The Crown Prince's excessive aversion to Jiang Qianyu left Cheng Simian somewhat confused.
"She misses you but doesn't dare to bother you, so she sent the snacks to me."
"Do you just accept whatever she gives? Does that mean you'll do whatever she says? Are you the Crown Princess, or is she?"
The Crown Prince had just taken off his crown, which was still in Cheng Simian's hand. She was stunned for a moment, then gently placed the crown on the tray.
The maid holding the tray didn't dare to stay for a moment and quickly bowed her head and walked out.
Regarding the Crown Prince's inexplicable anger, Cheng Simian didn't retort immediately.
Although they had fought side by side many times and knew each other's temperaments well enough.
But newlyweds were bound to have frictions and squabbles when living together.
In this relationship, Cheng Simian had always been the mature and calm one.
She continued to help the Crown Prince take off his cumbersome court robes.
Finally, the Crown Prince couldn't bear it anymore. "Mianmian, aren't you angry at all?"
Cheng Simian was even more confused. "Angry about what? Angry that Miss Jiang has feelings for you and misses you?"
"If another woman is nice to me, aren't you even a bit..."
This left Cheng Simian even more puzzled. "Isn't it a good thing that someone is willing to be nice to you and put effort into you? I can't control other people's feelings."
The Crown Prince considered himself no dullard. He could even hold his own when arguing with Liang Yuzhou, the most sharp - tongued man in the world.
But facing Mianmian, he always felt a sense of powerlessness and frustration that his words didn't get the right response.
The nameless anger gradually piled up in his heart and burned stronger.
Mianmian's extremely beautiful but overly calm face made him have an impulse to throw a boulder into the lake and completely disrupt the calm water.
This wasn't the Mianmian he wanted.
Why was the little woman who was so charming in bed, driving him crazy and making him want to make her cry again and again, who could pout, blush, and even boldly respond occasionally, turn into such a calm and almost lifeless woman after getting out of bed?
Was he no longer Lu Sihong, the man she loved, after getting out of bed?
As soon as the belt of the court robe was loosened, the Crown Prince couldn't wait to tear open the robe and throw it aside.
The court beads also fell to the ground.
No one had ever seen the Crown Prince treat his court robes so roughly.
The maids waiting to serve him wash up behind were scared silly.
Cheng Simian quickly gave them a look, and the maids quickly picked up the scattered robe and court beads on the ground.
Without daring to look back, they withdrew from the bedroom and closed the door tightly.
The Crown Prince's kiss came fierce and sudden. Cheng Simian's lips were a bit sore from being rubbed.
He seemed determined to vent his anger on her, and his actions of tearing her clothes were also a bit rough.
But Cheng Simian wasn't in the mood at all. She was really confused now.
The two of them had already had a little unpleasantness on their wedding day because of this matter.
If this matter was allowed to ferment and not be completely resolved, it would be the spark that would explode into a big conflict in the future.
Maybe it would blow up the mutual affection they had finally established to pieces.
"Your Highness..."
His chest was too strong and heavy for Cheng Simian to push away.
The collar of her clothes was already loose, revealing a large expanse of snow - white skin.
"Lu Sihong!"
She couldn't bear it anymore and raised her voice. "What on earth are you angry about? Make it clear. I don't want to bear your inexplicable anger!"
Her cold voice, with a hint of confused anger, suddenly rang in the Crown Prince's ear.
The Crown Prince's impulsive passion was mostly extinguished.
The big hand clasped on her slender waist loosened a bit.
The touch was so smooth that he was reluctant to let go.
During the struggle and resistance, Cheng Simian broke out in a thin layer of sweat.
She was still being pressed by the Crown Prince. Such an ambiguous posture was really not suitable for a serious conversation.
She moved her body. Although the Crown Prince was reluctant, he still got up and helped her up.
"Mianmian, don't you care about me at all?"
Cheng Simian was stunned. Why was he acting so aggrieved?
"If I really didn't care, I would have forced you to fulfill your original promise. Once the time was right, I would have taken off the identity of the Crown Princess and returned to the south of the Yangtze River."
Thinking of the many advantages of this man that attracted her, she still softened her tone and opened her heart again to give him more security.
"It's good that you care."
The Crown Prince pulled her into his arms. The tone of the coaxed man became much gentler. "These days, the court affairs are busy. I'll send Qian'er away as soon as possible so as not to trouble you."
It was already September now.
Daiying would leave the palace at the end of the year. Originally, he planned to wait for another three months.
But many of Qian'er's actions had exceeded the bottom line he could bear.
Cheng Simian originally wanted to say that Jiang Qianyu didn't trouble her.
Maybe there were some misunderstandings between Jiang Qianyu and the Crown Prince, and she shouldn't interfere.
But one should be faithful to the person who entrusts a task.
"Lu Sihong, Miss Jiang can't let go of her feelings for you. I don't think she has impure motives. She pleaded with me today, and her words were very sincere. How about..."
Here it came again.
Cheng Simian's magnanimous and virtuous words made the Crown Prince feel that the tenderness just now was like an illusory bubble.
How on earth should he say it to make Mianmian understand his determination to dote on only her in the harem?
"I still have some memorials to approve. You have dinner first. Don't wait for me."
Leaving this sentence behind, he casually put on a regular robe and left the bedroom.
Cheng Simian watched his resentful back and felt inexplicably irritable.
What on earth was this man angry about!
Cheng Simian ate dinner absent - mindedly.
The Crown Prince really went to approve memorials in a fit of pique.
He didn't show up until night.
Cheng Simian thought Lu Sihong was so inconsistent.
In the court, he was a wise and outstanding heir, deep, reserved, and emotionally stable.
But when it came to the relationship between husband and wife, he was like an unpredictable big dog?
Since he didn't come, Cheng Simian didn't want to talk to him either.
Just as she was about to take a bath, Xiao Anzi came.
He stood at the door of the bedroom and bowed respectfully. "Crown Princess, His Highness said that the 'Poetry Collection of Mingxi' he read the other day was left in the bedroom. His Highness sent this servant to get it."
Shuyi and Qiluo quickly searched the bedroom.
They found nothing.
"Are you sure it was left in the bedroom?"
Cheng Simian asked.
Xiao Anzi was very certain. "It's in the bedroom."
The fleeting cunning in his eyes made Cheng Simian suspicious.
She carefully recalled and was sure that her memory was correct.
The 'Poetry Collection of Mingxi' was placed on the desk in the study.
Because it was written by her, the Crown Prince cherished it very much. He would pick it up every day, carefully look through it, and then put it back in a place where he could see it at a glance.
Why was he making such a big fuss to look for the 'Poetry Collection of Mingxi' now?
Qiluo snickered and leaned over to whisper in Cheng Simian's ear. "Crown Princess, aren't you Mr. Mingxi?"
Cheng Simian suddenly understood.
The Crown Prince was too embarrassed to come back directly. He was beating around the bush to give her a hint!
Cheng Simian couldn't help but smile softly.
What a childish and cute man.
She coughed lightly, put on a slightly annoyed look, and said to Xiao Anzi, "The poetry collection has been found, but I don't have anyone to send it to him. You go and tell him that if he wants it, he can come back and get it himself."
Xiao Anzi quietly gave Qiluo a thumbs - up and scurried back to convey the message.
Qiluo thought for a moment, held Cheng Simian's wrist, and then quickly let go.
Cheng Simian knew she had something to say.
"Qiluo, go and make the bed for me. I'm going to sleep on the set with the wrong - flower and flowing - cloud pattern embroidered with Suzhou silk floss tonight."
In the inner room of the bedroom, Shuyi helped Cheng Simian remove her makeup, and Qiluo quickly made the bed.
"Crown Princess, why has His Highness been so unpredictable these days? He wasn't like this before."
Shuyi whispered, "No wonder the nanny said that newlyweds have a hard time getting along. They quarrel nine days out of ten. Even royal couples are like this."
Qiluo said behind her, "His Highness is angry because the Crown Princess doesn't get jealous."