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

The letter from South City came together with the first snow in Yundu.

It is now the beginning of October, and a month has passed since the Wanshou Festival. Rong Heqing eats on time every day and takes the best medicinal herbs to replenish his body. The wounds on his abdomen and hands have mostly healed.

It is estimated that he will be completely recovered in another month. Seeing this, Cui Mei returned home with peace of mind.

After lying in bed for a month, she almost felt stupid. When she felt better, she asked Wanzhuzheliu to take turns supporting her to walk around the house.

It happened to snow today, so I couldn't contain my excitement and wanted to go out and see the scenery.

Zheliu couldn't persuade her, so he took out a hood and cloak from the closet and wrapped her in three layers before letting her go.

Rong Heqing stood in the corridor, looking at the snow foam floating in the air like falling petals, and couldn't help but take a deep breath of the fresh cool air.

The whole person feels refreshed from the inside out.

"Princess—a letter has arrived!"

"There's a letter from Nancheng!"

The doorman hurried in, waving at her with an envelope in his hand.

"Let me see--"

Rong Heqing held onto the pillars and walked to the steps. The doorman handed her the letter and said breathlessly, "The messenger also said that the prince said that the princess just needs to think it through, and he will take care of everything."

There wasn't much in the letter, just asking about her recent health and praising her for her bravery.

At the end, he said that Prince Duan was not as simple as he looked and asked her to be more careful.

Rong Heqing's lips burned after reading the letter. He turned around and handed it to Wan Zhu, "Put it away."

"Yes."

Wanzhu put the letter into a box specially for storing family letters and placed it under the wardrobe.

Rong Heqing called Chu Suifeng and asked him to deliver a letter to Prince Duan.

Qin Yunxian came on the same day he received the news and brought a bunch of medicinal herbs and supplements.

At that time, Rong Heqing had just changed the medicine and was sitting by the couch, making tea and enjoying the snow.

Guan Zhen pushed Qin Yunxian in.

The wheels of the wheelchair pressed on the snow, making a creaking sound. I thought the snow would stop after a while, but it kept getting heavier. In just one hour, the sky and the earth were covered in silver.

Qin Yunxian's black robe became the only color in the white world.

Rong Heqing saw him at a glance and called out, "Qin Yunxian——"

This crisp and cheerful sound touches people's hearts.

Qin Yunxian looked over through the falling snow and met her smiling eyes.

Steam rose from the small window, and the beautiful lady in red clothes raised the teacup in the distance, "Would you like a drink?"

Qin Yunxian smiled and said, "It would be disrespectful to refuse."

*

Rong Heqing moved from the couch to the ground, sat down at the eight-immortal table, and poured Qin Yunxian a cup of hot tea.

Qin Yunxian stopped at the door and brushed off the fallen snow before coming in.

But he still carried the cold smell of fresh snow.

Rong Heqing got straight to the point and said, "Your Majesty, have you received the letter?"

"Got it." Qin Yunxian picked up the teacup and took a sip of hot tea, his brows softened, "Have you really thought it through?"

Rong Heqing nodded, "I've thought about it. It doesn't matter who I marry. At least we are familiar with each other and we are a good match. Neither of us will suffer any loss."

Qin Yun nodded casually.

"However, there are some things I need to say in advance." Rong Heqing waved his hand, and Wan Zhu immediately stepped forward holding a piece of paper.

"This is the prenuptial agreement I drafted. Take a look. If you accept it, please sign it and put your fingerprints on it. If you don't accept it, let's cut our losses and call it a day."

While he was speaking, the ink pad, brush and ink were all ready.

Qin Yunxian raised his eyebrows, took the agreement and started reading it.

Article 1: If both parties have someone they truly love, they must divorce in a dignified manner. After the divorce, the man and the woman can remarry and have nothing to do with each other.

Article 2: If there is really no one you like, you can just make do with each other but not sleep in the same bed.

Article 3: Do not interfere with each other’s behavior and do not pry into each other’s secrets.

After reading it, he laughed, but said nothing. He just picked up the pen and wrote his name, pressed his fingerprints, and returned it to Rong Heqing. Rong Heqing reached out to take it, but he didn't let go immediately. When Rong Heqing looked at him in confusion, he asked softly: "Princess, do you know that even if you sign this contract, you can't take it to court?"

It would be fine if Qin Yunxian exposed this kind of thing, but Rong Heqing would most likely be accused of being heretical and ridiculous.

Rong Heqing nodded, "Of course I know, I didn't intend to threaten you with this. A gentleman's agreement is meant to constrain gentlemen. I believe you."

Qin Yunxian was stunned and looked at her deeply.

Her words are more binding than this piece of paper.

Finally, he let go of her hand and said, "In order not to betray the princess's trust, I am willing to be a gentleman for once."

The two smiled at each other, Rong Heqing picked up the teacup and said, "It's a pleasure to work with you."

Qin Yunxian raised his glass and clinked it with his own. "It's a pleasure to work with you."

*

The next day, Qin Yunxian went to the palace to ask for permission from the emperor to grant him and Rong Heqing a marriage.

The emperor sent someone to ask Rong Heqing's opinion, and was delighted to learn that the King of Annan also agreed. He immediately ordered the Imperial Astronomical Observatory to calculate an auspicious day for the two to get married.

The imperial edict praised Ronghe Qing highly, and rewards were sent to the Annan Palace like water.

People were talking about it, saying all kinds of things.

Rong Heqing turned a deaf ear to everything and stayed at home to recuperate.

During this period, Concubine Xian sent Prince Jin to ask once, and Rong Heqing only said that she and Prince Duan were in love with each other and it was her own will.

Prince Jin had nothing more to say and left sadly.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of October and winter had completely arrived. Rong and Qing were almost recovered and were finally able to get out of bed and walk around on their own.

The first thing she did after getting out of bed was to block Liang Changjin.

While recovering from her injuries, she watched Liang Changjin's evil thoughts value rise and fall, up and down, and finally stopped at eighty-five.

It was a little lower than the night of the Longevity Festival, but a full ten points higher than when we first met!

If you leave it alone, it will break through ninety-five sooner or later.

By then even gods won’t be able to save you.

As soon as she got on the carriage, Chu Suifeng glared at her, "Go ahead and do what you want. I'll see when you'll lose your life."

Rong Heqing held the hand warmer and smiled bitterly. What could she do?

If you don't torture her, she will die faster.

After thinking it over, she took out the wooden fish that hadn't been used for a long time and knocked it, "Xiao Chu, you've been a little irritable recently, so you should be careful to keep a good mood."

After this knock, both she and Chu Suifeng paused for a moment, and then their minds became clear and they both calmed down.

Chu Suifeng glanced at her, lowered the curtain and said, "Sit tight."

He jumped onto the carriage, pulled the reins and said, "Gee--"

The carriage broke through the cold wind and headed towards Liang Changjin's residence.

*

The days are short in winter, and it was cloudy today, so it was completely dark before the hour of Xu.

The vendors closed their stalls early and went home. Only a few inns had lanterns hanging on their doors on the street. At first glance, the street looked empty and deserted.

The alley was pitch black.

"Squeak-"

"Squeak-"

Some people were walking forward in the snow, taking one deep step and one shallow step.

"Hu-hu-"

The hot air exhaled with heavy breathing instantly turned into white mist and dissipated in the north wind.

She really couldn't bear it anymore, so she stopped and blew into her hands and rubbed them vigorously.

Her hands were already red and purple from the cold and she was almost numb.

A bird flew up from somewhere, and the sound of its flapping wings startled her. She couldn't help but look back, only to see a man dressed in black standing at the entrance of the alley. The knife in his hand turned, reflecting a cold light.

"Where else do you want to go?"