighty, but he was certainly in his sixties or seventies, more than enough to raise his eldest son into a wise ruler. There was no need to rush things about the next generation.
If we get married later, we can marry ten or eight of them. Then we won't have to worry about not having children and grandchildren.
Qi Ye wasn't in a hurry, really, he wasn't in a hurry at all. He earnestly advised, "Ah Zheng, a man should establish his career before starting a family. You're still young, you've only been back for a year. First, familiarize yourself with the politics of the court, and get to know different families. Don't get caught up in petty romances."
Even if you're obsessed with romance, it's fine; you could marry ten or eight of them and they'd still applaud.
But it also depends on who you marry.
Who is Song Jin?
Although he had only met that girl three times, hadn't he heard enough about her imposing manner?
Let's not even mention that she can't write a single character properly, that she's less educated than her own son; let's not even mention that she disregards rules, dislikes dealing with people, and is incapable of managing a household; let's not even mention that she spends her days running around, playing with cats and dogs, taking her grown son to scale city walls, catch thieves, and trek through wild forests...
Leaving aside these points
As the emperor, the ruler of the land, he still possessed the magnanimity to tolerate such minor flaws.
But she is Song Shang's own daughter. He may not understand Song Jin, but how could he not understand Song Shang?
That kid was both paranoid and insane. If it weren't for the fact that his mother almost died in his place back then, he would have disappeared long ago after the new dynasty was established. Over the years, he has never stopped working, moving from politics to agriculture, then to commerce, Taoism, and industry...
I want to get involved in everything
Those people just thought he was ambitious, but only Qi Ye knew that this guy was just too bored. He didn't really want to live, but he couldn't die, and he couldn't die, so he could only keep causing trouble.
Under such circumstances, the existence of Song Jin and her daughter Niu Tielan was nothing short of a miracle, and their importance to Song Shang was self-evident.
If something really happens to the mother and daughter
Qi Ye's eyelids twitched at the thought; he certainly didn't want his precious son to get involved in this mess.
Young people are fickle; they're so easily swayed by love now, but what if things change in a couple of years?
The consequences are serious.
Even as an emperor, Qi Ye didn't want to test this possibility. No one knew better than him how destructive Song Shang was, nor did anyone know better than him what Song Shang had sacrificed over the years.
In terms of sentiment, reason, and righteousness
It's best for the two young people to stay far apart.
Qi Ye looked at his silent, beloved son across from him and earnestly advised, "Ah Zheng, you are your only son. Everything will be yours in the future. What kind of beauty can't you have? Don't even mention one, you can choose ten or a hundred. Even the noble ladies of ministers and marquises are yours to choose from. Whichever one you like, your father will immediately issue an imperial decree for you..."
As long as it's not Song brocade, anything else is fine.
Aside from the Song Dynasty merchants, the other official families were all normal 'people'.
Qi Zheng stood opposite Qi Ye, watching the worry on his face and listening to his earnest advice. His expression remained unchanged, showing neither resistance nor sway. His dark eyes, like the night, concealed all emotions.
Qi Zheng slowly spoke: "Just now, it seemed like Father was teaching me to be a tyrannical ruler in the future."
Qi Ye felt inexplicably guilty: "...Really?"
What did he say again?
Having three wives and four concubines, three palaces and six courtyards, noble ladies and beauties—isn't that normal?
Seeing that he took it for granted, Qi Zheng pursed his lips slightly, his dark eyes fixed on him, and asked in return, "If Mother were still alive, would Father still say such a thing?"
Qi Ye was somewhat lost in thought; through his eyes, it was as if he could see his sister, who had passed away many years ago.
That year, the Qi family threatened her life, forcing him to remarry. His sister then wanted a divorce, and he used every means to keep her. Even though he treated her like nothing afterward, she wasn't happy.
When he later ascended the throne, before anyone could even mention the matter of the harem, she was already on her deathbed. He never faced these choices, nor did he need to resist those temptations.
Two years after his sister's death, he naturally began to take in beautiful women, though not many, and none of them were particularly affectionate. Song Shang often used this to mock him in the past.
Qi Ye felt that Song Shang was stubborn. But people always have to move on. He still deeply loved A-Mei, and no one could surpass her position in his heart. Yet, he also longed for the mortal world and was unwilling to suffer for this deep affection.
He remained silent for a long time before saying, "Ah Zheng, your father used to be just like you."
Qi Ye understood that true friendship was rare, but he also knew better than anyone that it was even harder to maintain.
His son suffered enough in the past few years. In the days to come, he should abide by the way of being a ruler and enjoy the rest of his life. With three or five good friends, two or three wives and concubines, he can enjoy light songs and dances, fine clothes and delicacies. Isn't that wonderful?
If we insist on pursuing this youthful friendship, we're satisfied now, but what about a year, two years, ten years, or twenty years?
That girl was strong-willed to begin with, and behind her was an even more strong-willed and difficult old monster whose lifespan was unknown.
He was worried about the future.
Qi Zheng shook his head and said softly, "Father and I are different. Father and Mother were helpless and surrounded by enemies, only wanting to survive. I have the most powerful support in the world, and I can seek happiness."
"..."
Listen to this, listen to these words.
Qi Ye couldn't remember what he had just said. He cleared his throat, composed himself, and forced a smile, saying, "Ah Zheng is right. Back when your mother and I were, the world was in chaos, and she suffered a lot, which damaged her foundation."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have died so tragically, never to have been found.
Qi Zheng: "The world is at peace now, and the country is prosperous and the people are safe, all thanks to the wisdom of my father, the emperor. When I was traveling the world, the thing I heard most often was people praising you, saying that you are a wise emperor for all ages."
Qi Ye coughed lightly, speaking modestly: "Not at all, not at all. It's all thanks to the hard work of the entire court. I just did what I was supposed to do."
A smile flashed in Qi Zheng's eyes as he continued, "To be Father Emperor's son is my greatest honor."
Qi Ye couldn't suppress his smile and waved his hand, saying, "Don't flatter me. No matter how much you say, this won't work out today. You're still young, inexperienced, and not mature enough."
Seeing that he still hadn't nodded, Qi Zheng sighed inwardly and gently cupped his hands in greeting: "Then I will come again tomorrow. Father, please have your meal and rest early."
Qi Ye: ...
Couldn't they have acted a little longer?
This child
He said irritably, "It's so late, let's eat together and rest in the palace tonight."
Qi Zheng paused for a moment, then declined, "I won't disturb Father any longer. The palace examination is in two days; Father should get some rest."
Qi Ye looked at him and suddenly sneered: "Is it so I can rest, or so you can run wild with that girl?"
Qi Zheng stood there, upright and dignified. Unlike his usual cold and aloof demeanor, his imposing aura dissipated in front of his father, replaced by silence and composure. He looked at his father earnestly and attentively, saying, "Father, I am very happy with Mingguang."
Qi Ye remained silent for a while before waving his hand impatiently, "Go, go, go. I can eat more if you don't take me."
Qi Zheng cupped his hands in greeting: "Your subject will take his leave now."
...
It was already dark when I left the Imperial Study, and by the time I stepped out of the palace gates, night had completely enveloped the entire city of Yong'an.
The sky was overcast today, with dark clouds obscuring the moon and plunging the city into darkness.
The northern district was mostly inhabited by high-ranking officials and nobles, and lanterns hung in front of each mansion. Although the lights were dim, one could still feel the liveliness of the place as one walked by.
The carriage traveled along the road, with servants carrying torches and lanterns to clear the way and prevent any bumps or potholes from startling the traveler. It returned to the Prince's residence at a leisurely pace.
The steward of the manor came over: "Has Your Highness finished your meal? The food in the kitchen is warm, would you like to eat there?"
Qi Zheng: "Once everything's set up in the main hall, let's disperse and get some rest."
The butler smiled and withdrew, saying, "Alright!"
Qi Zheng was used to supporting himself and didn't have the habit of being waited on, so when he suddenly changed his dining location and wouldn't let anyone near him, no one thought much of it.
Even if you think about it a lot, you can only think about it.
The servants inside the manor busied themselves, wrapping up the last tasks of the day.
Qi Zheng walked towards the main courtyard. There were guards at the entrance, and usually there were also guards inside, but now they had all been moved to guard outside. There was no one else in the courtyard except when it was being cleaned. Only the lanterns swayed in the wind, illuminating the path ahead and behind.
He stepped onto the bluestone slabs and walked towards the room, where oil lamps were already lit and soft breathing could be heard.
He paused, gently closed the door, and walked inside. He went around the screen, and the bed curtains were lowered. The blankets, which should have been neatly folded, were in disarray, bulging underneath. From left to right, a person was sleeping in a haphazard, sprawling position.
Qi Zheng looked around the bedside; books were scattered haphazardly, and one was hidden beneath his thick, black hair.
My heart felt like it had been hit by something, my speed increased rapidly, and a surge of heat welled up inside.
There really is someone waiting for him.
He lifted the bed curtains, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and reached out to stroke his dark hair: "Sleepy?"
As someone who practices martial arts, it's quite easy to distinguish between genuine sleep and feigned sleep.
Song Jin poked her head out from under the covers, still sleepy, grabbed his hand and rubbed it against her head, then lay back down on the bed, not wanting to move: "So warm."
Although she's not afraid of the cold, a warm bed has a magical power that makes you never want to get out.
She had been asleep for a while, her head buried in her hands, her face flushed, and her forehead slightly sweaty. Clinging to his hand, her skin was warm and damp, and soon her palms, which had been chilled from the road, were sweating again.
Qi Zheng sat stiffly on the edge of the bed like a wooden statue. After a while, seeing that she was dozing off again, he said in a low voice, "Go back to sleep later, let's eat first."
Song Jin mumbled sleepily, "I'm not hungry either."
Her room in the Song residence was very nice, made of the finest materials, but it still paled in comparison to Qi Zheng, the emperor's precious son. Many things there were specially supplied, like the quilt—she didn't know what it was made of, but it was thin yet soft, and it was so warm and comfortable to lie in.
Song Jin had planned to take Qi Zheng out for a stroll before she arrived, but after lying down, she didn't want to move anymore.
Qi Zheng looked at the person lying in bed with a sense of helplessness.
Song Jin ignored him, using his large hand as a pillow, taking the initiative and lying motionless on his bed until the large hand under her head moved, suddenly grabbing her shoulder, and she was lifted out of bed.
She didn't move, yawned, lazily reached out and patted his chest, then slipped her hand inside his collar, very unscrupulously touching his hard, full breasts.
Qi Zheng's expression stiffened, and he quickly let go, trying to put the person down.
However, inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult.
With a flick of her wrist, Song Jin hooked herself onto him like a koala. Her previously sleepy eyes brightened like the moon. With a push, she climbed up a little higher, her face now face to face with his, their noses rubbing together.
She raised her eyebrows and curled her lips: "How can Your Highness, the Prince of Qi, be so stingy? You can't even touch me?"
Qi Zheng looked at her with his dark eyes, and said helplessly, "Stop fooling around, let's eat."
Song Jin leaned closer, her lips brushing against his: "What's wrong, Your Highness? Are you hungry?"
She pressed herself tightly against him, her long legs wrapped around his waist, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, her breath lightly brushing against his face, her red lips occasionally brushing against the corner of her mouth, proactive and bold.
Qi Zheng's eyes darkened slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Stop fooling around."
Song Jin raised her lips, moved forward, and pressed her lips heavily against his, biting them gently before pulling away. A sly glint flashed in her eyes: "Your Highness isn't so stubborn, is he? Why are you so harsh in your words?"
Qi Zheng: ...
Although there had been two similar encounters before, both were in the wild, with other people around, and were more of a purely intimate affair.
Now, only the two of them were there, pressed close together, their breaths mingling in the small, dimly lit room.
Qi Zheng froze like a stone, not daring to move.
Song Jin was the kind of person who would take an inch and then a mile. Seeing that he didn't move, she became even more impolite, holding him tightly with one arm while the other hand went up and down his shoulder, arm, and waist to pinch him.
Inspection
Verify your own partner
If you don't inspect the goods before marriage, you'll suffer the consequences afterward.
She grinned, her phoenix eyes burning with an eerie light, like lanterns, and it looked as if she was about to crawl down after having ravaged her upper body.
Qi Zheng's eyelids twitched. He reached out and grabbed her hand tightly, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He pressed her head down and bit her red lips.
This person
This person is really...
Too arrogant
Song Jin was somewhat surprised by the bite, hissing softly. Her gaze fell on his covered eyelids, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, her face flushed with barely concealed red. She blinked, her eyes piercing.
Qi Zheng had never felt so strongly that having such keen perception was a bad thing. He reached out and covered her wide eyes; her eyelashes rustled, and even through his hand, he couldn't hide the feeling of being spied on.
He was even more annoyed, and he pressed his lips harder. A hissing sound was heard, and he paused slightly, feeling a pang of regret.
She's still young, why should he bother with these things?
Thinking of this, Qi Zheng stopped his overly 'rough' biting, suppressing his heavy breathing, but he couldn't stop the heaving of his chest. Somewhat embarrassed, he lowered his eyelids, took a deep breath, and was about to apologize when his wet tongue brushed against his lips.
Song Jin licked her lips and sighed sincerely, "Your Highness's kissing skills are terrible."
She now believes that this person doesn't have any close female friends.
Qi Zheng's breath hitched again, his gaze fixed intently on the unusually bold person before him.
Song Jin had had her fill of fun. She released her grip on the man, wiped her mouth, patted his chest, 'inadvertently' smeared drool on his clothes, and jumped down, looking completely innocent: "Let's eat, let's eat! I'm starving!"
Qi Zheng continued to stare at her intently.
Song Jin glared back: "What?"
Qi Zheng took a deep breath: "It's nothing."
Song Jin gave a light hum, finally satisfied. She clapped her hands, a smug look on her face, and said, "Stop dawdling! Let's go, let's eat. We still have to practice swordsmanship later. I heard they say a leopard seems to have appeared at Golden Bell Mountain. Let's go find someone to make leather boots..."
She's done a lot of bad things, but she forgets them quickly too. She turns her head and acts like they never happened, then crosses her arms and mutters to herself.
Because she had just woken up, her clothes were a little disheveled, and her beautiful hair was loose, falling to her waist, somewhat fluffy, like a squirrel's tail sticking out and swaying back and forth.
She muttered to herself, but received no reply. Growing annoyed, she strode back, squinted at the man standing there, and poked his chest, about to launch into another preemptive attack.
Qi Zheng lowered his eyes, but his already suppressed desire finally broke free under her persistent, disruptive actions.
He could no longer contain himself, and grabbed her hands, gently pulling them together.
My original intention was to pull her close and kiss her fiercely to shut her up.
But who is Song Jin?
Seeing that she was about to be grabbed, she quickly blocked it with her hand and then swung her elbow.
Qi Zheng took a deep breath, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up.
Song Jin bared her teeth and took two steps back. Caught off guard, she stumbled and fell onto the thick, soft bed. She sprang up instantly, glared at the person beside the bed, and kicked them mercilessly with her long leg.
Qi Zheng avoided the bed. He stood by the bed, his chest heaving, his dark eyes deep, like the deep sea at night, concealing an unseen ferocious beast.
Song Jin didn't care about anything else. Seeing that her movements had missed, she rolled over again, stood up on the bed, slightly raised her chin, looked down at him, and snorted, "What? Your Highness is not convinced?"
Qi Zheng's breathing deepened, and he said in a deep voice, "I disagree."
What a defiant attitude!
Why should I be dissatisfied?
She gained the advantage through her own abilities.
Song Jin glared with her phoenix eyes, raised her foot, and stomped straight on the person's chest. Just as she was about to utter a harsh word, her ankle was suddenly clamped tightly. With a clever twist, she instinctively fell backward.
Qi Zheng pressed down on the person's shoulder.
Song Jin squinted. Although the bedding was thick and soft, and the bed was comfortable, she didn't like being pressed down. She tried to push her knees up, but they were firmly stopped. She wasn't surprised; she simply followed the movement, used her hands to push herself up, and rolled over.
The next instant, she was grabbed by a large hand and slammed onto someone with a thud.
The wooden bed serves as a fighting platform, with players switching between offense and defense.
At first, Song Jin wanted to leave, but later she wanted to stay. Using the edge of the bed as a boundary, she tried her best to turn the person off the bed, kicking, punching, and wrestling...
The two people occupied the bed securely, while the expensive azure silk quilt ended up on the floor.
Finally, Song Jin clung to the man, crossing her legs to restrain him, her elbows pressed against his neck, her eyes gleaming brightly from the fight.
She definitely couldn't beat this person in a sword fight, but in close combat...
Song Jin leaned close to the man, her chest exposed after the fight, her long, black hair brushing against his face and neck, seeping into his chest. She didn't care, grinning as she pressed herself against him, her eyes bright with excitement.
She raised her lips in a smug smile: "You lost."
Qi Zheng didn't speak. He was panting, his dark eyes fixed on her. He suddenly broke free from her grasp, and in response to her sudden counterattack, he pressed her head down and kissed her heavily, filled with intense annoyance.
This mouth is not suitable for speaking.
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