The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

Su Yueming continued to sit behind the screen and wait, recalling the events of his previous life.

After a moment-

"Yueming." The prince came back, walked behind the screen a few steps, looked at Su Yueming in front of him, his eyes full of affection were clearly shining with joy.

Su Yueming glanced at him, and found that there were still some fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He was still trying his best to suppress his panting breath, but she was still keenly aware of it.

She couldn't help laughing, her smile was like a star falling suddenly in the bright galaxy, she said, "Did your Highness come back running?"

There was a blush on the prince's face that had never been seen before, and he said lightly, "I'm afraid you've waited too long."

Su Yueming continued to smile.

The prince blushed again, and said, "Actually, I want to see you soon."

His eyes, which seemed to be able to see through the past and present, shone with an unusually fiery look, and his gaze was always on her, never moving away for a moment.

Su Yueming felt that he was being surrounded by a continuous breath.

She bowed her head, took out a handkerchief embroidered with the words "Yueming" from her sleeve, took two steps forward, walked in front of him, stood on tiptoe, and carefully wiped the hair on his forehead bit by bit. sweat.

The prince was stunned, looking at her in front of him, she didn't blink her eyes, her expression was so serious.

The two were very close, and the prince could really feel the cold and mysterious aura about her, like an orchid.

Last time, he fainted and was so close to her. Since then, that smell that belongs to Su Yueming has been deeply buried in his heart.

After wiping off the sweat, she folded the handkerchief, put it back into her sleeve, and said, "Next time, you don't have to hurry, I will wait, you are the prince."

The prince suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed her hand holding the handkerchief tightly, his eyes gradually became eager, he said, "No, I am Xuanyuan Qihuang, I hope the person you are waiting for is not the prince, but Xuanyuan Qihuang."

Su Yueming's hand paused for a moment, and he withdrew his hand from his palm, saying, "No, you are the prince and the future emperor, but you are not Xuanyuan Qihuang."

The prince was confused by the girl in front of him. She seemed very close, but there was always a sense of alienation that he couldn't grasp. He tried to pull her closer, but she seemed to always stand in the same place and never came to him.

"The selection of the crown princess has already been put on the agenda. Your Highness must remember that the person you choose must live up to His Highness's wishes."

There was a trace of undetectable sadness and loss in the prince's warm eyes. When she mentioned the princess at this time, it was obviously a reminder, but also a rejection.

He turned around, leaving her with a warm and cool back, and said——

"In my heart, there is only one person who is worthy of the crown princess."

He turned around and said, "On that day, Concubine Zhen mentioned to me that Mrs. Su intends to find a adoptive mother for you and help you enter the palace to choose a concubine. Concubine Zhen is also willing to help you, but I heard that you refused. Mrs. Su and Concubine Zhen. Yueming, don’t you want to share the prosperity of the world with me, and take control of the country? Don’t you want to?”

Su Yueming was silent for a moment, then walked to the window and looked outside. The place he looked at was the imperial garden.

This is the imperial palace, the place where her previous life made her life worse than death and filled her with hatred.

After a while, she turned around and said——

"Your Highness, don't talk about this, okay?"

In her demeanor, there was deep exhaustion and unbearable pain.