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

Chapter 141: Revenge

Qin Miao hurriedly raised her round fan, straightened her body, and listened shyly to the sound of the man approaching.

Two wedding wine glasses were placed on a red lacquer tray on the side, and the aroma of wine was pleasant.

The nurse held up the red lacquer tray, stepped forward with a smile and said, "Your Highness and the young lady, please drink the wedding wine together."

"go out!"

Chu Mingzheng spoke coldly, and the wet nurse shuddered with fear. She naturally knew that drinking the wedding wine was against the rules, but she still hoped that her daughter could be favored by His Royal Highness Prince Ningyuan.

But seeing that His Highness was so cold, he didn't dare to say anything more and hurriedly pulled Mudan away.

Qin Miao looked up and saw that he was not wearing wedding clothes. A trace of disappointment flashed through her heart, but she still smiled and pretended to be confused: "Brother Zheng, don't you want to drink the wedding wine with Miao'er?"

After saying this, he was about to shed tears.

Chu Mingzheng said: "Cousin, you still have to abide by the rules of the royal family, otherwise you will be the one who suffers in the future."

"Brother Zheng, Miao'er doesn't know!" Qin Miao shook her head in panic.

In fact, he didn't quite understand these complicated etiquettes, but he had studied them specially after he had made the little girl sad in the clothing store last time. Seeing Qin Miao crying, he brushed his clothes and sat down without continuing to ask this question.

"From now on, if you need anything, tell the princess. Don't put yourself in a difficult position."

"Yeah!" On the wedding night, Qin Miao really didn't want to mention that woman. She stretched out her hand and silently held the man beside her, half covering her face with the fan, her eyes moving.

The scars on her face hadn't completely faded, so she could only use rouge to cover them up. Thinking of this, she felt a flicker of hatred towards Lu Mingyang, and asked nervously, "Brother Zheng, does Miao'er look good today?"

Chu Mingzheng said: "It looks good!"

Suddenly, she moved the fan away, kissed Chu Mingzheng's cheek, and covered her face with the fan again, looking extremely shy.

Chu Mingzheng suddenly felt irritated for no reason: "Cousin, you should get some rest early!"

As he said that, he stood up and left.

"Cousin, don't you want to rest?" Qin Miao was so anxious that she held the hand at her side. Seeing that the man in front of her didn't speak, she boldly went to unbutton his clothes.

Chu Mingzheng suddenly grasped her restless hand and said, "Cousin, you forgot that you said you would accompany your brother in mourning!"

Qin Miao was stunned when she saw the man let go of her hand and leave.

Chu Mingzheng walked out of the East Warm Pavilion, rubbed the cheek that Qin Miao had kissed, and angrily rushed into the main courtyard. The main courtyard was dark and the room was empty.

"Where is the person?" he asked a little maid in the yard.

The little maid said, "This afternoon, after the wedding procession left, the princess left the house. I don't know where she went."

Where else to go?

Chu Mingzheng returned to the front yard in anger and said to the young eunuch Zheng Hao, "Didn't she want to be my good consort? How can she live in her parents' home? Call her back to me."

Zheng Hao said, "Your Highness, the princess did not return to the Chengyang Marquis' Mansion. She went to Xiangguo Temple to pray for Your Highness. Before she left, she had a message for me to pass on to Your Highness."

Chu Mingzheng was stunned: "Speak!"

Zheng Hao smiled widely: "The princess said, I wish you and Concubine Qin a happy and harmonious life, and a son soon."

Is he going to wait until he gives birth to a son before coming back?

Chu Mingzheng panicked.

……

Xiangguo Temple, inside the Lotus Room

Yang Nian'er looked at her second sister who had been sitting there for a long time, and her heart was beating fast. Could it be that what she said was true and she was kicked out?

Lu Mingyang couldn't understand her expression and said arrogantly, "I came out on my own."

"Then why did you come out?"

“It’s frustrating to watch.”

Lu Mingyang really felt that his sister was asking questions even though she already knew the answer, so he glared at her unhappily.

The only thing she was thankful for now was that Qin Miao had already moved back to Duke Qin's Mansion on the day she moved into the palace. Otherwise, if she knew, she would have laughed herself to death.

"Then why don't you go back to the Marquis' Mansion?" Suffering here.

Lu Mingyang sighed, "I've only been here for two days and I'm already going back to the Marquis' Mansion. It would be terrible if His Majesty knew about this."

"You're still thinking about him?" Yang Nian'er couldn't say anything to her cowardly sister. "It's only been a few days, and he's already so brazenly bringing Qin Miao into his house. Where did he leave you?"

"It wasn't him who answered the phone, it was me!"

"Ah?" Yang Nian'er was stunned: "Are you sick?"

"It's not me who's sick, it's him!" Otherwise, how could he leave such a beautiful woman like me and run away halfway!

The more Lu Mingyang thought about it, the more certain he became. He sighed, "I just want to verify whether he really has a problem."

"What's wrong?" Yang Nian'er widened her eyes curiously.

Lu Mingyang felt a little embarrassed to talk about sex with his sister who hadn't had her period yet. He hummed awkwardly twice, but the more he hummed, the more uncomfortable he felt. How could there be anything wrong with him? So many girls in brothels were obsessed with him.

But Yang Nian'er kept shaking her and asking her to speak.

"I think he's mentally ill. He has to argue with the emperor."

He had a lot of problems anyway, so Lu Mingyang changed his topic and continued, "I'm worried that he'll go straight to Duke Qin's mansion to marry Qin Miao out of spite with the Emperor. I haven't had a grand wedding to begin with, and if he has to personally bring Qin Miao back to the mansion for the wedding ceremony, how will I ever face anyone in the future?"

"Second sister, you're not afraid that he'll be angry, you're afraid that he really wants to pick it up, right?"

Lu Mingyang felt guilty: "Really?"

"Are there any more?" Yang Nian'er said disdainfully, "Second sister, when did you become so insecure? Have you forgotten that you are the famous village beauty in our surrounding villages? How many boys have fallen into the ditch just to see you? Unless King Ningyuan is blind, how could he not like you?"

"You are a lover who sees beauty in everything!" He is a prince and has seen all kinds of beauties, let alone herself, who is just a village beauty, not even a state beauty.

Lu Mingyang looked at his sister and finally said, "That day, he ran away!"

"What day?"

"That's it, that day!"

Seeing her second sister's shy look, Yang Nian'er suddenly realized what was going on. She slapped the bed in anger and said angrily, "Why? My second sister doesn't dislike him, so why should he?"

"that is!"

After being slapped by his sister, Lu Mingyang stood up from the bed and said angrily, "What right does he have? Nian'er, find me a bamboo basket."

Seeing her second sister so full of fighting spirit, Yang Nian'er hurried to the kitchen to find a bamboo basket. Seeing her second sister changed into a neat narrow-sleeved dress, she excitedly asked, "Second sister, where are we going?"

"Revenge!" Lu Mingyang carried the bamboo basket and blocked his sister's way with a domineering look. "You don't have to go. I'll take revenge on my own."

Behind the Xiangguo Temple, horses of pilgrims staying overnight were parked. Lu Mingyang pinched his nose and picked up pieces of horse manure with a branch and put them into a bamboo basket.

Seeing that she had picked up almost everything, she picked some more sycamore leaves and pressed them on the horse manure, then strode towards the mountain temple.

The statues in the mountain temple were still so solemn and majestic. Lu Mingyang bowed twice, walked into the inner room and began to make arrangements.

A candle, some black paper, and a portrait. When the candle was lit, the portrait was projected onto the wall, looking an awful lot like Chu Mingzheng.