I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Chapter 293: Impudent Words

"I just have a bad mouth." After so many days, he finally saw him, but he was pissed off and left. Lu Mingyang felt a little regretful. The more he thought about it, the more regretful he felt. "But I'm not wrong, right? I just wanted to see him angry, to make him happy, is that okay?"

"Ah?" Ruying was even more confused.

Lu Mingyang cried aggrievedly: "If he's not angry, how can I know he cares about me?"

A laugh was heard, and Chu Mingzheng stood inside the door, looking at the girl crying with tears in her eyes.

Ashamed.

Lu Mingyang quickly turned his back and wiped his tears.

Chu Mingzheng walked over, leaned over to Lu Mingyang's ear, and asked softly, "Did you miss me?"

"Hmph!" Ignore it, ignore it.

Lu Mingyang turned away, and Chu Mingzheng followed and continued, "In five days at most, Jin Yiluo will take the initiative to cancel the engagement."

Really?

Lu Mingyang turned back happily, but halfway through, he realized that he was still angry, so he suppressed it.

Chu Mingzheng sighed: "Well, since you don't want to pay attention to me, then I'm leaving."

Bastard! You won’t coax me anymore, Lu Mingyang gritted her teeth in anger, but she didn’t have time to get angry at all, as the sound of someone’s receding footsteps could be heard.

"If you leave, then... well..."

Lu Mingyang turned around hastily, and in an instant, he was in a tiger's mouth. Chu Mingzheng held the woman's soft neck and kissed her, like a fish in water. Lu Mingyang supported herself on Chu Mingzheng's shoulder and struggled to escape the pursuit.

"The door is open..."

It was fine to keep people away, but closing the door was a gross overreach. She stole a glance and saw two little girls, Ruying and Rushu, standing guard outside the door, watching them while cleaning the doors and windows and making noises.

What is this doing? I have never taught you this.

Chu Mingzheng held up her flushed face and smiled, "Don't you like excitement?"

Lu Mingyang: “…”

She wanted to strike him, but was instantly overwhelmed by the man's attack, leaving her with nothing but a scramble of lips and teeth. It turned out to be foolish to compete on this matter. It truly was true that the human heart is never satisfied.

Not only him, but also her.

The guards' urging voices rang out.

Lu Mingyang regained his composure and hurriedly pushed the person: "I'm urging you!"

"It's okay, he doesn't dare to come in." Chu Mingzheng leaned the woman in his arms against the beam, pulled the curtain, and then reached into the pink mandarin duck bellyband.

He whimpered, and Lu Mingyang hurriedly held his hand, coaxing him, "Just bear with it for a while. We'll go to Xiangguo Temple tomorrow. It's more convenient than here."

Only after she said it did she realize what she had said.

It's becoming more and more shameless.

Chu Mingzheng became arrogant and began to make demands: "Embroider a sachet for me."

With that attitude, if she dared to say she didn't want to embroider, he would not leave.

"I have it, I have it." Lu Mingyang didn't dare to offend him now. He hurried to the bedside, picked up a sachet and stuffed it into his hand. "You can go now."

Seeing Ruying embroidering a sachet, she had nothing better to do, so she embroidered one too. She had originally intended to give it to him, but this big bad guy only knew how to bully her and didn't even give her time to talk.

"Did you embroider it?" Chu Mingzheng confirmed.

"Of course I embroidered it." Lu Mingyang thought he thought it was ugly and angrily tried to grab it, "If you don't want it, forget it."

Chu Mingzheng dodged it and examined it in his hands: "Yangyang's embroidery is still the most beautiful, much better than the one in the hands of that idiot Jin Yiluo."

The feather duster in Ruying's hand paused.

Lu Mingyang pushed him out, reminding him as he walked: "Don't let Jin Yiluo see you."

"Why?" Chu Mingzheng was dissatisfied.

"Then don't want it."

Lu Mingyang reached out to grab it again, and Chu Mingzheng kissed her and said with a smile: "Wait for me tomorrow."

Lu Mingyang punched the man out of the door in shame.

Seeing that His Highness had gone far away, Ruying and Rushu went into the hall to pick up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

Lu Mingyang tried to speak: "You guys..."

"We didn't see it." The two answered quickly.

Lu Mingyang felt even more embarrassed and hurried out of the hall to enjoy the cold breeze. Before long, he saw a familiar face. No, two.

Song Moli and Qin Miao.

"Oh, look at her messed up makeup, her lips are swollen." Qin Miao stepped forward with a smile, "Princess Anhe is so tearful, it's lucky we saw it. If the Huns saw it, how would they live in the future? Stop crying."

As he said this, he raised his handkerchief and kindly helped her wipe it.

Lu Mingyang dodged to the side and saluted Song Moli, "I wonder what brings you here, Your Majesty."

Her clothing and hairstyle were all in accordance with the regulations for a noble concubine, and it was unknown when her status was restored.

Concubine Song replied, "Princess Anhe will leave the palace tomorrow. The Queen Mother has arranged a family banquet to send her off. The Queen Mother has asked me and Princess Ningyuan to invite Princess Anhe over."

Qin Miao said shyly: "My Lady, I haven't performed the canonization ceremony yet."

Concubine Song smiled and said, "Whether the enthronement ceremony is held or not, you are the same. What difference does it make whether it is called early or late?"

Lu Mingyang really didn't want to see them acting in front of her, so she went back to the palace to fix her makeup and went to Shoukang Palace with the two of them.

There weren't many people at the banquet, just a few imperial concubines, imperial consorts, and a few concubines. The empress dowager also showed a rare kindness, a kindness that Lu Mingyang had rarely seen since Qin Miao came into the world.

"When you go to the Xiongnu, you must always remember that you are a princess of Dasheng. You must not lose the dignity of the royal family."

Halfway through the banquet, the Queen Mother began to lecture Lu Mingyang. Qin Miao sat beside her, a triumphant expression on her face.

Lu Mingyang finally understood why the Queen Mother had held a family banquet; it was Qin Miao who instigated it. Should he call her childish or just bored? He was about to leave, yet she was still trying to show off in front of him. She was so bored.

I don’t know what her expression will be when she finds out that I didn’t leave in a few days.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingyang laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Miao was the most sensitive and asked first.

Since they asked, Lu Mingyang didn't intend to hold back and said loudly, "Queen Dowager, the dignity of the royal family does not lie in women, but in the battlefield, in the hands of Your Majesty. The decline of the previous dynasty began with marriage alliances, and the rise of the Yu Dynasty ended with marriage alliances. If the Queen Dowager wants the dignity of the royal family, she should advise Your Majesty to work hard to govern the country and prepare for war. As Dasheng prospers, the princesses of Dasheng will naturally be respectable in every way, instead of putting the cart before the horse."

The Queen Mother angrily exclaimed, "How outrageous!"

The concubines at the banquet also began to blame Lu Mingyang, using extremely ugly words.

"Is it outrageous? I thought the Queen Mother knew in her heart that I was right." Lu Mingyang stood up and looked at the women with unparalleled beauty at the table, and spoke frankly.

"It's not your fault that you're women, it's not your fault that you're trapped behind high walls, and it's certainly not your fault that you're being prudent and protecting yourself. I know there are few heroes in this world, myself included. I once watched Princess Jinghe join the Xiongnu without reacting."

"But you should never be so hypocritical and indifferent as to step on my flesh and blood to perform, just to gain a little favor from the superiors."

"They're all pigs, so why should we differentiate between slaughtering them on the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month?"