After rebirth, the prince fell into the hands of the princess again

He was not the only one who was doomed, but also Tianji Pavilion and the entire palace. After his rebirth, he always thought about seeking revenge on Tang Mumu. In fact, he was the one who deserved to die the most. It was because of his own soft-heartedness and trust in the villain that he lost the Tianji Pavilion and Rong Palace. He was the culprit and the root of all evil.

"What's wrong with you?" Tang Mumu noticed that Rong Yan was in a bad mood. She was more worried than scared. She stood up, held Rong Yan's face, and shouted anxiously.

Rong Yan felt like an innocent child trapped in the darkness, with no light at all. Just when he was about to despair, he heard a voice calling his name. He stuck his head out and first saw the dim yellow starlight from the lantern, then he could see Tang Mumu's face clearly when the light got closer.

"I'm fine. I just had a lot of things weighing on my mind, which made me feel like none of this was real. I feel much better now that you're willing to listen to me."

"Are you really okay? You didn't lie to me?"

Facing the moonlight, the little girl's concerned eyes widened infinitely. Her arrival brought light to the originally dark room.

"It's okay, why are you so worried?"

Tang Mumu breathed a sigh of relief, let go and sat back.

"Of course I was worried. You were staring at the moon in a trance, your eyes were unfocused, and you didn't respond when I spoke to you. It was so scary."

Rong Yan looked at Tang Mumu's profile and was surprised to find that it was exactly the same face as in his previous life, but it did not overlap with the person in his memory at all.

"Tang Mumu, even if you find the second young lady, you can stay here, okay?"

In his two lifetimes, he had never done many things he liked. As a prince, in the eyes of outsiders he was a descendant of a royal family, self-disciplined and respectful, an invincible god of war. But only he knew how difficult each night was when he fought desperately at the border. Only he knew how much hatred he felt in his heart when he stood outside Cheng'an Palace and watched the happy scenes inside.

It's not that the emperor doesn't know how to be a father, it's just that he doesn't know how to be a father to him. No matter how many enemy leaders he kills, no matter how obedient he is, the emperor never bothers to spend time paying attention to things that the emperor doesn't like. It's like the emperor doesn't like him as a son and he won't even say a few words to him.

When he was reborn, he thought he would live his whole life in hatred. It was Tang Mumu who pulled him out of the quagmire and washed away the stains for him. He thought he must have one more thing he liked, and if it was for her, he was willing to abandon the rules of etiquette.

Tang Mumu's heartbeat was completely disordered, and she was so nervous that even swallowing her saliva did not relieve her tension. She had no idea what Rong Yan meant by this. She had read many storybooks, but it seemed that this kind of plot had never been recorded.

Unable to bear it any longer, Tang Mumu slapped Rong Yan in the face. The atmosphere froze for a moment. The moment Rong Yan closed his eyes, several images of torture instruments flashed through his mind.

The moment the slap came, Tang Mumu realized what she had done. It was too late to pull back. Her whole face was wrinkled, and she was filled with guilt. She wanted to touch the place where she had just slapped, but she felt that it would be better for her to do nothing now. She was afraid that her hand would be twisted off by Rong Yan as soon as she stretched out her hand.

"Tang Mumu." Rong Yan almost gritted his teeth and shouted out these three words.

"Don't call me by my full name like that. I really didn't mean it. It was just a subconscious reaction. You scared me first. Who told you to say those nonsense words to scare me?"

Rong Yan felt a nameless fire rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Nonsense?" She actually said that what she just said was nonsense. Does she have a heart?

"Do you know what I mean?"

"I know." Tang Mumu straightened his back immediately, then shrank back after a moment, "I don't think I quite understand it either."

How could she stay after finding the Second Miss? How could there be two Tang Mumu in the palace? Besides, what identity did she have to stay? Everything she had now was borrowed from the Second Miss and she would have to return it in the future.

Rong Yan clenched his hand into a fist and unclenched it again. Wang Fu repeated it several times before he found his original voice again.

"I will say it again, Princess Rong can only be you. Even if you find the Second Miss, you will still be Princess Rong."

He could let Tang Mumu go, but he would never allow her to enter Prince Rong's Mansion again.

"You are simply spreading rumors to confuse the public. I am not the Second Miss, so how can I always be Princess Rong? This identity is fake, and I will have to return it to the Second Miss sooner or later."

"What if she dies? If she dies, will you be able to stay in the palace, by my side?"

Rong Yan said this almost without hesitation. Tang Mumu was frightened and couldn't believe his ears.

"What are you talking about? She is your princess, the wife that your father has appointed for you. How can you have such thoughts?"

Rong Yan pursed his lips slightly. In fact, he regretted what he said. He and Tang Mumu had no intersection in this life. She did not cause the Rong Palace to be broken up, nor did she cause the Tianji Pavilion to be destroyed overnight. He really shouldn't have carried the hatred from the previous life and made her his destined enemy. Things that have not happened yet, perhaps, will not happen.

It is indeed unfair if you want to keep one person and then force another to die.

"You stay, I won't touch her." Rong Yan reached out to pull Tang Mumu's hand, but only touched the corner of her clothes.

Tang Mumu frowned and looked at Rong Yan. At this moment, she even felt that he was particularly strange.

"Your Highness, this is not right. Whether I can stay depends on the Second Miss. The decision is not up to any of us. If I were her, I would definitely not want to live under the same roof with the person who once replaced me."

Looking at his empty hands, Rong Yan felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

"Let's rest first. I scared you tonight. I won't do it again next time." Rong Yan finally compromised. He couldn't force Tang Mumu to stay with him, nor could he force himself to accept another Tang Mumu.

But he would never let their relationship end here. He had already decided on the person in front of him, and from now on, no matter how difficult or dangerous it was, he would never let go.

After returning to the room and closing the door, Tang Mumu put his hand on his chest and could still feel his heart beating rapidly. There was no regularity, just wild beating. Tang Mumu quickly poured himself a glass of water and drank it, but his heart was still beating very fast.

She was not a heartless person, nor was she an ignorant little girl who did not understand the affairs of the world. The look in Rong Yan's eyes when he looked at her just now was clearly so passionate, just as described in the storybook. He also asked her to stay, which was clearly a roundabout way of proving that he liked her.

"Do I like him?" Tang Mumu touched the place where her heart was beating and got the answer that she liked him too.

He and Rong Yan had been through so many things together. The hardships they had shared were still vivid in his mind. It seemed as if Rong Yan had just blocked the knife for him. His anger when the Ghost King took a fancy to Rong Yan was also lingering in his mind. If she didn't like Rong Yan, why was she so angry at the Ghost Market?