After coming back from the street, until he was lying on the bed, Shen Changting's heart still couldn't settle down.
He sat up, touched his heart, and then pinched his face with force. His jade-like face was instantly pinched red, and he put his hand down and touched his heart again.
Your Highness, was she...on a whim? After three years of nothing, did the Queen force her to come? still…
Shen Changting suddenly panicked.
Could it be that His Highness has met someone he likes, so he has been so kind to him these past few days and wants to have a good time with him?
Wearing a white undershirt with disheveled black hair, he got out of bed in a hurry, walked around the room several times in a hurry, and sat back on the bed uneasily.
Shen Changting smiled bitterly.
Ming Ming had already convinced himself that when the Third Highness found someone he liked, he would let him go gracefully. He didn't want the Third Highness to think of Shen Changting as a hateful and jealous husband.
However, he only enjoyed the kindness shown to him by His Highness the Third Prince for two days, and he became so greedy.
I love her, why can't it be me?
There were no candles lit in the room, and the dim moonlight shone on Shen Changting's jade-like face, and the light pouring down looked like tears for a moment.
Just for a moment, Shen Changting was frightened by his own thoughts and slapped himself hard.
Can't.
Shen Changting, you are not worthy.
There were two knocks at the door, and a familiar female voice sounded, "Changting?"
Shen Changting didn't respond, thinking in frustration that he was a completely jealous husband.
Come on, come on, don't come near him again.
There was silence outside the door for a moment, then she lowered her voice and said, "Asleep?"
Shen Changting raised his ears to listen to the noise outside, but did not hear the footsteps leaving. With an unbelievable thought in his mind, he quietly approached the door. Through the faint sandpaper, he could see a figure in red sitting on the ground with his back to the door.
Shen Changting opened his eyes wide and put his hand on the doorknob to open the door. He didn't know what he thought of, but he put it down feebly.
He pursed his lips, placed his fingertips on the outline of the red dress, and his thoughts drifted back to the day Chen was forced to marry.
At that time, Beitang Qingdai had just returned from southern Xinjiang with a great victory, and she was in the limelight. His younger brother and legitimate son Shen Leyan fell in love with Beitang Qingdai at first sight and would not marry her. However, the elders and younger ones are in order, and as the elder brother, he has not yet left the cabinet, so Shen Leyan cannot legitimately discuss marriage.
So Mrs. Chen set her sights on him, bullying his father into just a side servant brought up by a servant, and decided to marry him off to a butcher from a remote family in the west of the city.
Mrs. Chen still had a disgusting expression of giving favors, and pretended to persuade him, "Changting, I've asked about it. Although she is a bit tacky, she can really love others."
Shen Changting knelt under the ancestral hall and sneered.
Painful?
He may have heard that the butcher died twice before and after, both being wrapped up in a straw mat and thrown into mass graves.
What a way to hurt people. Mrs. Chen was afraid that the next person to be carried out from the door would be Shen Changting.
More importantly, the west of the city...
That man's mansion was in the east of the city, and he didn't want to see her even once.
Regarding Beitang Qingdai, he didn't want to take a step back.
So that day, dragging his injured leg, a dignified and elegant young man from a well-known family climbed over the wall for the first time in his life.
I jumped down with my eyes closed, but unexpectedly fell into a fragrant embrace, with a very light oud fragrance, and a female voice with a smile, "Sir, you are almost crushing me to death."
Shen Changting didn't have time to look, so he hurriedly struggled to free himself, but as soon as his leg fell to the ground, he staggered in pain. The woman supported him, still smiling, "Don't worry. I won't let you hug me."
rogue!
Shen Changting thought bitterly and glared at her hard.
When he raised his head, the woman in red under the flowing moonlight seemed to be startled by his fierce eyes. She put a hand to her lips and said, "It's quite fierce."
Shen Changting was completely stunned.
He stammered, "Three, three, three... Your Highness..."
Beitang Qingdai raised her eyebrows, "Do you recognize me?"
Shen Changting lowered his head sharply and looked at his injured leg. He was so embarrassed. Why did he appear in front of her in such a mess?
Will she think I'm ugly?
Beitang Qingdai looked at the high wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and then at the silent Shen Changting. She asked, "Are you from the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
Shen Changting responded in a low voice.
Beitang Qingdai suddenly became interested, "Then tell me, Mr. Xiangfu, what do you think?"
Shen Changting silently dragged his injured leg against the wall, staring at her with glazed eyes, not wanting to miss any expression on her face, "There are two young masters in the prime minister's residence, which one do you want to ask?"
Beitang Qingdai groaned, obviously not thinking clearly. She just heard that the prime minister had the idea of marrying her, so she secretly came to see how the person who might become her future king was doing.
She turned the cuffs of her cuffs, thinking casually that if it didn't go her way, she would refuse. Anyway, her heart is not in the court, and she doesn't need the messy marriage and so-called help.
She said, "The one of marriageable age."
Shen Changting then smiled, feeling jealous and said, "It's me."
He straightened up and opened his arms. The moonlight fell on his moon-white brocade clothes. His clear facial features were smiling. He was obviously a gentleman, but he unintentionally revealed his strong temptation, "How about it?"
He added, "Your Highness, are you satisfied?"
Beitang Qingdai was stunned, her thoughts stuck for a moment.
Although he seemed confident, Shen Changting knew that his palms had already become wet with sweat.
The silence lasted so long that Shen Changting's heart grew cold, and he was about to say his explanation that was a joke.
"What's your name?" Beitang Qingdai asked.
"Shen, Changting." He lowered his head and added, "He is a concubine."
Beitang Qingdai stopped talking again. Shen Changting looked up nervously and found that she was smiling.
That night, Shen Changting heard something that he would remember forever. For the next three years he wasted in the backyard, it was that sentence that made him happy.
"Okay. Shen Changting, wait for me to marry you."
In the original plot, Shen Changting was brave to Beitang Qingdai twice in his life, once when he asked for a child, and once when he rebelled against his brother's fiancée.
