```
"If you don't try, how will you know I can't fit in?"
Yan Wanqing's heart fluttered uncontrollably as she heard the young man's obsessive words. She could neither confirm nor deny them.
"Speak." The Crown Prince, not receiving a response, became unhappy.
She reached out, took his hand off her cheek, and in the darkness, she propped herself up to look down at him.
"Why must it be me?"
"Why can't it be you?" The Crown Prince tilted his head up, nibbled her red lips, and then couldn't resist pulling her into his embrace with a sigh, "That year when you were ten, you followed General Zhen Guo to the battlefield. It was I who poured your wine during the feast."
Yan Wanqing couldn't remember, as when she was ten, her eyes saw only soldiers and horses, and vast deserts, not which noble from the Imperial Palace had poured her wine at the feast.
Besides, at ten, her father wouldn't have allowed her to drink alcohol.
"I can't remember."
