The soft beauty is so good at teasing, the villain prince asks for a kiss

Duke Rong hesitated for a while, then slapped his thigh and sighed, "It is somewhat related."

The queen's face immediately darkened.

"I'm thinking of giving your Majesty a unique gift for the Emperor's Birthday. I've been thinking about it but I still can't think of a good idea. Someone below me said that your Majesty hasn't had any new concubines in the harem for a long time and there are no children in the harem. Your Majesty is in his prime, so why not give him a beautiful woman to help him have children..."

His voice became lower and lower, and he didn't even dare to look the queen in the eye. He turned his head away and said hesitantly, "Isn't it because I see the imperial concubine and the others gaining power that I feel anxious?"

"You——" The Queen was furious and picked up the teacup on the table to hit him. The Prince hurried to stop her, "Your Majesty, don't do that!"

The queen gritted her teeth, looked at her only brother, and put her hand down again. Finally, the teacup shattered at the feet of Duke Rong.

He was so frightened that he trembled, and immediately stood up and knelt down and said, "My queen, I was bewildered for a moment, but I really want your good!"

"Shut up! You know clearly whether you are doing this for me or for yourself!" The Queen stood up angrily, pointed at his nose and cursed: "How many times have I told you that Zhao'er is the crown prince, and thousands of eyes are staring at him, eager to pull him down at the slightest mistake. As his uncle, you must be more careful in what you say and do. I don't ask you to win credit for him, but I hope you can avoid mistakes. What about you?"

The Queen was too lazy to talk about the bad things he did.

Duke Rong looked ashamed and knelt there without saying a word.

The prince held the queen and comforted her for a long time before she calmed down a little.

He helped Duke Rong up and whispered, "Who did your uncle ask to send the dancers? Didn't he check their backgrounds beforehand?"

"I checked! I would definitely check thoroughly the people I was going to give to His Majesty. I didn't find any problems after checking. They all had clean family backgrounds. I asked the people from the Ministry of Rites to help me make some connections. They also checked before I agreed. Who knew that after all the checking, there would still be loopholes!"

Duke Rong regretted it so much that his intestines almost turned green, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope. He grabbed the prince's hand and said, "Although I sent the people, I only sent Fu Liuhua. The rest had nothing to do with me. It was all the Minister of Rites Zhao Lu's own decision. There was an assassin among the dancers, so it was his fault!"

His eyes lit up as he spoke, "Yes! Fu Liuhua didn't assassinate the emperor, she wanted to save him, this matter can't be blamed on me anyway!"

The prince frowned: "Who is Fu Liuhua?"

"It's the beauty who led the dance!" Duke Rong said excitedly, "I will take the initiative to tell His Majesty now. His Majesty will definitely not blame me!"

"Really?" The queen sat up straight, "None of the others have passed through your hands?"

Duke Rong pointed to the sky and swore, "It's absolutely true!"

The prince looked at the queen and said, "Mother, if that is the case, my uncle will at most be reprimanded by father, but nothing serious will happen."

The Queen pursed her lips and stared at Duke Rong for a long while. Duke Rong was sweating coldly. She waved her hand and said, "Go back and clean up your mess first, don't let anyone catch you. Then go to the Imperial Study and apologize. I can't control the result, and I don't want to control it. You have to bear the consequences of your actions."

"Yes." Duke Rong replied awkwardly and left the palace in disgrace.

*

Prince Ning’s Mansion, study.

Smoke curled up from the incense burner in the room, and the rich sandalwood scent lingered for a long time.

Prince Ning wore a cloak with a crane pattern and stood behind a desk, writing with a pen, looking relaxed and contented, as if the ups and downs outside had nothing to do with him.

However, this peace did not last long as it was interrupted by the sound of messy and heavy footsteps.

"Is Brother Ten here?"

"Yes, I will go in and report it."

"Do I need to be notified when I come?"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the study was roughly pushed open, and the little prince in dazzling red clothes ran in quickly, stepping on the golden light on the ground, and shouted repeatedly: "Tenth brother - Tenth brother, what are you doing?"

"Your Highness!" The guard at the door hurried in and glanced at Prince Ning with an embarrassed look on his face.

King Ning waved his hand, "No problem, leave."

"Yes."

The guard went out and closed the door. The Fourteenth Prince snorted and ran all the way to the desk, muttering, "What a tactless guy. I've come here so many times, and I still need him to pass on my message?"

"He is stupid, don't bother with him."

Prince Ning smiled, sat down in the armchair, put down his pen and looked at him leisurely, "What brings you here?"

The Fourteenth Prince found a seat and sat down. He snorted coldly, "Isn't it because of the assassin? I don't know who is so bold as to implicate my uncle!"

"What do you mean?" Prince Ning put the cakes on the table in front of him and asked softly, "What does this have to do with the Duke?"

The Fourteenth Prince was always defenseless in front of him. He confessed all the affairs of the palace in the time it took him to eat a piece of osmanthus cake.

Prince Ning's eyes fell on the half-finished landscape painting. He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The corners of his lips curved slightly, almost imperceptibly, and then straightened very quickly. The Fourteenth Prince was completely unaware.

"Tenth brother, do you think the emperor will vent his anger on my uncle?" The fourteenth prince was quite worried.

It can be seen that he has a really good relationship with Duke Rong.

"Don't worry, since the dancers were not sent by the Duke, they have nothing to do with him. Father is the most fair and will not punish the Duke for this."

Prince Ning put down the teacup, smiled at him soothingly, and asked in a gentle voice: "You came at the right time. Do you want to stay for dinner? I'll ask the kitchen to cook your favorite fish."

After all, he was young and his attention was easily diverted. The Fourteenth Prince immediately became excited, "Okay, that fish is still made by Tenth Brother's chef. Even the imperial chef in the palace can't compare to it."

King Ning asked people to prepare.

During the meal, the Fourteenth Prince mentioned Rong Heqing being named a princess, and was furious. "I originally wanted to teach her a lesson and embarrass her in public, but in the end, she shocked everyone with her song "Ten Sides of Ambush" and showed off her merit in saving the emperor in front of my father. Now, no one is left out, but she got the big advantage!"

He clenched the ivory chopsticks tightly, wishing he could break them to vent his anger.

Prince Ning shook his head and said, "Now that she is a princess, Rong Qiao's status has also risen. You should not offend her at this time."

The Fourteenth Prince was not happy to hear this and immediately threw down his chopsticks and was about to get angry. It took Prince Ning much persuasion to finally talk him down.

After finally finishing his meal, the Fourteenth Prince returned to the palace in a bad mood.

King Ning watched him leave, the false tenderness on his face disappeared, and he sneered, "Idiot."

Then he called his confidant and whispered, "Send a meal to Lord Zhao as well, don't let him go hungry."

The confidant was startled and bowed his head, saying, "Yes, I understand."

*

On the third day, Rong Heqing's abdominal wound was no longer as painful, and with the help of the system, there was no fever or inflammation, and he recovered well.

She immediately asked Concubine Xian to let her go home to recuperate.

The virtuous concubine tried to persuade her to stay, but Rong Heqing stopped her by saying that she felt uneasy here.

The palace is like a cage, it is not suitable to stay here for long.

The virtuous concubine had no choice but to have someone prepare the sedan chair and carry the person back slowly.

Rong Qiao followed the sedan chair and looked at her from time to time, asking, "Are you okay?"

Rong Heqing lifted the curtain and said helplessly: "How come you look so old at such a young age? If you keep nagging, you might not be able to find a wife in the future."

Rong Qiao rolled her eyes at her, "You should just worry about yourself. Princesses with sharp tongues are the ones who really can't get married."

Rong Heqing: "..."

She made a serious note of him in the little notebook in her heart and prepared to go back to Chu Suifeng to complain.

The sedan chair was carried all the way to the gate of the palace. Before it left, someone suddenly called out from behind, "Is that Princess Changle in front?"