Chapter 1 The Prince
Li House.

It's already late autumn outside the window. Along the green brick-paved tree-lined path, there are all the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers still in bloom. The surrounding fallen leaves are falling with the wind, and the warm sunshine is pouring down.

A pair of sharp-jointed hands stretched out and closed the window. The closed window covered up the shameful movement.

In the boudoir, Song Yanxing's lingering kiss fell again, his lips and teeth moved to Li Miaoyi's ear, and he kissed her hard. In an instant, the back of her ears and neck became Song Yanxing's property.

Li Miaoyi was breathing heavily, her face was blushing, her lips were as red as dripping water, and Li Miaoyi's eyes were blurred.

Li Miaoyi's fingers brushed Song Yanxing's neck, and her fingers gently slid along the fair skin.

When everything was over, Li Miaoyi leaned in Song Yanxing's arms, breathing heavily.

Song Yanxing's dignity and coolness are natural, his eyebrows are picturesque, and his appearance is peerless, like a god.

It's just that Song Yanxing has always been dignified and self-possessed, even in love affairs.

Only in the most intense moments, Song Yanxing would uncontrollably show a different expression than usual, and Song Yanxing's eyes, which were always as calm as a deep pool, would also have a trace of ripples.

Li Miaoyi fell in love with the instant fascination in Song Yanxing's eyes.

Song Yanxing's throbbing at that moment was because of himself.

This feeling of pulling down the famous bright moon in the sky in Shangjing City made Li Miaoyi's blood boil.

Not only because Song Yanxing is the bright moon in the sky, but also because Song Yanxing is the prince of the dynasty.

This sense of accomplishment was unparalleled and made Li Miaoyi indulge in it.

Everyone in the capital said that the prince of the dynasty was not close to women, had a profound understanding of justice, and was kind and filial to his friends.

Only Li Miaoyi knows.

Everything was done by Song Yan, he was doing it for the supreme right.

He has been building his own personality for decades.

"What are you thinking about?" the man's cold voice sounded.

Li Miaoyi didn't answer, just leaned meekly into Song Yanxing's arms.

Song Yanxing hugged Li Miaoyi tightly, as if he wanted to carve her into his body.

As the crown prince, Song Yanxing was not allowed to leave the palace without His Majesty's decree.

If His Majesty had not sent the prince to inspect the troops stationed outside Shangjing today, the two would not have had the chance to meet.

It's been two months since the last time the two of them met.

Song Yanxing touched Li Miaoyi's satin-like hair, feeling full of reluctance.

Every day he didn't see Li Miaoyi, Song Yanxing missed Li Miaoyi very much.

But this longing will not stop just because we met. Instead, we will miss her even more because we met.

But the time is almost up.

If he doesn't show up in the army, there will definitely be suspicion in the palace.

Li Miaoyi felt severe pain in both thighs.

Song Yanxing's East Palace did not have any concubines.

The queen also wanted to grant him a marriage, but he refused.

Call it a good name.

All I have in mind is books from sages, but no intention to look like jade.

The queen couldn't say anything else. The prince only cared about a big country and not a small family. This was something everyone in the world knew.

No one except Li Miaoyi knew that Song Yanxing actually had moments of emotion.

Song Yanxing was named a prince at the age of three. Every move he made was bound by etiquette and norms. He received education in civil and military arts and governance from an early age.

Song Yanxing knew very well how to sit firmly in the position of prince and how to survive.

"I'm asking my father for permission to marry you?"

Li Miaoyi felt that she had recently sent a letter to Song Yanxing to tease him too hard, which made him have this idea again.

"I don't want to enter the palace, Yanxing, you know that." If she entered the East Palace, she would be in the same boat as Song Yanxing.

She knew Song Yanxing's current situation very well.

The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. She doesn't want to hang her life on a man.

After listening to Li Miaoyi's words, Song Yanxing remained silent for a long time, wondering what he was thinking.

It's just that the hands around Li Miaoyi's waist tightened, as if they were trying to embed Li Miaoyi into his own flesh and blood.

It's time for lunch.

Although Li Miaoyi is a legitimate daughter, she is not favored at home and lives in a side house in the backyard.

This was a benefit for Li Miaoyi and Song Yanxing to have a private meeting.

Song Yanxing always climbed over the wall to get in, and then climbed out again.

Song Yanxing never imagined that as the current prince, he would one day become a gentleman on the wall.

After Song Yan walked away, Li Miaoyi sat in front of the bronze mirror.

The woman in the mirror has single sideburns, long slender eyebrows, no makeup, and a pair of bright eyes that are captivating. Even if she is just staring at herself in the mirror, she feels charming and affectionate. Her flower-like melon-seed face is as crystal clear as jade, and her skin is as smooth as snow. .

Li Miaoyi took the gilt-jade Bu Yaochai that Song Yanxing had given her to wear on her head.

Song Yanxing likes to bring her some gadgets every time he comes to see her.

Sometimes it’s jewelry, clothing, sometimes food, and sometimes it’s a single copy of a book.

Li Miaoyi played with the Bu Yao in her hand. The Bu Yao was so delicate that it looked like it was made by a famous artist.

But Li Miaoyi didn't have any trouble in her heart.

Meng Chun, the personal maid who served Li Miaoyi, took Bu Yao from Li Miaoyi's hand, put Bu Yao into the box as usual, and locked the box again.

This is the tacit understanding that the master and servant have developed over many years.

Most of the things Song Yanxing gave were too expensive, and they were beyond the reach of an unpopular young lady from a sixth-rank official family.

So most of them were collected by Li Miaoyi.

Meng Chun was also wary of the relationship between the prince and his young lady at the beginning, but now his expression is normal.

A woman's chastity has always been the most important thing.

If she later gets married and her husband's family discovers that the bride has lost her virginity, she will be imprisoned in a pig cage.

Li Miaoyi disagreed with this.

Li Miaoyi knew in her heart that Song Yanxing was a gentleman of upright conduct. Even if the relationship between the two broke off in the future, Song Yanxing would not watch her die because of it.

Others might not be able to protect her, but Song Yanxing is the master of the East Palace, and who would dare to go against him as the future majesty.

Li Miaoyi knew that her thoughts were somewhat rebellious.

In Dongling, it has always been believed that a woman's lack of talent is a virtue, the husband is noble, the wife is honorable, and the son is honorable to his mother.

But Li Miaoyi is not a talentless woman. She is well-read in poetry and books.

Li Miaoyi's maternal grandfather was the Crown Prince and Tutor before he resigned.

When she was young, Li Miaoyi's favorite place to go was her grandfather's house. When her grandfather taught his disciples, he would always teach Li Miaoyi a few words.

Li Miaoyi is as talented as a man.

It's just that a woman can only regard her husband as her heaven, and before getting married, she must regard her father as her heaven.

Li Miaoyi's talent can only be concealed, and now she does not have enough power to protect herself.

If she wanted to change the status quo, Li Miaoyi had no other choice but to find someone to protect her.

Thinking of this, Li Miaoyi's mind went back to the time when she first met Song Yanxing.

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