Meine Frau klettert die Wand hoch

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Initially, she deliberately befriended Yuepo in the capital of Qi. The second time they were alone was in Anguo, where she treated him as someone she could talk to.

Marry him? This submissive man? Even if he uses tricks and schemes, what does it matter if she doesn't buy it! Yongye disdainfully climbed into the sedan chair, not even wanting to ask where he was taking her.

Prince Yan rode his horse alongside the sedan chair but couldn't help asking curiously, "Do you know where I'm taking you?"

"Would you sever his tendons and pierce his collarbone?"

Crown Prince Yan paused for a moment, then said self-deprecatingly, "I could not do such a cruel thing. If I were to do it, it would be by imperial decree."

The night remained silent. Could it truly be Emperor Qi's intention? Given the concern Crown Prince Yan showed for Feng Yangxi on the stone platform that day, he wouldn't do such a thing. Was Emperor Qi... enraged because of the repeated mishaps he had encountered in the capital?

Walking through the dark and damp cell, Yongye carefully observed everything around him: the soldiers' deployment, the layout of the prison. He pondered whether he could rescue Feng Yangxi.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly. Why was she always being coerced in this life? She was an assassin, a cold-blooded assassin. How could she have so many weaknesses that people could exploit?

“There are eight levels in total. Feng Yangxi is imprisoned in the innermost level. Only prisoners with extremely high martial arts skills and who are extremely dangerous are imprisoned there,” Crown Prince Yan kindly explained. “Also, there are sixteen checkpoints from the outside to the inside. Yongye, it is unlikely that you can rescue him. I do not want you to break out of the Heavenly Prison. It will cause an uproar in the court and the public, and you will also get injured. This will not be good for the relations between the two countries.”

Yongye wanted to laugh, but suddenly made a move, easily pressing his hidden blade against Prince Yan's neck: "How about I take you hostage?"

Prince Yan was startled and looked around at the jailers who had already drawn their swords, scolding them, "The princess is just joking with me. Put down your weapons."

Why don't you think I'm serious?

“Yongye, forcing me won’t work. It wasn’t me who locked him up, it was the Emperor!” Crown Prince Yan said stubbornly. “The Emperor wants to do this, I can’t do anything about it. Put down the knife first.”

Yongye sheathed his sword and stopped, staring at the last iron fence. "Is he alright?"

Crown Prince Yan waved his hands repeatedly: "It's alright, but the Emperor said that if you don't enter the palace tomorrow and become the Crown Princess, he will kill you."

He was alright. Did he know she was standing not far from him? Yongye looked at the fence in front of him. If she wanted, she could walk over and be by his side. The image of Feng Yangxi's laughter on the Xibo altar flashed through his mind; he was angry with her. He was implicated because of her; because she refused to enter the palace, the Qi Emperor had taken advantage of his poisoning to imprison him. Yongye sighed softly.

What good would it do to see him? Tell him that she would marry Prince Yan for his sake?

Yongye stared at Prince Yan and asked, "You like me? Really?"

Crown Prince Yan's face flushed instantly, and after a long pause, he stammered, "Yongye, you... are very beautiful!"

Yongye laughed loudly, turned around and said, "I will not see him. Tomorrow I will enter the palace and become the Crown Princess."

Crown Prince Yan seemed very surprised by her decision, following behind her and asking repeatedly, "Why? Why won't you see him? Why did you marry me? Is it because you like him and are afraid the Emperor will kill him?"

Yongye said leisurely, "You can't control me, that's one thing. You're very rich, that's another. You also have power, that's the third. A husband who can give me money and power but can't control me, I think being the Crown Princess must be very fun."

Crown Prince Yan was stunned. He persisted, saying, "I know you did it for him. You were afraid he'd die, that's why you agreed, wasn't it?"

Yongye didn't answer, and Prince Yan followed behind her, nagging, "I saw it coming a long time ago. You asked him to treat your injuries, but I wouldn't even hug you. When he collapsed from poisoning, your hand was still holding his..."

"Are you ever going to shut up?!" Yongye roared, looking contemptuously at the dumbfounded look on Prince Yan's face. "So what if I like him? You still want to marry a woman who dares to say she likes another man to your face. Aren't you upset?"

"But you don't want to see him!" Prince Yan said softly, as if Yongye's actions had rekindled his hope.

Yongye was utterly defeated by his logic. She glared at him and said, word by word, "I'm afraid of seeing him in his shabby state in jail! Do you understand? Heartache!"

She walked away.

Behind her, Prince Yan was still repeating her words in murmur.

Yongye listened, her eyes suddenly welling with tears. Had she really fallen for Feng Yangxi? Why was she so nervous for him? Why did she truly feel heartache? It turned out she had already fallen for him. Not the one she longed to spend peaceful days with, not the one she still remembered and thought of as the first person she saw when she changed into women's clothing.

The eternal night was filled with unbearable sorrow.

Did she not want to see him? Yes, she did. But she was terrified that Feng Yangxi would find out, that he would marry Crown Prince Yan for her sake. By the time he was free, she would be the mistress of the Eastern Palace, the esteemed Crown Princess.

She wasn't like him. All her memories of her past life disregarded these social norms. But he would care, he would care that she had married the Crown Prince.

Yongye stopped and turned to look at Crown Prince Yan, who stood there. He didn't love her; perhaps it was because of her appearance, or perhaps because she was the daughter of Prince Duan of Anguo. He wasn't a bad person, not even a hateful one. But he would never understand that marrying a woman he didn't love, nor who didn't love him, wasn't happiness.

Crown Prince Yan slowly approached her and saw the tears in Yongye's eyes. He seemed somewhat apologetic and didn't know what to say for a long time.

"Tomorrow, I want to see him. Full of life. Otherwise, even if I go to the palace, I promise I'll leave, unless you cut off my leg."

Crown Prince Yan was taken aback, and quickly replied, "I will tell the Emperor." He hesitated for a moment and said, "Yongye, the auspicious clothes have been sent to the post station. If you dress as a man, I'm afraid the Emperor will be furious and won't release Feng Yangxi."

Yongye fell silent.

The sun sets and rises again, and a day and night pass in this way.

The wind blew down the sycamore leaves in front of the house; it was the season of falling leaves and rustling leaves.

Autumn is also the season of harvest. What did she harvest? She struggled endlessly in various whirlpools and constantly experienced separations.

Perhaps, autumn is the harvest of parting. The parting of fruit from branches and leaves, the parting of happiness through death.

Yongye recalled telling Yihong in the State of Chen that she hated separation.

"Miss, it's time to change into your formal attire." Yin'er, Yihong, and a group of maids stood quietly in the Yongye Palace.

A bright red auspicious robe with gold trim and deep red piping hung on the clothes rack, embroidered with golden phoenixes all over.

The long, flowing robe and skirt, with its trailing hem resembling a phoenix's colorful tail, would make even an ordinary woman radiate splendor. Yongye gazed at the auspicious garment on the rack all night, her chin resting on her hand. She thought regretfully that Yuepo would truly never see her wear women's clothing for the first time. Because she was determined to save Feng Yangxi, what did it matter if she changed her clothes for him? She couldn't imagine a man as free as an eagle being confined in a dark, gloomy prison. Just thinking about it made her sad.

"Yin'er, bring me the clothes."

"yes!"

The sand in the hourglass dripped down, and time passed little by little.

Outside the post station, carriages and horses were waiting; outside the building, Ma Shilang, Wang Da, and all the guards were waiting; inside the building, all the maids were waiting.