After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Ming Zhu, disoriented, thought she was dreaming, so she fell back asleep after humming twice.

It was only the next day, near dawn, when she opened her blurry eyelids, that she realized that last night wasn't a dream.

She woke up, the fright he gave her almost clearing her mind, "Your Highness, how come you're here?"

Zhao Zhi got up, " Help me get changed."

Ming Zhu had no choice but to get up to help him dress. The crown prince took advantage of the situation to hug her graceful and thin waist and, lowering his head, he pecked her lips, kissing her twice, "I was passing by."

The crown prince's residence and the Ming residence, since when where they on the same road, that he could just pass by ?

Zhao Zhi was rather free today, a rare occurrence, and thus wasn't in a hurry to leave, instead, he began to look around her bedroom.

The layout was cozy, there were items that young girls love everywhere in the room.

There was an exquisitely crafted box by the wooden window, which had an added lock on it. Zhao Zhi's eyes fell on the copper lock and got a little interested. Walking over, he saw the key next to the box and was about to open it to see.

Ming Zhu immediately ran forward and took the initiative to hold his hand, pretending to be vexed, "Your Highness, how can you arbitrarily touch my things?!"

Zhao Zhi raised his eyebrows and withdrew his fingers, "Are you angry?"

Ming Zhu's heart was about to jump out of her chest, this box was full of all the letters she and Wei Chiyu wrote, all containing words of love written at a time when they were sweethearts.

Ming Zhu lowered her head without saying a word. She appeared to be angry.

The maid brought the breakfast over, but Ming Zhu was harboring something in her heart and had no appetite.

Zhao Zhi thought that she was throwing a small tantrum. Just now, that was indeed a bit rash of him, so he bowed his head and apologized, "I was wrong, eat properly."

Ming Zhu had no choice but to eat an extra bowl of porridge.

After breakfast, Ming Zhu muttered in a low voice that he was behaving like a secret lover.

Zhao Zhi pursed the corners of his lips in a light smile, and then coaxed her back to sleep again.

The box by the window was hidden by Ming Zhu, and only after that did she feel relieved to go back to sleep with him for a while.

Zhao Zhi woke up earlier than her and before leaving, his eyes swept around the room. His eyes were extremely good and he found the box in the corner, but didn't see the key.

He stared at the box in silence for a while before his fingertips moved slightly, using internal force to break the rusted copper lock open.

Yellowed letters laid all over inside the box.

On the envelopes, Wei Chiyu's name was written.

When Ming Zhu woke up from her sleep and raised her eyes, she saw a motionless figure sitting by the window.

He seemed to have been sitting like that for a long time, with his back facing the sun. She couldn't see the expression on his face, nor could she tell if he was happy or angry.

(10.1)

The room was frighteningly quiet, two dim rays of daylight shone behind him, increasing the feeling of oppression.

Ming Zhu woke up with a headache. She slowly sat up from the bed, her long black hair was lazily spread out and her face appeared slightly pale. She felt a pang in her heart for some reason.

She gulped twice, her throat felt slightly painful as she spoke, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Zhao Zhi's fingers rested on the edge of the table, a few yellowed sheets of paper seemed to be squeezed under his fingertips. His face appeared very calm, "I saw some interesting things."

Ming Zhu sat up, put on her shoes and slowly walked to his side. With a glance, she saw the letters squeezed under his fingers. Her pupils suddenly shrank and she almost couldn't hold the urge to grab the letters back. Her fingers clenched tightly as her heart gradually sank.

Zhao Zhi raised his eyes to look at Ming Zhu, his face expressionless as he pinched the letters and held it in front of her eyes, asking her, "You can read, right?"

Ming Zhu was silent.

Zhao Zhi said in a calm tone, "Read it for me."

Ming Zhu didn't even dare to raise her hand to receive the letters he handed over. No one knew better than her the content of these letters. It was the words of a young girl in love, at a time where she was basking in the sweetness of first love, the poems she wrote were so sweet it could make someone's teeth rot.

She was also well aware that Zhao Zhi strongly disliked her having any contact with other men, and the gaze this man sometimes used to look at her made her unable to breath.

He looked gentle, but he was silently infiltrating and invading all of her.

She had to listen to him, and she had better obey him on every matter.

Zhao Zhi stood up and smacked the letter on the table, his voice as heavy as a thunderbolt. He grabbed her jaw, without hurting her, his dark eyes fixed on her, "Come on, read it for me once."

It was quiet for a short while. An attendant standing outside the door reminded in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's almost time for morning court."

Zhao Zhi's face was harsh and his voice frosty, "Scram."

The attendant standing outside the door jolted in fear, he had never heard the composed and refined crown prince say such a harsh word as "scram".