Concubine Shu was very satisfied with Pei Donglang's expression. She took Su Zhiyu's hand and walked to him. Then she took Pei Donglang's hand and said, "Okay, the queen is tired too. You can step back." Pei Donglang loosened his hold on Su Zhiyu's hand.
Loose, then pinch again.
The two of them left Chenhuan Palace, and Pei Donglang remained silent. Su Zhiyu just followed him silently, but he understood most of it in his heart. Just now, Concubine Shu kept insisting on one name, thinking that this was her purpose. The two of them
Walking into the Royal Garden, Su Zhiyu felt his hand was getting more and more painful from being squeezed, and couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Only then did Pei Donglang come back to his senses and let go of his hand. Su Zhiyu rubbed his hands and raised his head and said, "Who is Rong'er?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Pei Donglang said coldly.
"It must have something to do with me. Otherwise, why would you be so angry?" Su Zhiyu looked up at him. Pei Donglang looked away, "I'm not angry with you. Don't mention this matter again."
"If I don't mention it, someone will always find a way to mention it." Su Zhiyu pulled out the hairpin on his head, "The traces of this move are so deep that it is difficult to even see them." She took Pei Donglang's hand and put the hairpin into his hand, "
No one knows better than you, Concubine Shu knows exactly which thorn in Your Highness's heart hurts the most."
Pei Donglang looked at Su Zhiyu, knowing very well that what she said was right. But the truth always sounded harsh. He looked down at the hairpin, and the scar on his chest stung slightly.
"Rong'er..." Pei Donglang looked up at Su Zhiyu, "...she is my wife. She passed away seven years ago. What else do you want to know?"
"I want to know everything about His Highness." Su Zhiyu did not dodge his gaze, "Only when you know yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. If you don't even know your own side, the enemy will take advantage of it. The most complete collapse of a thing is
From the inside, Your Highness, a contract is not solid enough. What is truly solid is the trust between you and me."
Pei Donglang looked at Su Zhiyu, and she did not shy away from looking into his eyes. This was the reason why he chose her. She was calm and sober, and had insights that ordinary women in the boudoir did not have.
"You will gradually know about me in the future." Pei Donglang raised his hand, gently put a hairpin on Su Zhiyu's hair, then held her face and looked at it carefully for a moment, then nodded, "It suits you very well."
The scene of the loving couple in the imperial garden quickly spread throughout the palace. Pei Donglang took Su Zhiyu's hand and was about to take her away when suddenly a young eunuch caught up from behind. He hunched over and ran to Pei Donglang.
, knelt down on one knee: "I would like to send my regards to His Highness, Su Liangdi."
"Eunuch Wan?" Pei Donglang recognized the person in front of him and smiled gently. The young eunuch in front of him was named Wan Quan, and he was the emperor's servant. The emperor had trusted him very much in the past two years.
"Your Highness, the Emperor has learned that you and Su Liangdi have entered the palace, and specially invites you two to see him."
Pei Donglang glanced at Su Zhiyu and saw that her expression was as usual, so he said: "Eunuch Wan, please report back first, I will be there shortly."
"Slave, please retire." Wan Quan saluted and hurried back.
Just as Pei Donglang was about to reply to Su Zhiyu, he saw her grimacing and looking like she was about to cry without tears. She gently pinched Pei Donglang's sleeves and begged, "Can we not go to see the emperor?"
Pei Donglang sighed in his heart, after all, she was just a woman, and she would be afraid of the power of God.
Concubine Shu was very satisfied with Pei Donglang's expression. She took Su Zhiyu's hand and walked to him. Then she took Pei Donglang's hand and said, "Okay, the queen is tired too. You can step back." Pei Donglang loosened his hold on Su Zhiyu's hand.
Loose, then pinch again.
The two of them left Chenhuan Palace, and Pei Donglang remained silent. Su Zhiyu just followed him silently, but he understood most of it in his heart. Just now, Concubine Shu kept insisting on one name, thinking that this was her purpose. The two of them
Walking into the Royal Garden, Su Zhiyu felt his hand was getting more and more painful from being squeezed, and couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Only then did Pei Donglang come back to his senses and let go of his hand. Su Zhiyu rubbed his hands and raised his head and said, "Who is Rong'er?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Pei Donglang said coldly.
"It must have something to do with me. Otherwise, why would you be so angry?" Su Zhiyu looked up at him. Pei Donglang looked away, "I'm not angry with you. Don't mention this matter again."
"If I don't mention it, someone will always find a way to mention it." Su Zhiyu pulled out the hairpin on his head, "The traces of this move are so deep that it is difficult to even see them." She took Pei Donglang's hand and put the hairpin into his hand, "
No one knows better than you, Concubine Shu knows exactly which thorn in Your Highness's heart hurts the most."
Pei Donglang looked at Su Zhiyu, knowing very well that what she said was right. But the truth always sounded harsh. He looked down at the hairpin, and the scar on his chest stung slightly.
"Rong'er..." Pei Donglang looked up at Su Zhiyu, "...she is my wife. She passed away seven years ago. What else do you want to know?"
"I want to know everything about His Highness." Su Zhiyu did not dodge his gaze, "Only when you know yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. If you don't even know your own side, the enemy will take advantage of it. The most complete collapse of a thing is
From the inside, Your Highness, a contract is not solid enough. What is truly solid is the trust between you and me."
Pei Donglang looked at Su Zhiyu, and she did not shy away from looking into his eyes. This was the reason why he chose her. She was calm and sober, and had insights that ordinary women in the boudoir did not have.
"You will gradually know about me in the future." Pei Donglang raised his hand, gently put a hairpin on Su Zhiyu's hair, then held her face and looked at it carefully for a moment, then nodded, "It suits you very well."
The scene of the loving couple in the imperial garden quickly spread throughout the palace. Pei Donglang took Su Zhiyu's hand and was about to take her away when suddenly a young eunuch caught up from behind. He hunched over and ran to Pei Donglang.
, knelt down on one knee: "I would like to send my regards to His Highness, Su Liangdi."
"Eunuch Wan?" Pei Donglang recognized the person in front of him and smiled gently. The young eunuch in front of him was named Wan Quan, and he was the emperor's servant. The emperor had trusted him very much in the past two years.
"Your Highness, the Emperor has learned that you and Su Liangdi have entered the palace, and specially invites you two to see him."
Pei Donglang glanced at Su Zhiyu and saw that her expression was as usual, so he said: "Eunuch Wan, please report back first, I will be there shortly."
"Slave, please retire." Wan Quan saluted and hurried back.
Just as Pei Donglang was about to reply to Su Zhiyu, he saw her grimacing and looking like she was about to cry without tears. She gently pinched Pei Donglang's sleeves and begged, "Can we not go to see the emperor?"
Pei Donglang sighed in his heart, after all, she was just a woman, and she would be afraid of the power of God.