Cheng Ning almost didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Can this be the same thing? Your royal brother doesn't have any family members that you can manipulate in your hands."
I don't know whether it was because of Cheng Ning's rebuttal or because he thought of Cheng Fengxu, but Wei Yanzhou's eyes darkened.
However, due to drinking, several lights in the hall were originally turned off because Cheng Ning was going to sleep. It was dark so he could not see his emotions clearly.
After Cheng Ning finished speaking, he wanted to see if Chunhua was back.
But Wei Yanzhou was dissatisfied and her hand moved away, grabbing him and putting it on his neck: "Don't leave!"
Then he responded to Cheng Ning's words: "But I snatched you away from him."
"...."
Among them, the Cheng family is taboo, and Wei Yanshu is also considered half taboo. When mentioning these people, one has to think that their current relationship is not what it should be.
Cheng Ning's expression became much calmer: "What on earth are you making a fuss about?"
Why did Hao Duanduan and Wei Yanshu get so drunk that they came back and said they didn't have these things?
But Wei Yanzhou seemed to be suffering from some kind of paranoid disease. He leaned forward and suppressed Cheng Ning, preventing her from moving at all.
He held Cheng Ning's face with his hand and asked in a low voice: "When you said you hated me, was it because of Wei Yanshu? Do you like him?"
But before Cheng Ning could answer, he shook his head again: "No, you don't like him. You like Fu Youting more than Wei Yanshu."
He was very drunk, and his breath was filled with the clear smell of alcohol.
Cheng Ning didn't know whether she was pressed too hard by him or because of Wei Yanzhou's arrogant domineering attitude, but her heartbeat was indescribably faster.
Judging from their looks, he and Wei Yanshu only had a few unconscious similarities in their expressions.
In other places, whether it is facial features, mouth and nose, or temperament, they are not similar at all.
But Wei Yanzhou is not like the Supreme Emperor. Cheng Ning has seen the portrait of the Supreme Emperor in Yong'an Palace.
Father and son are next to each other. Wei Heyu looks fierce, but Wei Qi is probably more like his mother.
If Wei Yanzhou and Wei Heyu looked alike, then the late emperor would not have had the slightest suspicion about them for so many years.
And when the truth is torn apart, the late emperor will be so painful.
But Wei Yanzhou was not like Li Yunhua. Li Yunhua was still very young when he died, with beautiful and calm eyes.
Fortunately, fortunately, he doesn't look like anyone and can only be himself.
Whether it was Wei Heyu or Li Yunhua, they all left Wei Yanzhou alive out of their own selfish motives.
Realizing that Cheng Ning was lost in thought, Wei Yanzhou pushed her cheek harder, making the poor cheek flesh bulge, making Cheng Ning appear plumper.
"Answer me, don't think about others!"
So domineering.
Cheng Ning slowly covered his hand, and their hands touched together, as if they were holding each other tenderly.
She spoke slowly: "Why do you say I don't like Wei Yanshu?"
Wei Yanzhou seemed to be stunned by the question, and then he shook his head: "I don't know."
"If nothing unexpected happens, the late emperor's marriage grant and the edict to establish the crown prince will be issued together. The wedding should be prepared this year at the latest. I may not refuse."
When Cheng Ning's voice fell softly, Chunhua came in with sobering soup.
She heard Cheng Ning say this and hurriedly looked at Wei Yanzhou's expression.
Only she and Cheng Ning knew about the analysis just now, but it didn't stop Chunhua from being afraid.
Her voice was so sure, as if she was always awake and calm.
Wei Yanzhou didn't know whether he didn't hear clearly or was reacting, but he didn't speak immediately.
Hearing Chunhua's footsteps, he looked back at her.
"Give it to me," Cheng Ning took the sobering soup and said to Chunhua, "Bring in some hot water."
Chunhua exited again, and the door closed with a slight click.
A soft sigh fell in the hall. Cheng Ning took a spoonful of the hangover soup and brought it to Wei Yanzhou's lips.
"Drink, otherwise you will have a headache when you wake up tomorrow."
Wei Yanzhou just looked at the brown soup in the spoon without opening his mouth, but after a while, he asked again: "Why?"
Why, of course, it couldn't be about the headache, but why Cheng Ning wouldn't refuse.
Cheng Ning didn't know what to say.
Because she didn't know that life would be so messed up?
Or is it because she thinks marriage is nothing more than a transaction?
Or maybe she thought there was nothing wrong with marrying Wei Yanshu from the bottom of her heart?
"I used to think that if people can't escape marriage," Cheng Ning thought for a while and then said, "It doesn't matter who I marry, as long as he can give me what I want."
Wei Yanzhou asked, "What do you want?"
"I discussed with Yanshu at the beginning that I would secure the throne for him and he would not be allowed to marry anyone else."
Cheng Ning didn't want anything complicated. After all, she once thought that even at the age of thirty-four, let alone twenty-four, she might not be able to stay in Kyoto honestly.
She was prepared to deal with soldiers for the rest of her life.
However, things in the world do not depend on a person's will. No matter how unwilling she is, she will always be caught off guard by a sudden turn of events in the end.
"It doesn't matter who you marry...you just think that by marrying him, there will be no limits on your life. If you switch to anyone who can give you these things, it will be okay, right?"
The wishes of the family, the hopes of the people, and the late emperor's favor were all conditions that Cheng Ning would not refuse.
Cheng Ning pursed her lips. She had talked too much tonight and there was a dry skin on her lips.
She couldn't tell whether she wanted to escape or felt uncomfortable, so she bit it with her teeth.
But Wei Yanzhou quickly stopped her.
The palms of his hands continued to feel hot, even when he touched Cheng Ning's fingertips.
Little by little, he carefully peeled off the piece for her without hurting her at all.
Cheng Ning looked into his deep eyes and even curled her fingers.
"That was before," she replied.
That was the Cheng Ning from before, the Cheng Ning who acted recklessly and didn't need to take too much care into consideration.
Cheng Ning doesn't think it makes any difference who she marries.
Cheng Ning, whose heart belongs to nothing.
She handed over the hangover soup again: "Would you like to take a sip?"
This time, Wei Yanzhou didn't refuse. He just refused to do it himself. Instead, he drank the hangover soup in one mouthful with Cheng Ning's hand.
It is rare to find peace, one side is submissive and the other side is indulgent.
Until Chunhua ordered someone to bring hot water in, Cheng Ning did it herself and helped Wei Yanzhou bathe.
It was past midnight when he went to bed again. Wei Yanzhou brought Cheng Ning over and held her tightly in his arms.
Cheng Ning felt that he was a little sad tonight, but she didn't know why he was sad.
Cheng Ning turned her back to him and leaned on Wei Yanzhou's chest, hearing his heartbeat.
Counting and counting, I don’t know when I fell asleep.
In her light sleep, she could feel that she was being pulled around, and someone's fingers fell on her cheek, caressing her inch by inch.
Not long after, Cheng Ning found out that Wei Yanzhou had spent a sleepless night, and all he could think about in his heart was how to lose her step by step.
