It’s Hard to Chase a Wife

Many forces in the capital sneaked into Lingzhou to find the disciples of the national teacher for their own use, and calculate the fate.

Lin Luanwei learned from others’ hexagrams that she might be in danger, and the best way to break the situation is to find a stronger force to protect herself, and avoid and hide according to the situation.

So she set her sights on the prince Zhou Jinghe who had been used by her twice. This person is in a high position, handsome and unique, and his reputation is known to the sky.

Zhou Jinghe always hated the things of scheming, and usually treated her with venomous tongue, and was distant and indifferent. But he just tolerated her bullying, saying that her hexagram was really like seeing the fog through the clouds, and suddenly understood.

Lin Luanwei felt guilty and decided to help him ascend to the throne, but she never thought that he was also using her.

Everyone was toasting and drinking, but he was the only one who was clear-headed as usual.

 Someone asked him: “Your Highness has never liked scheming, but you keep that little charlatan by your side. Is it because of love?”

The man’s fingertips slowly fell along the edge of the wine glass. He smiled when he heard the words, glanced at it indifferently, and said casually, “If we use each other, how can there be love?”

Later—

At the palace banquet, the beautiful woman with a skin as white as ice and a face as white as jade melted into the curling autumn smoke, smiling as she accepted the invitations from the nobles, her eyes never lingering on the men for a moment.

The moon set and the crows cried, flooding into the palace chambers.

Zhou Jinghe’s warm lips pressed against the small space around Lin Luanwei’s neck, his hands tightly grasped her slender waist, his eyes stared at the red marks on her back, he gave her a gentle kiss, and whispered: “Here, can I touch it?”