I nodded: "Lord Shuo has passed away, do you want me to stay alive and widowed?"

"Song Rujun! How did you get to where you are now? Don't you know what's being done out there? Don't you know what those daughters think of me now?"

Ruyi pushed down the tea cup on the table, and tore up the newly bought notebook: "You are happy!"

I opened my mouth, but I could only spit out two words weakly: "I'm sorry."

"Excuse me? What's the use of sorry? I don't have a prodigal, watery Yang Hua sister like you, a good person like Prince Heng, can you also think of it?"

I looked up in shock, and hurriedly ordered my men to close the door and then all of them retreated.

I quickly stepped forward and grabbed Ruyi's shoulder: "Do you like Prince Heng? When?"

"So what?" Ruyi shook my hand away, "When did it matter to you?"

I stumbled two steps and sat down in my chair.

Ruyi is simple-minded, she is really a pampered and raised daughter, I don't want her to marry into a cannibalistic royal family, so I pay attention to her everywhere.

But how could she like Pei Heng?

"Song Ruyi, listen well, you hide your thoughts for me, especially my father, I will find a way to find a good family for you."

If he let his father know that Ruyi was tempted by Pei Heng, he would not be tempted to do something.

Ruyi gritted his teeth: "You don't have to worry about my business!"

After saying that, he grabbed the door and walked out, and Qing Mo walked in: "Miss, second miss, she ......."

I exhaled a cloudy breath: "You find someone to keep an eye on Ruyi, don't let her do anything stupid."

It was a rainy day.

Although it is the prince's concubine, the pomp is pitiful, if it weren't for the rules, Pei Heng seemed to be eager to connect me to the palace with a small sedan chair.

The hijab was lifted and thrown on the ground, Pei Heng picked up my chin with a contemptuous expression: "Song Rujun, have you ever thought that you would marry me one day?"

Without waiting for me to speak, Pei Heng threw my face aside again: "I'm self-inflicted, Miss Song's heart is higher than the sky, how can she want to marry such an idle king as me?"

I didn't dare to look directly into Pei Heng's eyes, and my voice was very soft: "Lord Wang, it's late at night, go to bed?"

"Bedtime? Isn't this king even worthy of drinking wine with Miss Song?" Pei Heng walked to the table and picked up the wine, but did not take the cup.

In a moment when I was stunned, Pei Heng poured the wine from the top of my head, and drank the remaining half to the spout of the pot.

The liquor slid down my face and onto my lips, and I couldn't help but cry because I wasn't supposed to be a spirit.

"I heard that Miss Song was favored by my younger brother when she was Princess Shuo, and I think she is very good at serving people, so don't let this king down tonight."

My heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand, and it was uncomfortable, but I could only bring up a smile: "The concubine body will definitely not disappoint the prince."

I stood up and slowly put my hand on Pei Heng's belt.

Since marrying Pei Shuo, it was the first time I had been so close to Pei Heng, and I didn't know if it was the smell of wine or something else.

At the moment when the belt fell, Pei Heng pushed me away violently: "The smell of wine, do you want to smoke this king to death?"

My waist hit the bed frame, and the pain made me frown, and I saw Pei Heng's expression change, and finally threw up his sleeves and walked towards the door.

I hurriedly straightened up and grabbed Pei Heng's sleeve: "The concubine goes to wash her body, don't go."

On the wedding night, I must keep Pei Heng, otherwise I will not be able to gain a foothold in the Hengwang Mansion in the future.

Pei Heng paused, turned around and stared at me deadly: "Song Rujun, do you really want this king to stay?"