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Cheng Zheng hoped that Zhao Rao could let go of her hatred towards Zhao Yong, but he realized that this was not something that could be done in a day or two. Zhao Rao had suppressed her hatred for too long, and it was not something that could be resolved with just a few words.
"Alright, stop investigating. Let's go back," Cheng Zheng said to Zhao Rao.
Zhao Rao was originally filled with anger, but when she heard that he would investigate Concubine De and that she was closer to him than Concubine De, she felt that her anger had subsided a lot. However, she still felt indignant and turned her head away without saying a word.
"Did you deal with the Second Prince because he framed your fiancé?" Cheng Zheng asked calmly. At that time, he was still fighting in Xiliang. He heard that she was about to get married, but who knew that her fiancé would die not long after. This matter was obviously strange, and he only found out that it had something to do with the Second Prince when he came back.
However, it was not entirely the Second Prince's fault. It was her fiancé who was too stupid to actually be used by the Second Prince. Even if the Emperor wanted to stand up for her, it would not be appropriate for him to do so.
Zhao Rao had almost forgotten what her previous fiancé looked like. "Although Kuang Ziming was stupid, if it wasn't for the Second Prince, he wouldn't have died. Just watch, no matter how many consorts I have, as long as I'm not defeated, the Second Prince won't let me have it easy."
Cheng Zheng said, "You … What kind of consort are you looking for?"
"Why? Imperial Father wants to betroth me to someone else. Did he ask you to help me find a consort? "Zhao Rao asked mockingly.
"I was just asking casually," Cheng Zheng said calmly. Even if the Emperor asked him to find a consort for Zhao Rao, he would definitely not be able to find one. Who else was worthy of her?
He didn't know when he started to get closer to this little girl. The first time they met, she ran to the Cheng family to look for him. He thought that she was a woman sent to him by someone. Although she looked young, she was beautiful. In his heart, he quite liked her. He hadn't touched a woman for a long time. At that time, he had a feeling that if she didn't call him uncle, he might have already pressed her under his body.
Later on, he went to war. Although he would occasionally hear news of her, he did not take it to heart. It was after he returned that she wanted to prevent him from being roped in by the Second Prince. She always came to the Cheng family as his niece, making everyone think that he was helping her. As time went by, he got used to having her by his side.
He was her uncle, so no matter what he thought, it would never come true.
However, before he could think of a way, she could not marry anyone else.
The carriage went far away from the Ye Family. They didn't know that not long after the carriage left, a person walked out of the Ye Family's gate and quickly went back to report to Ye Chunnan.
"Imperial Father is sick, but Valley Master Duanmu can't cure him, right?"
After an unknown period of time, Zhao Ning finally asked Cheng Zheng in a low voice.
Cheng Zheng glanced at her. As expected, he already had an idea in his heart, but just didn't want to say it out loud. "I'm not sure. If you want to know, then go ask the Emperor yourself."
Zhao Rao glared at him. He definitely knew everything, but just didn't want to tell her.
"There's no use glaring at me. I don't know much either." Cheng Zheng revealed a rare smile.
"I remember that before we came to the capital, Maternal Grandfather went to the palace to find Imperial Father. Did he ask Imperial Father to bestow a marriage to you?" Zhao Rao's eyes were smiling. She was quite curious about what kind of girl Cheng Zheng would marry in the end. Although his fate wasn't very good, his status was high, and there were still many people who wanted to marry him.
Cheng Zheng's expression was indifferent as he said, "No."
"What do you mean it's not? It must be." Zhao Rao smiled and said, "Originally, it would have been great if Ning 'er married you. If it was all because of that Mo Rongzhan, Ning' er wouldn't have gone to the Jin Country …"
"Shut up." Cheng Zheng coldly interrupted her. He had never seen Zhao Ning before, and didn't want to marry the princess she was talking about. This little girl looked smart, but sometimes she was so slow that he had nothing to say.
"What shut up … Ah …" Zhao Rao wanted to retort, but for some reason, the carriage jolted, and her whole body fell forward.
Cheng Zheng reached out and grabbed her waist, holding her in his arms so that she wouldn't fall outside.
"Princess, Marquis, there's a child running in front, this lowly one …" The nervous voice of a manservant came from outside.
"Let's continue." Cheng Zheng said to the manservant.
Zhao Rao was in his arms, and her nose was filled with his masculine scent. She had never been so close to a man before, and couldn't help but blush. Her heartbeat quickened, "Uncle, I'm fine."
The fragrance of a young girl drilled into his senses, and the body in his arms was inconceivably soft. It was completely different from the military prostitutes he had hugged in the army camp. No, they couldn't even compare to Little Rou, not even a strand of hair.
"Uncle …" Cheng Zheng didn't say a word, causing Zhao Rao to become nervous.
Cheng Zheng lowered his eyes to look at her. Her pretty and fair face was slightly red. She looked at him nervously and helplessly. Cheng Zheng felt as if something had broken in his heart. He suddenly lowered his head and sucked on her lips that were as tender as flower petals.
Zhao Ning sucked in a breath of air, and her whole body stiffened, not daring to move.
What … What happened?
Cheng Zheng tightened his arms, holding her even tighter in his arms. He couldn't help but deepen the kiss, wanting more.
"…" Zhao Rao was stunned, and only when the tip of her tongue hurt did she regain her senses. She struggled, "Uncle, Uncle …"
"En?" Cheng Zheng panted heavily, and she didn't know when his hands had slipped into her clothes.
Zhao Rao had never experienced something like this before, and she had never even held a man's hand before. Moreover, this person was someone she called uncle, so she was immediately scared stiff.
"It hurts …" Zhao Rao whimpered as he rubbed her.
Cheng Zheng's reason was finally pulled back, and his dark and deep eyes stared at Zhao Rao. She was clearly scared stiff by him.
"Liao 'er." Cheng Zheng still held her in his arms. He didn't want to scare her too much, but he also didn't allow her to escape after knowing.
"You … You are my uncle, how can you do this …" Zhao Rao sat on his lap, staring at Cheng Zheng in fear.
Cheng Zheng smiled as he caressed her lips, "You know I'm not your real uncle."
Even if he wasn't her real uncle, she still had to call him uncle. Treating her like this, wasn't it against ethics?
"I also don't want to be your uncle." Cheng Zheng said in a domineering tone, "In the future, you are not allowed to talk to me about bestowing marriage."
Zhao Rao still hadn't suppressed the fear in her heart. She stared blankly at Cheng Zheng, not understanding why he would suddenly do such a thing to her.
"Princess, Marquis, we've arrived at Honglu Temple." A manservant came in from outside.
"We've arrived." Cheng Zheng said with a smile as he reached out to straighten her clothes. Today, he realized that his self-control wasn't bad, and he didn't want to scare her from the start. This girl looked arrogant and bold, but in reality, she also needed someone to protect her. No matter how much hatred she hid in her heart, she was still a little girl. "When my surname is no longer Cheng, I'll keep you by my side."
Zhao Rao pushed him away and got out of the carriage in a panic.
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