Mo Jiecheng's eyebrows suddenly knitted together, his eyes widened, staring at Ji Wanrong in disbelief, as if he couldn't understand what Ji Wanrong said.
"Are you jealous because I gave that ruby head and face to Gu Mingyue, so you got into trouble with me?"
"That set of masks was given to Gu Mingyue after I thought about it over and over at night and became so angry that I decided to give it to Gu Mingyue. I have already asked her to get it back, and it is in Chongzhou's hands. It was originally meant to be brought to you. Yes, it’s just that you beat him out!”
Mo Jiecheng's face was solemn, but Ji Wanrong shook his head.
"No, it's not about the mask. I'm not angry because of the mask. Gu Mingyue has the power to run the family and will be your concubine in the future. Everything she does is reasonable."
Ji Wanrong now thought clearly and felt relieved.
It was the first time she saw Gu Mingyue wearing the ruby turban, surrounded by many slaves in front and behind, arrogantly demonstrating to her.
She was angry at first.
But when she figured it out, she became very calm and not angry at all.
There was no need for her to be angry with Gu Mingyue just because she was jealous.
Whether Gu Mingyue wore the ruby turban or showed off his power to her, he did not offend her actual interests.
Her real interests are money, status, her own life and health, and the people she cares about.
And her life should not be limited to the back house, fighting for the favor of a man, let alone raising children.
This is true in modern times, and it should also be true in ancient times.
There is Gu Mingyue in Mojie City now, and there will be Wu Mingyue, Li Mingyue and Wang Mingyue in the future.
If she is jealous like this when facing everyone, then the modern education she received in her previous life will be in vain.
Facing Ji Wanrong's sudden change, Mo Jiecheng was obviously very incomprehensible. He felt that he understood the implication of Ji Wanrong's words: "Did you suddenly remember that the king has a concubine, so you feel angry?"
"Although it is common for a man to have three wives and four concubines, I can understand your feelings. I had no intention of marrying her in the first place! It was you who made the promise at the time and agreed on my behalf!"
When Mo Jiecheng said this, his face was innocent and his tone was a little aggrieved. He held Ji Wanrong's wrist tighter.
"But it doesn't matter, as long as we work hard before marrying her, we can conceive a young prince and silence the queen mother."
"And Fu Tingxue has recovered very well these days. I have confirmed your identity as the magic doctor with ghost hands to the imperial aunt. Soon the emperor will be able to accompany you for treatment. Didn't you ask for a condition from her before? If you look at it, Because of her face, the mother would never dare to say anything."
"Do you like me?" Ji Wanrong suddenly asked.
Mo Jiecheng was slightly startled: "Do you want me to like you?"
Ji Wanrong shook his head: "No. I know you don't like me, and I don't like you either. It's more because of my status as the princess that you have an inexplicable responsibility for me to reproduce."
"But do you still remember? We had an agreement before. I said that I would choose a suitable day to divorce. During this period, I would do my job as a princess. Because we don't need anything to have a son. , you don’t need to not marry Gu Mingyue."
When Mo Jiecheng heard these words, his chest heaved suddenly, and his livid face instantly became horrifying.
"The responsibilities of a princess? Do you know what the responsibilities of a princess are?"
He smiled coldly, grabbed Ji Wanrong's hand with his own, and then stretched it towards his lower body.
Ji Wanrong felt his movements and felt that her fingertips were hot, as if she had touched a hot iron.
Her eyes widened in horror, and she suddenly wanted to retract her hand.
But Mo Jiecheng held her hand firmly and did not let go.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, there were deep whirlpools in the depths of his eyes, and his whole body exuded a violent aura, as if he was Yama from hell.
Ji Wanrong had not felt such hostility for a long time.
"Have you ever fulfilled your responsibilities as a princess for a day? The responsibilities of a princess are to spread the branches and leaves of the royal family, serve the king, and solve problems for the king. Have you done all of these?"
"Gu Mingyue is even in charge of the palace, and all you want to do every day is run out and meet some shady people!"
Ji Wanrong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but did not speak.
She wanted to make peace just because she knew this was the case.
But when Mo Jiecheng saw Ji Wanrong's face, he felt even more angry. He sneered and continued: "You said you would ask for peace?"
"But who will allow you to reconcile? There is no precedent for divorce in the royal family, let alone reconciliation! Don't think that just because of your medical skills, you feel that you are unparalleled in the world, and you can do it. You are so whimsical that you are trampling on this king’s face!”
"As long as I think about it, I can always find a way." Ji Wanrong's tone was still unhurried, which was in sharp contrast to Mo Jiecheng.
She didn't know why Mo Jiecheng was so angry.
Is it because he trampled on the dignity of the royal family?
But when she proposed that she would divorce herself, Mo Jiecheng readily agreed and wished he could kick her out the next day.
"No, I am sure that you will never be able to successfully reconcile. If I don't agree, it's impossible for my father, mother, and even the imperial grandmother to agree! The royal family's precedent is that the princess died of illness, and there has never been reconciliation. Even if you die, you are still my king’s woman!”
Mo Jiecheng was really angry at this moment, his nose was wheezing and he was breathing heavily.
He had never thought that the woman in front of him, although silent on the surface, was actually secretly planning a divorce.
This is absolutely impossible!
"Then if we don't get along, can you promise me - allow me to show my face outside and develop my own career; allow us to remain the superficial couple we were before and not interfere with each other; allow me to do everything I want to do. ?”
Ji Wanrong felt the scalding temperature all over Mo Jiecheng's body, felt his hot breath touching her cheek, felt the horrific scene beneath him, and calmly raised her head to look at him.
Even when they met for the first time that night, when she faced Mo Jiecheng's death threat, she didn't feel a trace of fear, but now she looked at Mo Jiecheng's expression.
She was a little scared.
His thunder raged and split a deep distance between them.
She was afraid she would never escape.
Sure enough, Mo Jiecheng reached out and pinched her chin firmly, and then spoke in a deep voice, with even a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"If you feel that your life is too leisurely, I will give you a child so that you can stay in the palace and raise your child!"
After Mo Jiecheng said this, he suddenly pressed Ji Wanrong under him, clasped both of Ji Wanrong's wrists with one hand, and began to unbutton her clothes no matter how hard she struggled.
"Ji Wanrong, you have to know that reconciliation is absolutely impossible!"
