Ruan Yuyi felt Jiang Huaiyang's deep eyes next to her. When she looked up, she found that he was also looking at her with a half-smile.
After escaping that day and being sent back, her wrist seemed to be aching from the redness of the soft rope. She shrank, resisted the idea of hiding behind him, lowered her eyes and replied, "I have never met Prince Jing, Your Highness, please."
It was a mistake."
Prince Jing looked her up and down, his gaze piercing her like needles, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
"Brother Four Emperors may have forgotten something." He said softly.
Prince Jing did not have any impression for a while, so he just took it as such and didn't think more about it.
The two of them then chatted casually. Although their postures were both leisurely, they somehow seemed to be tense. The two of them talked about some matters from the previous dynasty. Ruan Yuyi lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes, pretending not to hear.
Prince Jing looked at the jade belt around Jiang Huaiyang's waist and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Who would have thought that the son of a palace maid, who was not worthy of publicity, had quietly accumulated power when others thought he was still worried about food, and took advantage of the chaos in the palace to seize the throne in one fell swoop.
They said they were brothers, but in fact they had no similarity in appearance. He took after the late emperor, but Jiang Huaiyang's appearance took after that of his maid mother.
The palace maid was also favored overnight. She thought that she had a son in old age, so she got the grace of the late emperor and was allowed to give birth to the child. Originally, she had contributed to the birth of the prince, and it was time to be rewarded, but unexpectedly, fate played a trick on her, and she was in the delivery room.
It's gone.
At that time, the late emperor was already in poor health, so he naturally wanted to find support mentally, so he suddenly believed in the elixir fairy. When the palace maid left, the late emperor thought it was an unlucky sign, so he naturally felt sorry for her.
The little prince was not happy.
So this little prince has been forgotten in the corner of the imperial city.
Once at the third prince's birthday banquet, a concubine occasionally mentioned the little prince. When the emperor became interested, he informed him and joined the banquet.
At that time, Jiang Huaiyang was only about the height of Prince Jing's waist. He was wearing half-worn clothes and had a slim figure, but his eyes were like those of a hawk, staring straight at him, making people's hair stand on end.
He came from the darkness outside and stepped into the light of the hall.
When he saw the late emperor calling him, he showed no sign of timidity. He took the only young eunuch beside him, the smiling tiger and Wen Zhi who no one in the former harem dared to provoke, and walked slowly towards the late emperor.
Prince Jing thought that perhaps the only similarity between the two brothers was ambition.
After talking for a few times, the conversation turned to Ruan Yuyi for some reason.
Prince Jing was a high-spirited man. After losing the throne, although he behaved politely on the surface, he was always very unhappy. He always wanted to compete with Jiang Huaiyang in everything. When his disapproval came to him, Prince Jing felt happy.
His eyes roamed around Ruan Yuyi's body nakedly, not concealing his interest in her at all, "The person next to your Majesty is quite a lovely person. I never have anyone I like, so why don't you give it to me as a gift?"
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It was not uncommon for princes and nobles to treat their concubines as gifts to each other.
Hearing this, she was also startled, her eyes trembled slightly, and she listened carefully to what His Majesty said.
Jiang Huaiyang's eyes darkened, and the corners of his lips raised a little. He didn't say yes, but he didn't refuse either. He raised his hand slightly and connected it with her sleeves. The two-colored brocades were like water mixed together, clinging tightly to each other.
Holding, entangled.
What was difficult for outsiders to notice was that under their sleeves, his hand, which was playing with the little lady's jade bracelet, slowly slid down, and his rough fingertips rubbed against her skin, feeling her tremble.
He squeezed his fingertips into hers, and their hands were tightly intertwined, as if they were born to be attached.
The temperature between his fingers was almost scorching each other. Even though he was sweating lightly, he held on tightly and refused to let her pull away, just like his strong temperament.
He rubbed and pinched her knuckles.
She didn't dare to show anything, but the tips of her ears were already dyed crimson.
He opened his lips nonchalantly, "Brother the emperor wants her, what can he give in exchange for it?" It was as if he didn't care at all about her going or staying, he was really thinking about it.
Ruan Yuyi's heart tightened, and she had no doubt that if the other party gave him a bargaining chip that he was satisfied with, he would give her away like an object. She dug her nails into the back of his hand, hoping to attract his attention.
She thought that the force she used was not small, but he still held her hand calmly, as if he was unconscious.
Prince Jing was thinking about it when he heard Jiang Huaiyang speak slowly, word for word:
"Is it Prince Jing's Mansion, the military power in its hands..." He paused, "Or - your life or death?"
He had no intention of leaving any room. He pressed forward step by step and spoke sharply, poking at Prince Jing's mind, almost breaking the calmness between the two of them that was as thin as window paper.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little colder.
Prince Jing's expression changed. Naturally, he didn't think that a palace concubine was worthy of these things - even though he looked like a fairy, he just thought that the new emperor was teasing him.
Just as he was about to raise his eyebrows, he suppressed his anger on the verge of anger and reluctantly held his lips together, "Your Majesty, what you said was just a casual mention."
The new emperor could care less about breaking this relationship, but he couldn't, so he could only swallow his anger.
Jiang Huaiyang did not reply, but let go of her hand and led her to change into riding clothes.
In order to prevent any accidents caused by the dragging dress, the riding clothes were extremely light. She crossed her arms and was still a little uncomfortable with it.
After walking out of the tent, he found that Prince Jing had left, leaving Jiang Huaiyang standing alone.
There were many light-colored dresses in the young lady's house, but he always thought that the bright ones suited her better, but he rarely saw her wearing them after leaving the Holy River Temple.
The clothes given to her now were also crimson-colored, and the material with fine feathers on the inside clung tightly to her body, outlining her slender waist. You could even see the flesh on her waist that moved when she walked.
His throat tightened, and he stretched out his long arms to pull the person into his arms.
She didn't notice it and bumped directly into it, causing her hairpins to dangle wildly.
Autumn hunting can only begin after the new emperor gives the order.
Jiang Huaiyang took her to choose a good horse. The horse was silver-white all over, with smooth mane, a thin head and a high neck, as high as his waist. He took her hand and led her to stroke the horse's body, but the horse only purred.
He purred softly and was extremely docile.
He used force to lift her onto the horse, and then climbed onto the horse himself.
There was a woman's clear voice next to her, "Your Majesty."
Looking sideways, she saw that it was Concubine Shu who had changed into riding clothes. Concubine Shu had already had strong bones, handsome eyes and sculpted eyebrows, and she looked even more heroic after changing into light clothes.
Just because she looks decent, it doesn't mean she is proficient in this technique.
Concubine Shu originally wanted to get close to the new emperor and wanted to ask him for advice. Now that she saw the two of them relying on each other, she swallowed back the soft words that she had tossed around in her mouth several times and simply avoided the entanglement.
Jiang Huaiyang glanced at her and hummed casually.
Concubine Shu tightened her grip on the reins slightly.
Fortunately, Jiang Qi came up behind him to get to know Wei, and said that if Concubine Shu had never dabbled in riding, he could give her guidance. Jiang Qi rarely felt any distance from the woman, and was usually affectionate.
However, Concubine Shu was the kind of person who rarely stayed calm. She glanced at the new emperor and saw that he didn't care, so she complied.