Forced love, an inescapable fate

Chapter 155: The beauty in front of me finally made me lose my mind

Jiang Ci tried hard to suppress his emotions and comfort himself.

Never mind, don’t be impatient, give her time, you can wait.

But he could wait, but Mu Qingli couldn't. She could only guess in her heart the intention of his sudden arrival, and then think about how to make him leave quickly.

The impatience on her face did not escape Jiang Ci's eyes. In an instant, he felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

It turns out that she doesn't like me like this.

A dense pain suddenly hit his heart, Jiang Ci's eyes turned red, and he subconsciously clenched his hands in his sleeves.

Thinking of the purpose of coming here today, I comforted myself again in my heart.

Never mind, she is just still brooding over what she did in the past. Give her time, and give yourself time. One day, she will realize her own feelings.

When I think about it this way, I feel a little better.

Looking at the person who still didn't look up at him, his eyes darkened, and then he said calmly: "What I'm asking for today is naturally something that the princess can help with."

Mu Qingli was patient, but still didn't look at him.

"Your Highness, please speak."

Then Jiang Ci took out a letter and handed it to her. She looked up and although she didn't understand what it meant, she still took it.

After reading the contents, her expression was quite interesting.

Then he asked Jiang Ci in disbelief.

"So you suspect that the Imperial Concubine is cheating on the Emperor?"

After saying this, he felt that what he said was inappropriate, after all, the emperor was the other person's father.

Then he began to explain.

"Are you doubting the eldest prince's true identity?"

Jiang Ci seemed to be in a much better mood after hearing these words she blurted out.

Ever since she came to Shangjing, she always seemed restrained, completely lacking the carefree and relaxed nature she had in Dongli Town.

He hoped that she could continue to do what she wanted and say what she wanted to say as she had done in the past.

Mu Qingli saw that after she said that blunt remark, there was actually a hint of smile on Jiang Ci's lips.

Mu Qingli: Look, he didn't feel anything about his own emperor father being cuckolded, let alone an outsider like me. So, it's time to let it go. He's cold and heartless to begin with. You deserved to be used by him. There's no point in still holding a grudge against him. You'll only be hurting yourself.

Jiang Ci didn't know what she was thinking, but his depressed mood became much better because of the words she said in front of him without restraint.

His expression softened again, his voice steady and unhurried.

"Well, so I need you to imitate Wu Chen's handwriting and send a letter to the Imperial Concubine to verify the authenticity of this matter. I wonder if you can help me with this?"

Mu Qingli tried hard to search for information about Prime Minister Wu Chen in his mind, and suddenly remembered that he should have seen this person before.

Yes, yes, yes, on the day of Feng Zong’s wedding, there was indeed a person sitting at the same table with the emperor and his eyes and eyebrows did bear some resemblance to Jiang Xian.

But according to the relationship between them, they are uncle and nephew. It is normal for the nephew to look like his uncle.

She was only guessing in her mind, but she still nodded in response to Jiang Ci's request for help. Who asked the Imperial Concubine and Jiang Xian to attack her?

She holds a grudge very well.

If it is true that one of Jiang Ci and the eldest prince Jiang Xian must sit on the throne, then she will still stand on Jiang Ci's side.

So naturally she had to help.

"Hmm, I don't know how I should write it."

Jiang Ci smiled faintly and took out another letter.

"This is Wu Chen's handwriting. Princess, please compare it."

Mu Qingli took it from him, looked at it carefully, and felt that it was not difficult and there should be no problem.

Then he nodded.

"Yes, no problem. I'll let Xiao Tao come in to help. Your Highness, please wait a moment."

However, Jiang Ci interrupted her.

"This matter is of great importance, so it's best not to let too many people know about it. As for washing the brush and grinding the ink, I'll prepare it for you, the princess. You just need to pick up the brush."

After saying that, without waiting for Mu Qingli's reaction, he went straight to the desk by the window.

Today he was wearing a crimson robe with golden patterns, and he stood beside the desk with his back to the light, which made him look even more noble.

Mu Qingli looked at his back with complicated thoughts in her mind.

This is the real him, a true royal nobleman.

The frail boy who lived with me in Dongli Town back then was like a dream. In the dream, he accompanied me through that helpless time.

Now, the dream has awakened.

After calming down the sour emotions in her heart, she slowly walked to the desk.

After she sat down, Jiang Ci did not sit opposite her, but sat beside her, grinding ink for her with a serious look on his face.

The two were very close to each other, and Jiang Ci was tall. From a distance, Mu Qingli, who had already lost a lot of weight due to her injury, seemed to be shrouded in his shadow, making her feel extremely stressed and unable to concentrate on writing.

But just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw Jiang Ci with a serious look on his face, grinding the ink with full concentration.

She felt embarrassed to disturb him.

I had no choice but to withstand the pressure, calm down, and then concentrate on writing.

However, after writing the first few words, she didn't know what to write next.

She has never written a love letter in her life.

Therefore, he stopped writing and frowned, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Jiang Ci only gave her Wu Chen's handwriting, but did not tell her how to write it specifically. If she made up something at random, and the Imperial Concubine found out, wouldn't that ruin his plans?

Beside him, someone who was “focused on his work” could hardly suppress his joy.

The two were very close to each other, and as he smelled the faint medicinal fragrance coming from Mu Qingli, he felt happy but also heartbroken.

Anyone who hurts her must die.

Mu Qingli racked his brains for a long time but couldn't put pen to paper, so he had to turn to Jiang Ci, who was concentrating on grinding ink, for help.

However, as soon as she turned her head, Jiang Ci looked over with a satisfied smile in his eyes.

Their eyes met directly, and the tenderness in Jiang Ci's eyes caught her off guard.

My breathing suddenly slowed down.

But my heartbeat suddenly quickened.

A high nose, smiling eyes, and fair skin.

At this time, he was incredibly handsome.

Mu Qingli turned back in a panic, but the pen in her hand fell on the paper. She picked it up in a hurry, but her hand was accidentally stained with ink.

Then he hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief, but the ink on his hand accidentally rubbed onto his face.

The whole situation was so chaotic that it made Jiang Ci laugh.

It turns out she actually fell for it.

In the presence of beauty, one's mind is finally confused.

Who says men can't seduce women? Isn't this a very good one?

When she finally managed to hold the pen again, she saw a handsome face gradually getting bigger and closer, and she felt even more panicked.

My body couldn't help but lean back.

What is Jiang Ci going to do?

Seductive?