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

Chapter 213 The Troubles Resurface

Lu Mingyang continued, "I shouldn't have angered His Highness, and I shouldn't have contradicted His Highness. Your Highness is my heaven, my master, and my husband. I should have been very careful and attentive in my service..."

The chatter was so intense that it made the listeners feel overwhelmed. Chu Mingzheng pulled the man up and angrily asked, "What do you mean by talking nonsense? Tell me, you're definitely going to drink that medicine, right?"

With both hands pressed tightly on her shoulders, Lu Mingyang broke out in a cold sweat, forcing herself to smile: "I know I was wrong. I will never drink anything that Your Highness forbids me to drink again. Please don't be angry."

It was just that she was in so much pain that tears streamed down her smiling face, burning the back of her hand. Chu Mingzheng's hand loosened.

Lu Mingyang took two steps back, his eyes full of panic.

"Yangyang!" Chu Mingzheng took a step forward, took her hand, and almost begged: "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

"I dare not!" Lu Mingyang lowered her head.

"I shouldn't have lost my temper with you. I shouldn't have denied you a meal. Can you please forgive me this time?"

"I dare not!"

"That's not an order!"

His fear, his anger, his overtures, his apologies, all his emotions, in her presence, became soft and limp. Chu Mingzheng really didn't know what to do. He picked up Lu Mingyang horizontally and walked into the inner room.

The woman who had been keeping her brows lowered and her eyes submissive finally responded, "Your Highness, could you please put out the candles?"

This was almost the only true word she had said tonight, so how could he not agree? The curtains fell, and he touched his beloved face in the darkness.

He was very gentle, almost pious, but the trembling under him made all his gentleness a joke.

"If you don't want to, you can leave!"

His face turned cold, but she smiled.

"It is my blessing that Your Highness is willing to let me serve you."

Still disgustingly obedient, Chu Mingzheng sneered: "Then you come."

He just wanted her to feel shy, rejected, or even angry, but nothing happened. She turned over and lay on top of him, trying to please her as he asked.

His lungs were about to explode, but he still couldn't bear to push her away. He naively believed that the closer their bodies were, the closer their souls would be, so he took the initiative and tried his best to please her gently.

Until the soul leaves the body.

On a dark, overcast night, with the doors and windows tightly shut, Lu Mingyang could see nothing but the heavy breathing beside her. She silently slid to the end of the bed and groped her way out.

"What are you doing?" Chu Mingzheng sat up.

Lu Mingyang said, "I'll go back."

Chu Mingzheng said: "Just sleep here!"

"Yes!" Lu Mingyang lay down obediently. Although she was lying in his arms, she didn't feel any warmth. It was no different from before. All his efforts had become a joke.

Chu Mingzheng couldn't stay any longer, so he stood up and dressed, "You go to sleep first, I still have official business."

"Yes!" Lu Mingyang knelt up and helped him dress.

Chu Mingzheng looked at the woman beside him in astonishment. In the darkness, he could only see her eyes.

"Whatever you like, I'll go buy it with you tomorrow!"

Lu Mingyang shook his head: "I dare not trouble Your Highness."

"Tell me one!" he insisted.

Lu Mingyang thought for a moment and asked, "Your Highness, you said that the pair of white geese were hunted for me. Is that true?"

"Yes, of course!" Chu Mingzheng's emotions fluctuated.

Lu Mingyang said, "Then Your Highness, could you accompany me to the Clear Water Pond to release them? Winter is almost here, and if we don't let them fly away, they'll freeze to death."

What does it mean?

After a long pause, Chu Mingzheng uttered "OK" and leaned over to put on his boots. The boots were a little far away. Lu Mingyang had already gotten out of bed, taken the boots, and knelt on the footrest to help him put them on.

"You..." Chu Mingzheng grabbed Lu Mingyang's arm, then silently let go, "Go back!"

"promise!"

Lu Mingyang picked up her clothes, put them on hurriedly, and kowtowed respectfully again: "I'll take my leave."

After saying that, he retreated silently.

The room was dark, and she backed away again, bumping into the table with a thud, causing the vase to shake. Lu Mingyang hurriedly held onto it, opened the door, and left.

A cold wind blew in. Chu Mingzheng looked at the receding figure, broke the bed doorpost with one hand and threw it out.

With a bang, the vase exploded in the air.

"Your Highness, are you hurt?" Zheng Hao came in with a lantern and was frightened when he saw the broken porcelain pieces all over the floor.

He hurriedly lit a candle and picked up the broken porcelain pieces.

Chu Mingzheng said angrily: "Do you think she is mentally ill?"

Who's sick, Princess?

They might get angry now, but they might become inseparable someday. Zheng Hao didn't dare to agree and said with a smile, "Your Highness, the princess may feel wronged."

"I haven't even said I'm wronged, so what can she be wronged about?"

Zheng Hao was so angry that he didn't dare to say anything. He stood up and left with the broken porcelain pieces. He slammed them on the table with a thud, and he cried out in pain.

Chu Mingzheng stared: "Does it hurt so much?"

Zheng Hao said, "The corner of the table is too sharp."

"Let me see!" Chu Mingzheng went over, lifted up her clothes, and sure enough, he saw that her waist was swollen.

"Where is the medicine?"

"In the bookcase behind the outer bookshelves."

Zheng Hao watched His Highness go to find medicine, and followed him out, holding his waist. "Yes, that white bottle. It's the best for healing bruises."

Chu Mingzheng asked: "Do you need to rub it?"

Zheng Hao was moved and said, "Just rub it yourself."

"That's out of reach." Chu Mingzheng picked up the medicine and turned back.

Zheng Hao cried, "Your Highness, you are too..." Before he could finish the word "good", he watched His Highness turn and leave.

The room where the lights were on every day, waiting for Chu Mingzheng's return, was now pitch black. Chu Mingzheng concealed his disappointment and pushed the door open.

"Who?"

The water is shaking rapidly.

"Me!" Chu Mingzheng lit a red candle and turned around, then saw the girl in the bathtub.

Lu Mingyang put his hands on his shoulders, leaned on the edge of the bucket, and looked nervously at the man who suddenly appeared, "Why is Your Highness here?"

"Where did you hit just now? Let me see!"

Lu Mingyang said anxiously: "Don't, don't come over!"

This was her true voice, clear and crisp. Chu Mingzheng smiled: "I haven't seen anything about you, so why are you so shy?"

Suddenly, the smile froze.

"The water is cold?" As if in disbelief, he slowly submerged his hand in the water. The water was icy cold. It was not that the water was cold, but that the well water was originally icy cold.

"Lu Mingyang, you've really gone to great lengths to prevent me from having a child." Chu Mingzheng pinched Lu Mingyang's fragile neck, his eyes spurting blood.

Lu Mingyang's breathing stopped, and he clapped his hands vigorously. But to him, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Gradually, she lost consciousness and slid down the tub.

The water rushed into his nasal cavity, awakening his dying soul. Lu Mingyang stuck his head out and began to cough rapidly.

Chu Mingzheng grabbed her hair and lifted it roughly. She stood before him naked, without any dignity. His fierce gaze suddenly froze.