I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Chapter 122 Kiss me once

Lu Mingyang calmed down and asked, "Cousin, were you the one who spread the rumors in the capital?"

Wei Luo was stunned for a moment and shook his head slightly.

Lu Mingyang didn't ask any further questions, but instead thought of something else: "Cousin, do you know anyone in the cabinet? Can you find a way to get the drafter to replace the word 'descendants' with 'bloodline'?"

Wei Luo was puzzled: "Is there any difference?"

The difference was huge. Even if it was just acting, she had to act convincingly. But as she spoke, she actually felt a faint sense of anticipation. A king's words were not meant to be jokes. If the eldest sister solved the case, would His Majesty contradict himself?

Maybe it will work.

His Majesty's decree was issued again, and the Lu clan members gathered at the Chengyang Marquis' Mansion. After the imperial decree was read, Lu Mingyang looked at everyone leaving and happily pulled Yang Nian'er out.

Yang Nian'er looked at her men's clothing and asked, "What are we going to do?"

"Investigate the case!"

"Why do you have to come to the Zhongxin Marquis's residence to investigate a case?"

Yang Nian'er looked at the plaque of the Marquis Zhongxin's Mansion, feeling very puzzled.

"Of course I have to investigate the case with my eldest sister."

Inside Yanchu Pavilion, Lu Mingyang looked at his elder sister who was changing into men's clothes and stopped her, "Elder sister, don't change anymore."

Lu Mingyuan looked at his sister in surprise.

Lu Mingyang interrupted with a smile, "Eldest sister, I lost my handkerchief. Can you give me one? I want you to embroider it."

"Okay!" Lu Mingyuan didn't ask any more questions.

Investigating a case is a very meticulous job, and Lu Mingyang knows nothing about it, but fortunately she has identified the mastermind behind the crime ahead of time, and Shen Yan has done her best to help her. However, after a few days, she is still exhausted and her back aches, and she falls asleep as soon as she hits the bed.

"Master Shen..."

The moon is above the willows, the spring cicadas are chirping, and the window is half open.

Chu Mingzheng sat by the bed, looking at the sleeping woman in the moonlight. She parted her red lips and uttered words he couldn't understand. He reached out and touched the scar on her face, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"Master Shen?"

Another dream mumbling sound, Chu Mingzheng frowned.

Lu Mingyang opened her eyes and was suddenly confronted by a dark face, resembling a ghost. She was so frightened that she kicked the man in the chest and curled up in the corner of the bed.

"Your Highness?!"

"Who is Lord Shen?" Chu Mingzheng asked coldly.

"No, no one." Lu Mingyang stammered, "I mean, it's... Mr. Province. I dreamed that there was a famine in our village again. Dad told us to save some money, and I was so hungry that I retorted, saying, 'We must save some money, Mr. Province.'"

Chu Mingzheng thought he had excellent hearing and wouldn't have misheard. Although he knew she was lying, the fact that she had lied subconsciously was actually this, and it was a little painful to hear.

"Were you often hungry before?" he asked.

"There was a famine for a few years." Lu Mingyang quickly changed the subject and asked, "Why did Your Highness come back?"

When she asked this question, she felt inexplicably anxious.

Are you going to talk about the deposed concubine?

"Come here!" Chu Mingzheng stretched out his hand.

Lu Mingyang carefully placed her fingers into his palm. Her fingers were slightly cool and trembling. Chu Mingzheng exerted a little pressure, and the quilt slipped off, allowing her to fall into his arms.

She was wearing a light and smooth brocade, pressed against the man's strong chest, not daring to move, not daring to breathe, letting the man's hand fall on her scar.

His fingertips were like scorching irons, tearing open the bloody wound again. Could it be that he wanted to marry the grandson of the Grand Secretary as his principal wife, so he hurried back to verify the results?

"Cold?"

Chu Mingzheng pulled back his hand, noticed her trembling body, and pulled the quilt over her.

"It's not cold!" Lu Mingyang hugged his waist tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness must be tired after rushing back all the way. Come lie down and rest for a while!"

After saying this, he took off his outer robe.

Chu Mingzheng suddenly grabbed it, his eyes burning: "You want me to sleep in your bed?"

Lu Mingyang nodded shyly.

Chu Mingzheng smiled and said, "No, I've been traveling all night and I stink."

"I don't mind!" Lu Mingyang hummed softly.

But how could he not hear such joyful words? The little girl still had some conscience, and it was worth his long journey back to see her.

Chu Mingzheng raised his face proudly and said, "Then give me a kiss."

He had intended to tease her, but unexpectedly, his cheeks felt hot. He suddenly tilted his head, and their noses touched. The only sound in the world was the sound of their breathing.

Chu Mingzheng couldn't help but cup the woman's face and kiss her. The awkwardness he'd felt the previous time faded away, and he gently teased the shy girl. Although shy, the woman obediently followed his teasing and gave in to his demands.

Feeling the response, Chu Mingzheng was ecstatic and his movements became more and more wild.

The woman cried out in pain with a "hiss" sound. The scab on her face was rubbed off by the man's fingers, and blood oozes out.

Chu Mingzheng secretly regretted losing control and forgetting that she had a wound on her face. He hurriedly lifted his sleeve to wipe the woman's wound. The rough sand stuck to the wound, causing her to frown even more in pain.

"Damn it!"

He had just come down from the riverbank in these clothes. Chu Mingzheng took out a handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped the woman's cheek. After wiping, he brought warm water, wet the handkerchief, and wiped it again.

That clumsy movement made Lu Mingyang feel a little dazed. Was there anything about him that was worth his acting?

"Does it hurt?"

Chu Mingzheng applied the ointment on his face, and a hot tear fell on the back of his hand.

"It doesn't hurt!" Lu Mingyang shook his head gently and asked tentatively, "I remember my aunt in the palace said that a princess can't have scars. Leng Lingfeng said that the scar on my face will never heal."

Chu Mingzheng laughed and said, "That was before the canonization. It was my bad luck that I couldn't get rid of you."

It was clearly a flirtatious remark, but it pierced Lu Mingyang's ears like a thorn in her side. She even helped Chu Mingzheng come up with a motive for committing suicide, unable to bear the disfigurement and collapse.

"But if I go out and meet people, it will always be embarrassing for Your Highness. I don't want Your Highness to be laughed at and said that he married an ugly woman." Lu Mingyang grabbed Chu Mingzheng's wrist and decided to take the initiative: "Your Highness, please abolish me. Just leave me a place to stay in the backyard."

I acted so pitiful and I was indebted to him. If I had any conscience, I would hesitate for a few days, right?

Chu Mingzheng's face turned cold: "Are you so considerate of me?"

Lu Mingyang bit his lip and retorted aggrievedly, "Haven't I always been considerate of His Highness?"

"Good, good, good!"

Chu Mingzheng knew he couldn't win the argument with her, so he simply kept silent.

Lu Mingyang was dumbfounded. He actually agreed.

Chu Mingzheng helped her apply the ointment, helped her lie down, and rubbed her hair reluctantly, coaxing her softly: "I can't stay long, I have to go. Don't let your imagination run wild."

"Your Highness, why did you come back?" Lu Mingyang was puzzled. Was it just to see him?

Chu Mingzheng just smiled and didn't answer.

Lu Mingyang was very angry when he saw that smile. After Chu Mingzheng left, he angrily threw the quilt that was stained with his scent to the ground.

"Bah, Chu Mingzheng, you are so heartless and ruthless, your conscience has been eaten by a dog."

She was so angry that she jumped off the bed and stomped on it a few times. Suddenly she realized that this didn't seem to be her room, but Nian'er's room.