The concubine is soft and charming, and the prince is willing to seduce her

Chapter 140 The Prince is Sad

Wei Qingye even breathed much more lightly, for fear of waking the person in front of him, otherwise he would not even have a moment's attachment to her.

However, the opposite happened. The person lying on the couch moved her eyelids slightly, and before His Royal Highness the Crown Prince could dodge, she opened her eyes in a daze.

"Your Highness?" Nan Zhiyu lay on the couch, staring at him without blinking.

Under the dim light, those glassy eyes were misty, like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

The bed made of small purple-leaf sandalwood was delicate and soft. As the person moved, the irises on the silk curtains swayed.

Nan Zhiyu was wearing a white nightgown and kneeling on the couch, her waist looked empty and she seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Wei Qingye felt uneasy. He was afraid that the person in front of him would drive him away as soon as he opened his mouth. Every word he said would pierce his heart, causing him unbearable pain.

"Zhizhi, I'm leaving right now, don't cry."

The large, warm palm gently stroked her cheek, as if he was greedy for the warmth that was within reach and was unwilling to let go.

Nan Zhiyu raised her head slightly, her long black hair draped behind her, making her neck look white and slender. She rubbed her little face against his palm.

Wei Qingye was a little stunned, a burst of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his heart beat faster and faster.

Could it be that the person in front of him finally figured it out and was going to forgive him?

"Your Highness, will you only call me Zhizhi in dreams?" Nan Zhiyu whispered softly, and the tears from the corners of her eyes fell into his palm, burning his skin.

"Zhizhi, I have repaid Ming Zhaoyi for saving my life, and I will never treat you like this again in the future."

Wei Qingye resisted the urge to embrace the person in front of him, and expressed his longing for her word by word.

Nan Zhiyu curled up like a frightened little animal, with her arms around his waist. After hearing what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said, she lowered her eyes in disappointment.

"In the dream, Your Highness is going to deceive Zhizhi like that little brother?"

The night rain kept knocking on the window, accompanied by the whimpering of the cold wind. Nan Zhiyu's words were filled with tears, and even the ending tone sounded aggrieved.

Wei Qingye's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with cruelty as he stared at Nan Zhiyu, while he gently stroked the back of her white neck.

"Good boy, tell me what the little brother's name is."

The voice was clear and seductive, and murderous intent was hidden in her phoenix eyes.

Once he finds out who that young man is, he will cut him into pieces.

Not only has Zhizhi been thinking about him for so long, but he also dared to deceive Zhizhi. He deserves to die!

A sneer flashed across Nan Zhiyu's eyes. It turned out that all men were the same, even the high and mighty Crown Prince was not immune to it.

"When I was young, I braved the rain to go to the mountains to collect herbs to save my aunt. But I ran into a little brother who had just crawled out of the water. He grabbed my ankle and asked me to save him, saying that he would reward me handsomely afterwards. Who knew he was a liar who broke his promise?"

Wei Qingye seemed to have his acupuncture points fixed, and he stood there like a wooden stake, unable to move.

"I, I am not..." a liar.

He still couldn't utter the last two words.

Nan Zhiyu gently pulled the jade pendant on his waist and whispered, "My aunt passed away that night, leaving behind only this pendant."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's whole body was tense, but various blurry scenes of how he was rescued that year flashed through his mind one by one, and his left hand, hidden in his sleeve, was clenched tightly.

"Good boy Zhizhi, if you can meet that little brother again, will you forgive him?"

Wei Qingye rolled her throat twice until her throat was no longer so dry, then she lowered her voice and asked. Her beautiful glass eyes flashed with a smile that did not reach the bottom of her eyes, and she asked back: "Then can Your Highness forgive someone who indirectly killed your mother?"

The answer is obvious, no.

Wei Qingye's heart suddenly sank to the bottom. He suppressed his emotions and said, "Zhizhi is very tired now. You should close your eyes and have a good rest."

Nan Zhiyu was also exhausted from acting, so she obediently lay on the couch, closed her eyes, and let His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cover her with a quilt.

Wei Qingye stood beside the couch, looking at her infatuatedly, his eyes gradually turning scarlet.

If Zhizhi hadn't met him that night, would her aunt have survived and would she have not been alone and helpless for so many years?

It turns out that all her suffering over the years was caused by him!
And how can the person who caused all this live peacefully? !
He looked at the person on the couch and saw that his breathing had calmed down, then he turned around and left quietly.

The red door creaked open, letting in a cold wind, and then quickly closed again.

Chai Hui was leaning against the corridor, dozing off with a whisk in his arms. He raised his head quickly when he heard the noise, and when he saw the figure of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he felt sick all over.

"Your Highness, why did you come out?" Chai Hui asked, glancing into the room.

He thought that thanks to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's abilities, he would definitely stay here tonight, but who knew that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would come out in just one hour!

"Could it be that Master Yue still refuses to forgive Your Highness?" Chai Hui asked, carefully holding up an oil-paper umbrella and approaching him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Qingye turned his head and glanced at him.

Chai Hui was frightened by the Crown Prince's scarlet eyes. He was about to kneel down trembling, but he saw the Crown Prince sighing, "I did something wrong, it's right for her to be angry."

The figures of the master and servant disappeared in the vast night rain, and Nan Zhiyu then quietly closed the window.

She just wanted to make His Royal Highness the Crown Prince feel pain. If it didn't hurt, how could it be unforgettable?

She didn't want to treat Wei Qingye as the Crown Prince like the other concubines in the Eastern Palace. If that happened, the relationship between the two could only be that of the Crown Prince and the concubine.

No matter how favored a concubine was, after years, her beauty would fade and her favor would disappear, just like the emperors and ministers of all dynasties.

What she wanted, besides wealth and glory, was a man's love and guilt for her.

She wanted to take away all the special treatment that Ming Zhaoyi had received from His Highness.

The fact that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince climbed over the wall and entered Changle Palace while drunk was kept a secret and no news was leaked.

Nan Zhiyu didn't get anxious when she saw that there was no movement in Hexiangyuan.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince never sent anyone over again. Instead, Concubine Mu and Concubine Jiang often came to visit, making Changle Palace very lively.

"Zhizhi, Zhizhi, look what good things I got today?" Mu Chang walked in with a delicate wooden box in her hand, smiling.

When Nan Zhiyu heard the noise, she quickly put down the book in her hand and walked forward to greet her: "Sister Mu, what strange things have you brought with you?"

Mu Chang put the wooden box on the table, took her hand and sat on the chair, and said excitedly: "I saw you stay in the house all day long, and I haven't seen you go out for a walk for a long time, so I brought you the new good things I got from outside."

The wooden box was opened, revealing three exquisite Moros inside. They were neat and delicate, and looked very lovely.

　Alas, the girl's love life is not smooth, I feel so sad! Woo woo woo (=ＴェＴ=), I really want to beat the prince up.

　　It's really impossible to hit him through the dimensional wall. If he could, Tangtang would pick up a 1m8 stick and push him out the door.

　　(End of this chapter)