Su Ruotang: "???"
How did the dog man know that she was jealous?
An emotionally deficient person with no empathy knows how to be jealous!
It's almost enough to be jealous of him.
Mo Ronyan stood up slowly, picked up his belt with his slender fingers, and exerted slight pressure.
The white robe embroidered with silver thread that was casually draped on the body fell to the ground, revealing the pure white lining underneath, and the delicate collarbone was looming.
The tips of his hair were slightly damp, falling from his shoulders to his chest, and a few strands were faintly buried between his collar.
It was probably because of the fever that his cheeks were sickly white, but his thin lips were stained with a bright crimson color.
The ultimate three colors of black, white and red, set off the cool and beautiful face, enchanting, and people can't take their eyes away.
The faint tiredness and paleness between his eyebrows did not affect his beauty at all, but revealed a broken and morbid beauty.
Su Ruotang admired the beauty of the third prince from top to bottom.
Broad shoulders and narrow waist, eight-pack abs, mermaid line, long and straight legs, even the hair on his body is exquisite and perfect.
It seems like a snow sculpture carefully carved in the cold area of the snow-capped mountains. It is perfect and cold and ruthless.
Su Ruotang pursed her red lips and lowered her eyes, feeling a little dazed.
Sure enough, no one is perfect in this world.
God gave him a noble status and a peerless appearance, but did not give him a heart that understands love.
By the time Su Ruotang came to her senses, Mo Rongyan was already standing beside her, with his hands on the armrests of the chair she was sitting on, slightly bent over, and looking at her intently.
Su Ruotang raised his eyes and looked straight into those bottomless black eyes.
The familiar cold cedar scent lingered on the tip of her nose, and the cells in her body instantly tightened.
The slender and graceful swan neck tilted back and distanced herself from the man, "Don't get so close to me."
Perhaps she had soaked in the bathtub for too long, and the ends of her eyes were flushed, making her watery peach blossom eyes even more charming.
The long eyelashes flicker like little hooks.
Mo Ronyan's slender fingers landed on her slender and soft waist at some point, caressing her slowly.
"Huh? Little Haitang is scared?"
The words with a hint of joking rolled over on the tip of his tongue, revealing the slightest hint of seduction.
Su Ruotang rolled his eyes away, and a few syllables escaped his red lips, "What are you afraid of?"
Mo Rongyan's slender, cold-white fingers brushed her hair hanging on her temples, and asked instead, "Are you still making peace?"
Su Ruotang said loudly: "Leave!"
Mo Ronyan's eyes gradually darkened as he listened to her affirmative syllables without hesitation.
He slowly approached her ear and kissed her gently, "I have said that the position of the third prince's concubine will only be yours."
The man's hot breath sprayed against her ears. Su Ruotang's body suddenly tensed up. Her weak, boneless hands pressed against the man's solid chest. She turned her head to avoid his kiss, and her red lips spilled word by word:
"I do not care."
The beauty's tone was cold, her peach blossom eyes were tinged with water, hazy yet sober.
Mo Ronyan noticed her resistance from the bottom of his heart, and the smile in his eyes suddenly froze, and he looked at her steadily, "What do you want?"
Su Ruotang blinked, slowly stretched out her delicate white fingers, and touched the man's heart.
Her tone was neither urgent nor slow, sweet and calm, "Mo Rongyan, do you have a heart? In other words, do you have a heart that understands love?"
"The marriage between you and me is just a court marriage. You also said that once the cold poison is cured, you will let me go and everyone in Hutan Mansion will be safe and sound."
"Does this still count?"
The words were clear and coherent, pointing out that their marriage was nothing more than a transaction.
The key point is that he promised to protect everyone in Tan Mansion from being safe and sound.
Mo Ronyan's eyes were filled with anger: "What if I regret it?"
Su Ruotang looked at him steadily: "It doesn't matter, after all, a man's words are not trustworthy at all."
She is already cultivating her own power, and by then she will be able to protect Tan Mansion with her own abilities.
It's just that he will lose his identity as an imperial merchant.
Mo Ronyan took a deep breath and raised his hand to cover his aching temples.
He slowly straightened up, looked down at Su Ruotang, and said word by word: "Su Ruotang, your name is on the royal jade plate, and you will be the royal daughter-in-law until the day you die."
"It doesn't matter."
Su Ruotang took the essential oil and poured it into the palm of her hand. While carefully caring for her hair, Yun Danfeng added lightly, "Since His Highness is unwilling to reconcile, let's sleep in separate rooms."
After taking two breaths, Mo Ronyan pressed the painful temple again, and his clear voice was like mutton-fat white jade that had fallen into ten thousand years of ice, cold and without warmth, "Don't even think about it."
Su Ruotang's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and then she said calmly: "That's up to you."
She also understands that this is a different world where the imperial power is supreme, the male is the master outside, and the female is the master inside.
Separating rooms is equivalent to telling everyone that she is not favored.
Although she didn't care, she didn't understand why Mo Ronyan clearly didn't like her and insisted on not dividing the room.
But these are not things she should consider.
After finishing the final hair care, Su Ruotang tilted her head and raised her eyes to look at the man's calm, indifferent and beautiful face.
"Mo Ronyan, what do you think I am?"
Mo Ronyan opened her thin lips lightly, and the overflowing syllables were light but firm, "Be my wife."
Su Ruotang curled her lips and smiled, laughing at herself, "But do you know the difference between a wife and a family member?"
In a daze, she remembered that Mo Ronyan of Qingling Temple firmly said that he would marry her as the third prince's concubine.
At that time, he just wanted to prove that the changes in his body were related to her.
Later, it was confirmed that she could cure cold poison, and he bought all kinds of rare jade for her without blinking an eye.
Just to let her remove the cold poison from his body.
Therefore, his wife does not have to be her.
Even if it's not Su Ruotang, anyone can do it as long as he can detoxify the cold poison.
Because he didn't care, he didn't even bother to clarify the scandal about the male goblin.
Mo Rongyan looked at her steadily, feeling that all the patience he had in his life was spent on the third prince's concubine, "Isn't Madam also a family member, so what's the difference?"
