"Angie, do you want to die?"
His voice ran through her without any emotion, as casually as if he was discussing what to eat today.
And full of coldness.
But Angie was shocked. Her whole body froze for a moment, then she trembled slightly, her heart in her throat.
There is a thrilling feeling of having a secret discovered.
"I'm not dead yet. If you don't know, you might think you're going to commit suicide for love, looking like a man who's died."
Who knew he said this?
Well, after being ridiculed by him, Angie lost all her emotional reaction.
She replied with a sad tone, her tone calm and gentle, her mouth opening and closing as she spoke: "How romantic it would be to die together."
Denris sneered and added tea to her cup: "Madam's romance is really bloody."
Angie also smiled, calmed herself down, and took the teacup.
"I can't bear to die," he said, pulling out the blanket from last night from the chair, covering her legs, and his big hand reached out to grab her hand again.
So cool.
"Madam, why don't you share the joy of family life with me?" He said, and kissed the back of her hand.
Angie felt like she had been electrocuted. She pulled her hand back, curled up her fingers, laughed awkwardly twice, and started coughing again.
"I'm not worthy of it."
"Then come and complain to me?" Denris didn't force her. He hooked his finger at her, rested his elbows on the armrest of the chair, supported his forehead, and leaned towards her.
"Complain?"
Angie frowned, then realized that she was referring to whether he had been bullied during the six months he was away.
"I'll be very partial, as long as you tell me."
His pale eyes seemed to be filled with a vast blue ocean as he looked at her lovingly.
It seemed like he was fishing for her.
Angie didn't believe that he would really stand on her side. Although she was alone here, it was impossible for her to be bullied.
She thought about it carefully.
The only thing I can't figure out is:
"Mother Damien ignored me."
He started with a big one, and Denris paused holding the teapot.
Princess Damian is Denris's mother. They have been married for more than half a year, but he has never had any formal communication with this mother. It is too abnormal that he doesn't even try to test her.
In the past six months, she has been moving among the noble families, attending countless tea parties and various banquets, quickly accumulating a circle of contacts and understanding the current situation.
Because the king had been slow to appoint a crown prince, his children were fighting for the throne. The two who were most likely to compete were the eldest prince, whom the king loved, and the third prince, the queen's child.
Although the eldest prince is deeply favored by His Majesty, the third prince is the child of the first wife. Adhering to the feudal concept of primogeniture, he has more supporters than the eldest prince in becoming the crown prince.
She couldn't understand why Princess Damian, the eldest prince who was so favored by the king, treated him like an enemy and even sided with the queen.
"She didn't even appreciate my kindness. I wrote her many letters but received no reply. When we met at a party, she ignored my greetings. I felt like she looked down on me."
Angie observed his reaction carefully, and did not see the darkness that flashed across his eyes, so she did not think there was anything strange.
Maybe Princess Damian really has a strange personality?
"Isn't that great? She won't come looking for you, and you don't have to spend time and energy maintaining this mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship. There will be no conflicts at all. It's the same as not having this mother."
His pale blue eyes were like polar glaciers, devoid of warmth, so cold and distant that they seemed to be separated from people by an unreachable barrier.
Even though he said it so coldly and heartlessly, he still wanted it, right?
"That's all? Is that all you want to accuse me of?"
Angie nodded hesitantly.
"I can't tell. You're doing pretty well then. Those arrogant and pretentious rich girls haven't caused you any trouble?"
He's been back for so long, and she hasn't even told him off? Is she trying to trick him into supporting her?
However, considering that she can cooperate with him so well in front of the king, she should not be stupid.
"Your Highness, although you are very charming and have captured the hearts of many young girls with your face, you have indeed caused me some trouble, but it was just some playful little girls who were not allowed to be on the stage, so I won't mention it to you. Ahem..."
After coughing, he added:
"Of course, I won't embarrass you."
Denris was in a good mood after being praised.
Seeing her little shoulders twitching as she coughed, the soft touch of kissing her legs last night came back to me.
He took a heavy breath, picked up the book on the table, rubbed the wedding ring on his ring finger with one hand, and forced himself to calm down.
In the large and quiet room, the only sounds were the sound of boiling water and the refreshing aroma of tea.
Angie didn't say anything either, just pursed her lips and started to daze.
In fact, there were a lot of thoughts in my head.
It was already dawn and the maids came a little later on purpose to serve them with new clothes.
I guess seeing Angie wearing his white shirt will become a topic of conversation for them after dinner.
Danlis deliberately waited until the servants had left before he picked up a dark blue silk scarf with dark patterns, tied it crookedly in front of the mirror, and appeared in front of Angie.
He got what he wanted and made Angie take off his messy scarf and tie it neatly again.
"Madam, you have really skillful hands." Denris straightened up and praised her generously. He then gave her an ambiguous look and reached out to rub the top of her head.
"It should be."
Angie smoothed her messed up hair, feeling a little confused.
It's just a scarf. How could a royal aristocrat of noble birth and elegant manners tie it wrong?
"Let's go."
In front of all the servants, Denris held out his hand to her and gave her a look.
Oh! It's just a show.
Angie understood what he meant tacitly.
The two of them held hands and went to the king's palace to have dinner together.
When the king saw the two of them looked like they had not slept well, and the faint trace of Angie's hair, he felt ecstatic.
He looked at Denris with a knowing expression and a teasing look.
Are you not good enough? You only took a bite of such a big and beautiful wife?
Denris glared back coldly.
If they hadn't given you face, would they have stayed up all night?
"Haha...why don't you guys leave after lunch? Dan, I'll give you three days off. Rest well at home first and spend more time with Jia. You two should cultivate your relationship."
"bite--"
Angie's cutlery hit the plate, making a crisp sound.
He was obviously panicked.
It is impolite to make noise while eating.
Before she could even apologize, Denris replied, "Thank you. I will definitely make good use of this hard-earned vacation."
Angie nervously met his burning gaze.
The king was in a good mood and added a few more pieces of meat to Angie's plate.
"Jia, eat more. We don't pursue thinness as beauty here. Being too thin can be life-threatening... cough cough cough..."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and started coughing.
Angie looked up quickly and locked eyes with him.
"Father..."
"It's okay, it's okay. Look, I'm so happy that I'm coughing." The king cleared his throat and waved his hand indifferently.
He was very approachable, and even without his crown and finery, it seemed as if the man before them was merely the head of a family, not the majestic ruler of a country.
"The weather has been getting colder recently. You should take care of yourself and wear more clothes." Angie reminded him worriedly.
"Okay, okay."
Denris was always watching her emotions.
Her concern is real, and her panic is also real.
After breakfast, the king asked Denris to play chess for the whole morning.
Angie served them by the side, pouring tea and water, occasionally expressing her pertinent opinions, and always taking the initiative to interrupt the king, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
It rained a little in the middle.
After finishing lunch, he said goodbye to the king and set off on the road back to the manor.
Denris, who had not slept all night, was almost exhausted. He had rushed back yesterday and took Angie with him to report to the king.
Part of it was because I was acting, protecting her and myself.
Another part of the reason was that he didn't want to concentrate his brain to deal with the king, and he pulled her here because he wanted to finish the job as soon as possible and leave.
Fortunately, they cooperated well.
Angie was very responsive, and apart from work matters, she was the one chatting with the king.
Even when playing chess, she is responsible for dispersing the king's excess energy, allowing him to concentrate on the game, which is really worry-free.
Who knew that this horrible weather would happen at this time.
Let him endure another day.
I just want to die!
Denris was exhausted both physically and mentally, so sleepy that he could not even open his eyes. As soon as he got into the carriage, he leaned against the back and fell asleep.
The carriage was not driving smoothly, and he was woken up several times by the jolting of the car, his head banging against the wall with a loud bang.
"Your Highness, please rest your head on my legs." Angie felt guilty when she saw his irritable look.
She patted her leg to signal him.
"Okay." Denris smiled at her and lay down on his side without saying a word.
Although he frowned and looked threatening, his expression relaxed instantly when he looked at Angie.
This made Angie suspect for a moment that he did it on purpose.
Wait until he lies down.
Angie turned her head to look out the window.