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Following behind Qi Rong, Su Peijiu, draped in a hooded black cloak, walked silently. The moonlight in April illuminated the ground, pale and bright, just like her heart at that moment—white and powerless.
Upon entering the East Palace of the Crown Prince, she heard the sound of the heavy door closing behind her and slowly reached up to pull down the hood of her cloak.
Qi Rong was leaning back in a chair, with a palace maid standing beside him holding ice to his face. He impatiently gestured for her to step aside. With a teasing glance at Su Peijiu, he said, "Now that you've entered the East Palace, I assume Second Sister knows what she should do."
Su Peijiu's hand trembled slightly before she coldly replied, "Is the Crown Prince really that impatient?"
Qi Rong waved his hand dismissively, causing the maid to leave. The entire palace was left with just him and Su Peijiu. "I am merely afraid that a long night may lead to more dreams."
Su Peijiu removed her cloak. "Surely there is time for me to bathe."
Qi Rong raised an eyebrow and pointed toward the inner chamber with one hand. "Please, there is a hot spring inside."
Su Peijiu walked toward the inner chamber, each step leaving an imprint on her heart that slowly turned cold...
It’s alright... Everything is alright... Qin Ge, as long as I can take my revenge, what does it matter if I submit to someone else?
Nothing matters anymore...
Her almost transparent fingertips brushed against the buttons on her collar as she slowly shed her outer garments and stepped into the hot spring. The humid air enveloped her features, making her feel somewhat dazed within the pool.
She lost track of time until she heard footsteps approaching from outside, growing closer... Yet she no longer had the strength to open her eyes and see who it was; consciousness slipped into chaos as the last corner of dark fabric appeared.
...
After an unknown amount of time, she slowly regained awareness, but her eyelids felt as heavy as if pressed down by iron; she couldn't open them. She felt herself pressed against a warm body and could sense the strong heartbeat emanating from it.
In her ears were soft breaths. After what felt like an eternity, she managed to open one eye slightly and saw light streaming in from outside.
Noticing the person lying beside her, her originally scattered pupils suddenly constricted!
A smooth chest, a domineering arm wrapped around her waist, a wave of desolation spread to her heart. Is it that women can never allow themselves to be in control?
She could no longer tolerate lying on this couch. She pulled the arm off her waist and sat up, covering her chest with the blanket. A hoarse yet seductive male voice came from behind her: "You're awake? Why not sleep a little longer?"
That voice... Su Peijiu turned her head and saw that face, stunned: "How could it be you?"
"Why can't it be me?" The man propped himself up and leaned closer to her: "Do you really wish it were the Crown Prince lying beside you? Disappointed?"
"What did you do to me?" She bit her lip, the skin of her lips turning slightly pale from the pressure, the glimmer in her Water Eyes weak and almost ready to fall.
The man chuckled lightly, his finger sliding across her cheek: "You should be asking what you did to me. Don't you know that the hot springs in the Crown Prince Palace have aphrodisiac effects?"
"Shameless!" She reached out to slap him, but he easily caught her hand, gently pulling her closer, his dark eyes staring deeply into hers: "Are you trying to murder your husband?"
Su Peijiu felt despair; the desolation in her eyes could no longer be contained. A tear slowly slid down from the corner of her eye, dripping onto the bedding and leaving a dark stain like a withered flower...
She murmured, her voice choked: "How could it be you, how can it be you..." How could she have given herself to this man who caused her country to fall and family to perish? Any man would do, but how could it be him...
"Qi Mo... how can you..." The tears in her eyes increased, slowly soaking his fingertips.
Qi Mo snorted coldly, his finger pressing down on her chin. His tone lost its initial gentleness and became cold and ruthless: "Why can't it be This King? Are you still thinking about the Crown Prince? This King clearly tells you that whoever This King sets his sights on must belong to This King for life, even if they die!"
"... Qi Mo, how cruel you are..."
Qi Mo released his grip and pressed her back down beneath him, a hint of pity in his smile: "Cruel? This is not the first time This King has heard that word." With that, a passionate kiss fell on the delicate skin of her neck just as the door was suddenly pushed open!
Qi Rongqing stood at the door, staring at the entangled couple on the couch, having gone through great lengths only to end up making someone else’s wedding dress.
At the moment Qi Mo opened the door, he wrapped the woman beneath him tightly in the bedding, while he himself sat up casually with his upper body bare. "Isn't it an inappropriate time for the Crown Prince to arrive?"
"Desolate King isn't afraid of being seen by Father Emperor while cozying up with a beauty in broad daylight?" He bit down on his teeth and swallowed his anger; he never expected to fall for Qi Mo's trap last night. All he managed to see was his face before losing consciousness.
Thinking back to a previous occasion when a nearly captured duck flew away, he felt a surge of resentment.
Qi Mo played with Su Peijiu's soft hair, a wicked smile on his lips. "This King is not like the Crown Prince; being diligent in governance would only make This King seem untrustworthy."
A vicious glint flashed in Qi Rong's eyes as he changed his expression, trying to soften his voice. "Pei Jiu, as long as you are willing, this palace will reserve the position of Consort Crown Prince for you. This palace... will not hold your affair with Desolate King against you."
Upon hearing this, Qi Mo remained unhurried, mocking with a light laugh. "So it turns out His Highness the Crown Prince enjoys worn-out shoes that have been played with."
Hiding under the bedding, Su Peijiu turned pale at the mention of "worn-out shoes." She knew nothing about matters between men and women, and her memories held no knowledge on this subject. Discovering herself lying on Qi Mo's couch today made her believe she had already lost her virtue, leading her to harbor extreme hatred towards Qi Mo.
"As long as this palace does not speak of it, who would know? Does Desolate King enjoy flaunting bed affairs?" The only thing Qi Rong felt fortunate about was that he hadn't brought anyone else along, and that Desolate King's Manor was notoriously empty.
Qi Mo raised an eyebrow at Qi Rong. "That may not be certain."
Not hearing any response from Su Peijiu, Qi Rong prepared to speak again. For the sake of the throne, what did it matter if a woman had been with someone else? He could simply choose not to touch her! However, seeing Qi Mo's calm demeanor made it seem as if he was certain that Su Peijiu would not leave with him. How ridiculous; was there really a woman in this world who would refuse the position of Empress?
"Fourth Brother, why are you up so late today?" A somewhat hoarse voice belonging to a teenage boy in the midst of voice change came from outside; it was Prince Qi Che.
As he pushed open the door, he was surprised. "So it turns out Elder Brother Crown Prince is also here." His gaze casually drifted over to the couch, and a wicked smile appeared on his face. "This King, it seems that Fourth Brother never wakes up late; turns out there is a beauty here."
Upon hearing Qi Che's voice, Qi Rong immediately turned sour. When Qi Che entered, he shot him an angry glare and left in a huff.
Qi Che, shaking the ink fan in his hand, clicked his tongue twice. "It seems that Fourth Brother still has matters to attend to; I won't disturb you today." With that, his gaze lingered momentarily on the strands of ink-black hair exposed outside the bedding before leaving and closing the door behind him.
Once he heard footsteps fade away, Qi Mo leisurely pulled down the bedding covering Su Peijiu, only to be met with a tear-streaked face. His expression flickered slightly.
He originally thought she should know that nothing happened last night, but seeing her reaction just now, he found it amusing and decided to continue the charade. "Are you planning to cry for a lifetime?"
Su Peijiu wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. Seeing his indifferent expression ignited a surge of anger within her, and she sat up abruptly. "You've been watching me, haven't you? That's how you were able to appear at the Crown Prince Palace at just the right moment to abduct me, leaving the Crown Prince with nothing! Qi Mo, are you enjoying watching the show from the sidelines?"
He noticed the hatred in her eyes and slowly shifted his gaze away. He got off the couch and walked over to the clothes rack to put on his undergarment. "Think what you want; after today, Su Peijiu will belong to This King, and you have no say in it."
"You are all insane! Everyone has gone mad over that chair!" Su Peijiu picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him, which he easily caught. He sneered, "Yes, it's all for that chair. Otherwise, do you think This King would be interested in you?"
He finished dressing, opened the door, and walked out. The empty room was left with only Su Peijiu, who stared at the pillow on the floor, her eyes filled with emptiness.
Was there any other path for her besides marrying Qi Mo?
She hated Qi Mo so much that she wanted to take revenge on him in the most vicious way possible.
She would make him fall in love with her; she would make him suffer for her! Since she couldn't choose her own path, at least she could choose her own method. She would use this way to take revenge on this man...
Her delicate fingers clenched the bedding tightly as the hatred in her eyes vowed to burn the entire world.
...
Kneeling in the court, beside her was that arrogant man.
"Father, I have committed a grave mistake. For the sake of the royal family and Su Xiang's reputation, please allow me to marry Su Peijiu, the Legitimate Daughter of the Su Family."
She heard that man's elegant voice filled with sarcasm. She loathed his hypocrisy so much.
As soon as Qi Mo spoke, his ministers immediately chimed in.
"Your Majesty, Second Sister of the Su Family is a perfect match for the Desolate King."
"Yes, Your Majesty, since the Desolate King has already made a mistake, marrying Sister Su is the best way to handle it now."
"Please, Your Majesty, issue the decree quickly, before the news leaks to the public..."
"Your Majesty..."
...
"Enough!" The Emperor slammed his dragon throne, and the ministers immediately fell silent.
Qi Mo looked mockingly at the Emperor seated above.
The Emperor suppressed his anger as he gazed at his son kneeling below him, that wretched child! He should have strangled him when he was still in swaddling clothes!
"Approved." After uttering this phrase, he waved his sleeve and left. Do they think they can force him like this? Do they think obtaining the Phoenix Maiden will secure his throne? Wretched child! I want to see what else you are capable of!
The Eunuch shouted loudly after the Emperor stepped down from the platform, "Court dismissed!"
Su Chi had not spoken a word throughout. Finally, he walked up to Su Peijiu, glanced at her, and said, "From now on, follow the Desolate King closely." He then reached out to pat her shoulder but she dodged, leaving his hand hanging in the air for a moment before he lowered it and walked away...
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