On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 231 I am willing to marry the prince, even as a concubine
"Let's go." Feng Wuming said, striding ahead.

I'm afraid I'll have to stay for dinner if I leave too late.

After hearing the news that the two were leaving, Wen Yanjing rushed over.

Needless to say, there was another wave of invitations.

"Now that it's time to have a meal, why don't you stay for a meal? Do you think you dislike the cook in my house?"

Feng Wuming said: "No, it's actually because I am a tricky doctor and can't eat anything else. I only like to eat the food cooked by the chef in my house."

Ye Zhiyu was innocently lying on the side with a gun. She stared at Feng Wuming with wide eyes. Her eyes were clearly asking, why should she block the gun? !

Feng Wuming just smiled and ignored her.

It was impossible for Ye Zhiyu to expose his sponsor at this time, so he could only nod his head shyly.

As soon as Wen Yanjing heard this, his eyes began to look at Ye Zhiyu.

I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but then I noticed it.

Why did Feng Wuming have to bring this doctor with him when he came to visit the house now? Seeing that Feng Wuming's body didn't seem to be separated from others.

It’s just a doctor, she’s a female doctor, and Feng Wuming, who has always gone his own way, actually considered the doctor’s taste... Wen Yanjing looked at Ye Zhiyu and his eyes suddenly turned unkind.

It's like looking at your daughter's love rival.

Ye Zhiyu only felt that he was wronged, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Feng Wuming resisted for a while again. Just when he finally made it clear that he wanted to leave, and Ye Zhiyu lamented that he finally didn't have to accept Mr. Wen's sharp look, Wen Baoshu ran over with her skirt in hand.

The maid behind her couldn't catch up, so she shouted, "Miss, please slow down and don't fall."

How could Wen Baoshu listen?That posture was like running away for one's life.

"Uncle, wait a minute——"

Wen Baoshu's jade bells were heard jingling, and she had already arrived in front of them, blocking their way.

Feng Wuming's eyebrows furrowed almost invisible, with a hint of impatience.

He thought that he had made his words very clear.

Why do you have to mess around?
"What's the matter?" Feng Wuming was very reluctant to stay here any longer, and even less willing to face his nominal niece and her niece's love for him.

He just wanted to leave quickly, so his tone was a little impatient.

Wen Yanjing heard this, pulled Wen Baoshu's hand, and gave her a look to signal her not to mess around.

But how could Wen Baoshu be willing to listen?

After Feng Wuming said those words, she locked herself in the room for a long time, thinking about those words over and over again.

My uncle has been a widower for many years, and the palace does not even have a concubine, not to mention a mistress.

It's not that no one packed people into the palace, it's just that Feng Wuming drove all those people out without mercy.

But it was Feng Wuming who asked her to be a concubine. Although it was a bit humiliating, didn't it mean that for her, Feng Wuming was affectionate?

It's just that Feng Wuming may still not be able to let go of Ye Zhiyu, but as time goes by, companionship is the longest confession of love.

As long as he stays with Feng Wuming, he will only have himself by his side.

Even stones should be warmed, right?

Besides, Feng Wuming could be so concerned about a deceased wife whom he had not been with for long.This does not mean that he is not as unkind as the outside world said. On the contrary, he is affectionate and righteous.

With their status as relatives, Feng Wuming will definitely be right towards her in the future.

That being the case, why should we care about whether we are concubines or not?Wen Baoshu bit her lip and glanced at Feng Wuming shyly.

With just this glance, Feng Wuming's heart rang with alarm bells.

Before he could speak, Wen Baoshu said: "Uncle... no, Wu Ming, I have thought about it. I am willing to marry you, even... even as a concubine. As long as I can always be by your side, I will willing."

Ye Zhiyu looked at Feng Wuming with a playful look on his face.

Feng Wuming looked at Wen Baoshu for a while. The two people stood together. In terms of appearance, they really matched each other.

Wen Yanjing stared at Yanjing and scolded: "Shu'er, don't talk nonsense!"

Seeing that Feng Wuming's expression was wrong, he immediately explained to him: "Your Majesty, I'm really sorry. Shu'er caught the cold a few days ago and will be fine in the next few days. I'm afraid my head is not clear, so please don't worry, Your Majesty."

"No, I'm not talking nonsense. I'm serious!" Wen Baoshu refuted her father loudly, and once again expressed her feelings sincerely to Feng Wuming.

"Wu Ming, please marry me."

Listening to his daughter's silent screams, Wen Yanjing felt like she was about to faint.

He wanted to stop her, but he didn't know where Wen Baoshu, who was usually soft and weak, could find the strength to resist at this moment.

He stared at Feng Wuming so stubbornly, asking him to marry her.

Ye Zhiyu was beside him, wishing he could grab a handful of melon seeds and start eating them.He has quite an attitude of just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

It can be regarded as revenge for Feng Wuming's use of himself to block the gun just now.

What is this called?
The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will the heaven forgive?

I didn't expect that things would change so quickly.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Feng Wuming would have wanted to grab Ye Zhiyu and see what was inside her head.

Feng Wuming lowered his eyes, looked at Wen Baoshu, and said word by word: "According to seniority, you should call me uncle."

"I don't want it! I don't want anything from Lao Shizi's uncle and niece. I just want to be your woman."

"Cough cough cough -" Ye Zhiyu, who was watching the show on the side, choked on his own saliva and began to cough violently.

Unexpectedly, Princess Qingxiang turned out to be so tough and domineering.

I really can't see it.

Feng Wuming frowned, "I don't know what sentence Princess Qingxiang misunderstood just now. I miss my deceased wife in my heart and vow not to marry again. Even if it's a concubine, I won't do it."

"If you don't want to have this uncle-niece relationship with me, the relationship between you and me can be just that of the regent and the princess of Qingxiang. You must be thinking about me."

When Wen Baoshu heard this, she couldn't bear the blow and took half a step back. It seemed that she didn't expect Feng Wuming to be so heartless.

She has taken such initiative and completely abandoned her pride as a noble lady. Why is Feng Wuming still so ruthless?

Is it possible that he doesn't have any pity for himself?
Wen Baoshu was addicted to sadness and couldn't extricate herself.

Her father, on the other hand, saw that Feng Wuming was thinking of drawing a clear line and immediately stopped her.

"Shu'er, what on earth are you making a fuss about? Why don't you apologize to your uncle quickly?"

Wen Baoshu had already burst into tears. The carefully prepared koudan had been inserted into her flesh, and she could no longer speak.

Wen Yanjing looked at it, his eyes filled with distress.

After all, she is the daughter she has raised since she was a child. How has she ever suffered such injustice?

It's strange that she fell in love with the wrong person.

(End of this chapter)