I dressed as a princess and cheated on myself

"No, no. I am just a poor man. How dare I resent the noble prince? I said it sincerely. Your Highness should not feel any psychological burden. Just think of it as a dream, a nightmare. I promise not to bother you. If my existence is a stain on your Highness, I can disappear immediately and promise not to appear in front of you again."

She stood up and tried to run, but he grabbed her wrist, looking slightly angry, "Sit down. Whether it is a nightmare or a sweet dream, I will decide for myself."

What do you mean?

Sweet dream?

Song Bushi couldn't understand him, but she still sat down obediently. She really couldn't guess what this man was thinking.

"My Lord, have you drunk too much?"

She carefully took away the bottle, fearing that he would go crazy. He actually drank such a strong liquor as if it were water.

It’s almost empty, and this bottle is 500 ml!

"No, the king is very sober."

He took the bottle back and filled it up himself, his other hand holding her wrist, never letting go.

Song Bushi felt very uncomfortable, "Your Majesty, are you still drinking? Have some food."

He was a little excited, his face flushed, and he looked at her with more affection, "Tell me, I really want to know..."

"What...what are you talking about?"

Song Bushi wanted to cry but had no tears. She didn't want to continue to lie for fear of being exposed.

He was very persistent, even moving his face closer, staring at her with his eyes fixed.

His eyes showed confusion, doubt, frustration, mixed with a bit of heartache and tenderness. It's hard to describe in words.

She had no choice but to keep backing away, and he kept moving forward, and the two of them stood stiffly in a very strange posture.

The strong smell of alcohol and the feeling of oppression hit Song Bushi in the face. It was the first time in her life that she was approached so closely by a man. She was terrified. There was nothing behind her and she had nowhere to retreat. She was about to fall down, but he reached out and hugged her waist in time.

Her butt was sitting on the stone bench, but her body was sleeping in mid-air. His hands were dragging her body, and his body was almost pressing on her. This posture was so ambiguous that it made people blush.

Song Bushi had never been so flustered before. She gently pushed him with her hands, her pretty face flushed as if blood could drip out. "Prince, I'll tell you, isn't it enough for me to tell you? Let me go first."

As soon as he loosened his grip, her back really fell to the ground, and the back of her head hit the ground with a thud, causing her to grimacing in pain.

You stinky man, I told you to let go and you really did, without even bothering to help me up!

He was indeed a little drunk, and when he noticed her fall to the ground, he quickly picked her up.

Then he sat back in his seat, continued drinking, and waited to hear their story.

Song Bushi sat back down, rubbed his head and continued talking, simply telling the story of Rose and Jack on the boat in a little more detail. He listened silently, looking very serious.

When he talked about the portrait he painted for her, he turned his head and looked at her straight in the eyes again.

Song Bushi quickly shut up, thinking, it's over, has he been exposed? Doesn't he know how to draw?

"My lord, what's wrong?"

She gently stroked his hand, but he held it tightly, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

Song Bushi said in pain, "My Lord, you hurt me."

When he heard her say it hurt, he realized that he had been using too much force with his hands. He carefully loosened his grip a little, but not completely.

If he might have had doubts before, after hearing this, he truly believed it.

Before he was five years old, he was a happy child with parents. The only memory of his childhood was the scene of his mother teaching him to paint, which always remained in his mind.

After losing his parents, he never painted for others again.

Countless nights, he missed his beloved mother and would hide in the house to paint his mother's face.

Therefore, no one in the world knew that he could paint. He never mentioned it to others. Even when there were occasions where he needed to paint, he would say that he couldn't.

Because he only uses his pen to draw the people he loves the most!

If she was really a liar, she would never reveal such a big loophole!

"Your Majesty?"

Song Bushi became more and more uneasy and tried to save the situation, "It happened a long time ago, I don't remember it clearly."

"I'm sorry for making you suffer."

He drank the last bit of the wine, looking very tragic.

Song Bushi really wanted to say, there is no need to be like this, I was just lying to you and you actually believed it!

Were all men in ancient times so innocent?

After finishing a whole bottle of wine, he threw the bottle away and announced, "This king now officially appoints you as the lost concubine, the lost and found again! From now on, you are this king's woman!"

"Don't..." Song Bushi knelt down directly, "Your Majesty, I am not worthy of you with my status and position!"

You stinky man, you can't repay kindness with evil.

I arranged delicious food and wine for you and told you stories. I didn't mean to be your woman. You misunderstood, dear!

"If I say you are worthy, then you are worthy. Just rest assured. I will protect you from now on, and no one will dare to bully you! Also, you gave birth to these two lovely babies for me. For this reason, I will not let you down!"

Song Bushi, "..."

“I refuse!

"She really couldn't stand it any longer," This kind of thing is not something you can decide on your own, at least you have to ask for my consent, right? I tell you, I don't want to be a concubine, you have no right to decide my life!"

He stared at her blankly and burped, "You...you want to be the queen?"

It's not that it's impossible, but that requires the emperor to grant the marriage, and considering her status and background, I'm afraid the emperor won't agree.

"I didn't, that's not what I meant. I don't want anything. I just want the prince to promise me to raise the two children well. Is that okay?"

He felt inexplicably lost in his heart, "You still hate me, so you don't want to be my woman, right?"

Song Bushi was speechless. Could you please stop being so dramatic? Honey.

"No, I really don't hate you..."

"This king understands. This king understands everything."

He interrupted her and said affectionately, "It's all my fault. I made your life so difficult for so many years. Give me a chance to make up for it, okay?"

Looking at such a handsome face and such sincere eyes, she couldn't say no, but her mind told her that this was not possible.

She can't be deceived by him and ruin her life!

She pulled her hand back decisively and stepped back. "Your Highness, I am too kind. You are not wrong. It is all my fault. There is no need to make amends. Really, you don't owe me anything. You just need to raise the two children well. The most important thing is the children! The children!"

She pointed to the children running and playing in the garden.

But he only had her in his eyes. He walked towards her with a drunken and messy step, "You really still refuse to forgive me. You have suffered so much injustice, but you say you have nothing to owe me. This will only make me feel more distressed and guilty!"

She wanted to cry but had no tears. "Grandpa, let's sober up and stop talking drunkenly, okay?"