"Back?" Wei Qian'er was sitting in the bedroom. When she saw Murong Zheng coming back, a faint smile immediately appeared on her expressionless face. She stood up and helped him sit on the chair in front of the round table.
"Qian'er" Murong Zheng took Wei Qian'er's hand, his face full of melancholy and pain. The air breathed out of his chest was mixed with the smell of alcohol, and his voice was a little turbid.
"Have you been drinking?" Wei Qian'er gently pulled out the hand held by him, poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him. Wei Qian'er frowned: "Don't you like drinking?"
"Qian'er, the queen mother and I are discussing the matter of taking a concubine." Murong Zheng took the tea, sipped the water, sighed heavily, and then raised his eyes to look at her.
Na Fei? Wei Qian'er's heart was hit by something, but it only took a moment, and she immediately regained her composure, her expression still indifferent. She didn't say anything, took the teacup, and refilled the tea for him.
Having no heirs is a big taboo for a prince. If you can't contribute to the country, how can you be the head of a country. So the emperor and the queen were very anxious. The queen hinted at Murong Zheng's acceptance of the concubine more than once, even in front of Wei Qian'er.
He mentioned it in person, but he politely refused every time. Today the queen called him to the palace alone and urged him to marry the concubine as soon as possible. Murong Zheng understood why the queen was so anxious. She must be afraid that Murong Che would give birth to a baby before him.
Heir, endangering his status as prince and her status as queen.
She had already selected several candidates for his concubines, and the portraits had been painted. The queen had just asked him to go to the palace to see these portraits. The beauties in them were all bright and moving, but he remained unmoved.
They would only make the lonely person in his mind shake even more.
"Qian'er, the queen mother asked me to discuss the matter of taking a concubine." Seeing that Murong Qian didn't speak, he repeated. How he hoped to see a hint of sadness and a bit of disappointment in her eyes, which could at least prove that she cared.
Own.
But no, nothing. Her eyes were still calm, and her face was still calm: "Oh, really? Have you booked it yet?"
She didn't care about him, not at all. His heart became cold.
Does she really not care? Then why does she feel inexplicable pain in her heart? Every time he comes back late, she will be so worried that she can't sleep. She will always wait for him to come back, even if he doesn't come here to spend the night, but
Even if he comes to her room to say good night when he comes back, she will feel at ease.
But she still couldn't let go of the shadow of that person in her heart. When she heard Murong Zheng talk about taking a concubine, she couldn't tell how she felt. But could she stop it? She didn't give birth to a boy and a girl for her, and she even fell in love with the prince because of thinking about him.
She always feels completely boring. Is she really hard-hearted? Sitting in front of her is a flesh-and-blood, handsome and talented man, a future emperor who can ascend to the Golden Luan Palace.
She is not, in fact, she cares about him. It's just that she hasn't forgotten him in her heart, so how can she expect that the prince can only have her in this life? This is too unfair to him.
"Qian'er, why are you doing this? Why can't you just say no?" Murong Zheng really couldn't stand the aloof attitude she showed. Taking advantage of the influence of alcohol, he pulled her face away and held her hands.
Her delicate shoulders made him look at her: "Because I love you deeply, I once again confronted my mother today, and I once again declined her offer to me as a concubine. What else do you want from me? What do you mean?
Ah, what else do you want from me?"
His face was distorted with excitement. Wei Qian'er had never seen him behave like this to her, and she was stunned for a moment, unable to speak.
"Qian'er, I think I have never done anything sorry to you. Have you still not forgotten Che?"
He closed his eyes in pain.
"Prince, I..." Wei Qian'er was at a loss. She wanted to comfort him but couldn't say the right words.
"It must be, it must be that you haven't forgotten him." Murong Zheng slowly opened his eyes, he shook his head, with a painful expression on his face. He thought that his endurance was strong enough, otherwise he would have exploded long ago.
Ever since she saw Princess Lin Yan and returned to the Prince's Mansion that day, she had been feeling uncertain. Although she had a peaceful smile on her face, anyone with a discerning eye could see at a glance how reluctant she was pretending. Throughout the night, she almost
She had no sleep all night, but did she know that he was also in a false nap and couldn't sleep either.
Sometimes he even hated himself for living such a useless life, but when he saw her lonely figure, he couldn't make up his mind to take a wife. No wonder his father always said that he was too indecisive and lacked courage.
"The queen has given a deadline. If we still can't have a child within three months, then I can only accept the concubine unconditionally."
Murong Zheng left with a long sigh. They rarely lived together and usually slept in separate rooms. They only told the public that the prince was too busy with official duties and was afraid of disturbing the prince's rest.
Wei Qian'er's calm face finally showed a trace of emotion. In fact, when she first heard Murong Zheng's suggestion, there was already a turbulent heart hidden under the calm appearance. She always thought that she would not care, but every time she heard the Queen asked Murong Zheng
Even if you accept the concubine, your heart will still be filled with heartache.
Looking at his thin, lonely back that was swaying due to the effects of alcohol, Wei Qian'er felt even more painful. She blamed herself over and over again for why she still couldn't fully accept Murong Zheng. She saw his kindness to her and kept it in her heart.
But why can't she really open her heart? She would always worry about whether Murong Che would have a good life without her. Every time she saw him evading her in the palace, she would be extremely sad. But she rarely thought about it.
Murong Zheng, who was standing aside, wondered if he would be equally heartbroken when he saw her in despair.
She also remembered that a year ago, when the imperial edict was delivered to the Wei family, there was great joy. She was the only one who cried alone. Her mother died in her early years, and her father had more than a dozen concubines, but none of them loved her.
"Dad, I don't want to be a princess, no." Wei Qian'er knelt on the ground, pulling on the corner of her father's clothes and begging.
"Qian'er, the Crown Princess is an honor that many officials dream of obtaining. Why are you so ungrateful?" Wei Dexun looked like he hated iron.
"Dad, you clearly know that Qian'er likes the Third Prince, how could you be so cruel to break us up?"
"Dad, it's for your own good. It's only because the third prince refuses to be the prince."
"Qian'er, please, dad, please don't let me be a princess. I don't want to be a princess. My daughter doesn't care. My daughter just wants to be with the one she loves."
"Daughter, this is an imperial edict. How can you disobey it? It means beheading and killing the nine clans. You can't bear to watch all the nine Wei clans die in your hands." Wei Dexun looked solemn.
These words were said so cruelly, as if Wei Qian'er had killed them with a knife.
In order to protect the lives of the entire Wei family, Wei Qian'er reluctantly agreed, but who in the Wei family cared about her happiness? Fortunately, Murong Zheng loved her after the marriage, but she disappointed him again and again.