I dressed as a princess and cheated on myself

"Excuse me." He apologized awkwardly and walked out with his head down.

It looked like a student who was in premature love and was discovered by the class teacher.

Song Bushi hurried to the study to find Prince Heng.

He was there, but he was drinking alone because he was in a bad mood.

"Cough cough..."

Song Bushi knocked on the door in a pretentious manner, walked up to him and snatched his wine glass.

"Why are you drinking alone? Are you heartbroken?"

He reached out his big hands and pulled her into his arms.

Song Bushi struggled for a few times, then leaned comfortably in his arms, "Is it because the emperor wants to release the Japanese slaves?"

"Yeah!" He gazed at her lovingly with slightly drunk eyes.

Her smile is like the warm spring sun, warming people's hearts.

His depressed mood was relieved a lot. "I know that the emperor does not want to mobilize the army. We have finally had peace for a few years and the people have just recovered. If we start a war again, it will definitely be difficult for everyone. But these Japanese slaves are really annoying. I am really unwilling to let them go back!"

Song Bushi hugged his neck and agreed with his opinion. "Yes, who doesn't hate them? If I could, I would kill them myself and not spare any of them!"

He laughed, "I didn't realize you were so cruel. There are good people among the Japanese people, right? You didn't spare any of them, and you didn't even spare the children?"

This question stumped her.

She had previously called him cruel and asked him if he had ever killed women and children, but now, she actually had such thoughts.

But then again, can it be the same?

She said angrily, "Don't compare our people with the Japanese. There are no good people in the Japanese!"

He just smiled at her.

Song Bushi simply played dirty, "Believe me, there are no good people among the Japanese slaves. Kill them all when you have the chance to prevent future troubles!"

"Okay, I believe you."

Song Bushi wondered, if he could really destroy the Japanese invaders, would that be considered changing history?

He chatted about this and that and almost forgot the main thing. "By the way, I came to see you for something. I found that Han Run was interested in Zhao Ziqing."

"How about you go ask him? If he's really interested, we can bring the two of us together?"

Prince Heng was speechless. "You really like to be a matchmaker. You helped Prince Yue before, and now you help Mr. Han. So you like to be a matchmaker?"

"Go away, who wants to be a matchmaker? I just have nothing to do, and I noticed that these two are interested in each other, and I'm afraid they will miss each other."

"Especially Ziqing, who is all alone now. If she can find a husband and start a family, she will definitely be happy!"

In his eyes, her rudeness was just a little fun. "Okay, okay, I'll ask you when I have a chance. Madam, you care so much about other people's happiness, why don't you pity me?"

"What's wrong with you?" She tilted her face and looked at him with a smile.

He said seriously, "We are husband and wife in name only, not in reality... Madam, when will you..."

"Okay, stop talking."

She covered her ears and said, "I don't want to listen, you bastard!"

He pretended to be angry and kissed her directly.

Her eyes widened with fear and she pushed him hard with both hands.

But he was too strong, his grip locked her waist tightly and her lips were sucked by him, so she couldn't break free.

Her struggle only made him more excited. His body, which had been drinking, instantly felt like fire, burning fiercely. His skin became scorching hot, and even his exhaled breath felt hot, spraying on her face.

Her body temperature rose due to the fever, and the kiss was too strong, so she couldn't breathe, her brain was deprived of oxygen, and her body lost strength instantly.

The hands changed from pushing to entanglement. There was a voice in her heart resisting, but her body wanted more madly.

His kiss was so passionate and violent that he seemed to be biting her.

Until she had no strength to struggle anymore and fell limply into his arms.

Not only was he unable to refuse, but he also responded proactively, which made him unable to stop.

He had endured to the limit, but still chose to respect her.

Suppressing the surging desire, he asked for her opinion, "Do you want it?"

She was gasping for breath, unable to respond. Her mind told her that no, she could not use Liang Yuxuan's body to entangle with him.

But her inner desire was also ignited, and her body could not control its desire.

He saw all her struggles, and he didn't understand why she was still resisting. "What are you afraid of?"

"I……"

"No matter what you are worried about, I can tell you responsibly that all your worries will not happen. You just need to choose to trust me."

She could trust him completely and give herself to him without any worries. No matter who she became in the future, he only loved her...

Taking advantage of her distraction, he pressed forward again.

This time, his kiss was very gentle, landing on her lips like a dragonfly touching the water.

Slowly moving down, one tighter than the other, they landed on her neck.

His hands were unbuttoning her clothes, and just as he unfastened her belt, the study door suddenly opened.

Zhao Ziqing screamed in fear and quickly retreated outside, "I'm sorry, I disturbed the prince... I'm sorry..."

Song Bushi grabbed his clothes tightly, quickly got up from his arms, straightened his clothes, and his face flushed with embarrassment.

Prince Heng looked unhappy and gritted his teeth, "What's the matter, Miss Zhao?"

"Ziqing just thought of something very important and thought I should tell Your Highness. I was a little impatient and ruined Your Highness's mood. I'm really sorry."

Song Bushi opened the door and asked with a red face, "What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry, I should have knocked, but the door was ajar and I pushed it. Damn it."

"Forget it, just tell me what the important matter is." Song Bushi pulled her in.

King Heng looked very unhappy, "You'd better be okay!"

Zhao Ziqing was panicking, "Yes. Ziqing just remembered something very important, when I overheard the conversation between my father, mother, and the Japanese slaves that day."

"That Japanese man seems to call mother 'Princess' and Wan'er 'Little Princess'!"

"Princess?" Song Bushi looked at King Heng, "What is the origin of Wang Wan'er's mother?"

Prince Heng shook his head and frowned, "When I was investigating Prime Minister Zhao before, I also checked the details of this lady. She is just an ordinary girl from a good family. However, both her parents are dead, and she is an only child, so she has no relatives in the world."

Zhao Ziqing muttered, "Did I really hear it wrong?"

Song Bushi said, "Is it possible that she is a princess of Japan?"

Prince Heng suddenly realized, "It's possible! Ziqing's father married into Prime Minister Zhao's family. He was just a poor boy back then. Even if he was promoted later, he was still controlled by the old Prime Minister. How could he have the courage to commit such a shocking crime?"

"He was able to conceal his true identity, so there must be a powerful force behind him! If Wan'er's mother was a Japanese princess, she would have chosen him and trained him at that time, and everything would make sense."

Song Bushi and Zhao Ziqing both thought this analysis made sense. King Heng suddenly laughed and said, "There's a way!"