Zhaoyang was wearing bright green clothes, sitting on the soft couch by the window and reading a book, the sunlight softly shone in from the window and fell on her body, making her skin white and tender, and the charming charm between her eyebrows and eyes made her feel even more beautiful. His heart was pounding, she was like a peony in full bloom, attracting his attention everywhere.
"Why are you so angry?" Ye Yiqing would be an idiot if he listened to her and went out. With a smile on his handsome face, he sat down beside her cheekily, looking at her softly.
"Master Ye is still free to come to my place, aren't you busy?" Zhaoyang's expression was cold, and he didn't even glance at Ye Yiqing.
Ye Yiqing knew that she must be uncomfortable when she heard the news that Li Heng was going to give him a marriage, so he carefully accompanied her to please him, "When will I not have time to see you, I just came out of the palace and came to see you .”
As he spoke, he grabbed her little hand, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"
Zhao Yang withdrew his hand, "I don't want it anymore, so as not to invite people to gossip. I am a widowed little widow. Master Ye has a noble status. If you are seen with me, your reputation may be tarnished."
Ye Yiqing didn't know how to coax a little girl in the first place, but he felt very uncomfortable with Zhaoyang talking to him so coldly, so he hugged her and sat on his lap, "Zhaoyang, just speak up if you have something to say, don't beat around the bush, It’s uncomfortable to hear.”
"If Mr. Ye feels uncomfortable, then don't listen to me here. I didn't tie your feet, and no one will keep you if you want to leave." Zhaoyang said coldly.
"Just because you heard other people gossip, you just got into trouble with me like this?" Ye Yiqing pinched her waist forcefully, pressing her down to him, "What does this sour look look like? You can't speak well if you have something to say .”
Zhaoyang was already sore in her heart, but when she heard him reprimanding her like this, her face became even colder, "That's how I am so bitter, if Master Ye thinks it's an eyesore, then don't let yourself get in the way here."
Ye Yiqing laughed softly, "Don't let others say a few words about you."
"Let me go." Zhaoyang was struggling to get down from his lap. She felt uncomfortable when she heard that the emperor of Dongqing wanted to give him a marriage. She was not sure whether he liked her or not. Love him, not because she took the initiative to kiss him that day, he still only regards her as a junior, it is she who broke the generation gap between them, she loves him so desperately, but she doesn't know what kind of feelings he has for her.
Is it sympathy for her infatuation, that's why I pity her, how much pity should I give her? Or because he didn't have any other women by his side, so he just let her go
He has been pestering her these few nights, much more and more ruthlessly. It is not difficult for her to guess that he must have not touched other women for many years. Is it because he has not been with women for too long that he seems to like her so much? urgent
Her heart was in a mess, she wanted to leave and completely cut off her thoughts about him, but she was also reluctant to leave him. She had never been so restless and nervous.
"It's the queen who wants to give me a marriage, it's not that I want to get married. Besides, now that I have you, why would I marry another woman? It doesn't matter what the outside world says. You have to believe me. What do you want to know?" If you can't figure it out, you have to ask me yourself, and what you hear from other people is not as useful as what the person said." Ye Yiqing has lived through two lives, Zhaoyang is ten years younger than him, he likes her to spoil her, but he doesn't want her She is an ignorant girl, and unconsciously taught her like a junior.
Zhaoyang's eyes were red, "I stay here and prevent you from marrying other noble girls? Yes, I am a widow, what is the difference between a broken shoe in the eyes of others... I will go, and I will not hinder the good of Lord Ye future."
Ye Yiqing's face darkened, "I've said so much, why don't you understand? If I would just marry a woman by my side, I would have married a few years ago. I don't want to wrong you. You only let others know about the relationship between you and me after you went to Jin Country to propose marriage, if you let others know now, what will others think of you?"
"Others can think whatever they like." Zhaoyang said with a cold face.
"Zhaoyang!" Ye Yiqing's eyes turned cold, "Could it be that in the future, whenever others say something in front of you, you will show face in front of me? You are my future wife, and others will inevitably bully you because you are young and easy to fool , I am not a stunned young man, there must be trust between us, otherwise there will be more people who want to provoke you and me in the future, do you believe it so easily?"
Zhaoyang knew in her heart that she was petty and awkward, but she was sad. As long as she thought that there were people who were better than her and more worthy of him, she would feel like a needle was being pricked in her heart, afraid that he would think she was not worthy. He, afraid that he would feel that her existence would tarnish his reputation, afraid that in the future everyone would laugh at him for marrying a widow...
Ye Yiqing saw that she just kept her head down and didn't speak, thinking that she hadn't figured it out yet, and he felt a little angry. His identity cannot avoid political enemies, and now his backyard is quiet because he hasn't married a second wife. She has become his wife, and some people outside will definitely bully her for being young, and some people will even use her identity to make a fuss. He can protect her, but he hopes that she can protect himself more.
He was much older than her, and it was impossible for him to protect her for the rest of his life.
"My marriage will definitely be my own decision. Don't worry about what others say in front of you. If you don't want to see me, I won't bother you again." Ye Yiqing hugged her and sat back on the soft couch, looking down at her deeply. With one glance, he suppressed the reluctance in his heart, turned around and walked out.
Zhaoyang suddenly raised his head to look at his back, moved his lips a few times, and forced the tears in his eyes to fall down.
Ye Yiqing's face was gloomy when he stepped out of the room, and his eyes were even more frighteningly cold. He stared at Fang Zhen and asked, "Who has the princess met these two days?"
He knows best what Zhaoyang does every day. If she goes out, he must know. Even before leaving the prime minister's mansion, he knows that the emperor is going to give him a marriage. Obviously, the people in the mansion are gossiping in front of her.
"Except for the garden here, the princess doesn't even go to the adult's room anymore." Fang Zhen didn't expect the gentle and refined Lord Ye to be so angry when he was angry, she dared not even look at Ye Yiqing.
Ye Yiqing nodded coldly, "Take care of your Princess."
Back in the study, he immediately called his confidant to find out who was talking nonsense in front of Zhaoyang.
"My lord, we have traced the girl's journey, but... the girl almost had an accident..."