Xiao Ye never knew that his image in Mo Jingchen's heart was so great.

Am I actually his salvation? We actually saved each other!

The words in Mo Jingchen's heart are still going on:

[ ... That time, my eldest aunt made trouble for me and made me kneel in the ancestral hall all night. At five o'clock, I was sent to the palace to study early.

I didn't even have breakfast, and it was so cold. I really thought I wouldn't make it through.

Unexpectedly, His Highness Ninth Prince brought me half a brown sugar bun.

He said that he went to the imperial kitchen to steal it last night and he couldn't finish it.

What a fool, I couldn't finish eating last night, why don't I eat in the morning?

It was obviously specially reserved for me.

That's the most delicious thing I've ever eaten.

From now on, any exotic cakes will not be as valuable as that half brown sugar steamed bun.

He is so stupid, he can't even eat enough, and he is still thinking about me.

A five-year-old child can actually hold back his appetite.

I knew at that time that he was going to be something big in the future.

Now he has been crowned king at the age of sixteen. He is very powerful, isn't he ... 】

Xiao Ye had a noble status, so he did not kneel down, but stood aside in silence.

He listened quietly to Mo Jingchen recounting all the memories of their childhood and praising himself all the time. Xiao Ye couldn't help but burst into tears. Then, he burst into tears:

Mo Jingchen, you don't understand me ...

I vaguely remember that I held that half brown sugar bun, smelled its sweet aroma, and drooled all night.

The reason why I could hold back was because I wanted you to have enough food so that you would have the strength to help me copy books, so that I could have time to practice martial arts. Who told you to imitate my handwriting so well ...

Fortunately, I resisted the urge to eat half of the brown sugar bun ...

In this situation, it is reasonable for Xiao Ye to shed tears.

When Chen Jingting saw this, he took it for granted that the King of Zhenbei's tears were shed for his grandfather:

The King of Zhenbei is truly a man of character, an upright warrior, with a simple mind and is easy to control.

I must marry Weirou to him as a princess!

Even if it is not convenient to give him a formal status now, he must bring the person back to the capital first and occupy the position to avoid being snatched away by others!

I must make King Zhenbei my protective umbrella!

The status of King Zhenbei is noble, so he does not need to participate in the wake.

After burning incense, all you have to do is wait for the 100th day since Old Master Chen's body was laid to rest, and then you can join in carrying the coffin on the day of the funeral.

Chen Jingting set aside a quiet courtyard in the mansion for the King of Zhenbei and his entourage to live in.

She also arranged for her youngest daughter, Chen Weirou, to serve tea and water to the prince.

Before Xiao Ye could refuse, Mo Jingchen started to criticize in his heart:

[Chen Jingting is really not a good person! 】

[My grandfather was in mourning, so he arranged for his daughter to crawl onto the prince’s couch]

【The scum among scholars! Pooh! 】

Xiao Ye really didn't know that serving tea and recommending himself as a pillow meant the same thing. He thought Chen Jingting arranged for his daughter to be a rough maid because he valued him.

After hearing Mo Jingchen's inner voice, Xiao Ye quickly refused without even trying to figure out whether it was true or not:

“This king is a man who marches and fights, and does not need anyone to serve him.

This courtyard is full of men. It would be inconvenient for Miss Chen to come, so there is no need. "

at night.

Chen Weirou came anyway. She knocked on Xiao Ye's door and said she was bringing water for washing his feet.

Xiao Ye finally understood Mo Jingchen's thoughts, and he was right.

Xiao Ye was very upset:

Where can a noble girl from a noble family be so shameless?

So he opened the door and let her in.

If you don't drink the toast, you will be fined with wine. Let's see if I can scold you to death!

As the saying goes, a woman should be pretty and filial.

Although Chen Weirou was dressed in coarse linen mourning clothes, she was obviously well-groomed. She had rosy eyebrows, fair skin and beautiful face, and wore a jingle ring and a fragrant orchid.

Xiao Ye was disgusted to death:

During the funeral of my great-grandfather, I recommended myself to be a pillow mat, and it was such a wild game!

Damn it, this king is looked down upon by this family!

No matter how hungry and thirsty I am, I’m not so hungry that I can’t choose what to eat!

However, Chen Weirou's face was not pretty. She didn't have the charm of a woman. Instead, her almond-shaped eyes held a bit of stubbornness that refused to admit defeat. She looked like a girl with an idea.

It's not like I'm recommending him a pillow, but it's like he's here to show off his face.

Xiao Ye immediately felt that Chen Weirou must have been forced to do this, and it was all arranged by her damn father.

A weak woman should not be allowed to bear his venomous tongue. After all, it is also a human life.

So, Xiao Ye stood at the door with a straight face and a rather polite tone,

"Put the water down and get out."

Chen Weirou came in and squatted down to put the basin in. As she stood up, a dagger suddenly fell out of her sleeve.

When Xiao Ye saw this, his face darkened, and he closed the door with a 'pop' sound. A pair of peach blossom eyes instantly burst out with murderous intent, and he let out a low roar:

"Be bold!"

Chen Weirou was immediately shocked by this terrifying momentum and fell to her knees, lowering her head but not begging for mercy.

Xiao Ye was very disdainful of her little bit of backbone and asked with disdain,

"You want to assassinate me? Just you?

Why do this? "

Chen Weirou raised her head and met his unclear gaze. Her eyes were firm and she said word by word,

"If you want to kill or behead, you have to do whatever you want. Why is there all this nonsense?"

When Xiao Ye heard this, he sneered angrily,

"I traveled thousands of miles to attend the funeral of your great ancestor, but you assassinated me. Are you still aggrieved? Is this how your father taught you to behave?"

Chen Weirou looked stubborn as if she was going to die.

"I assassinated the prince, and I plead guilty. Just kill me. It has nothing to do with my father."

Xiao Ye's cold smile gradually turned sinister, and he said with a venomous tongue,

"Could it be that, knowing that you are not a womanizer, you came up with such a despicable trick to seduce me?"

The trace of disgust flashing in Chen Weirou's eyes didn't look like she was acting at all.

"I'm not here to seduce you, I'm here to kill you!"

Chen Weirou's man-hating gaze from the bottom of her heart made Xiao Ye feel comfortable:

The look in her eyes is indeed different from the way other noble ladies in the capital look at me.

Just don’t worry about me!

So, Xiao Ye decided to forgive Old Mrs. Chen for her sake, but he still said harsh words.

"Since you are willing to plead guilty, then I, the king, will take care of business and report to the official!"

Report to the official?

Chen Weirou didn't want the affairs in the mansion to spread outside and lose the family's face, so she quickly said,

"No! Please, Your Majesty, don't report me to the official! You can chop me up!"

As Chen Weirou spoke, she crawled to pick up the dagger on the ground and wanted to commit suicide.

Xiao Ye quickly flew up and kicked the dagger away.

"Count to the number three and tell the truth. Otherwise, I will report to the authorities immediately! And I will throw your grandfather and great-grandfather out of the Imperial Temple!"

Chen Weirou was startled and looked up, unexpectedly meeting the sharp gaze of King Zhenbei. She felt as if she was being stared at to death by the fierce eyes of a wild beast, and suddenly, her back felt cold.

Then, the stubbornness in his eyes was replaced by tears, and he cried while shouting,

"Don't report it to the police! I confess!"