Chapter 154

Su Hua returned to the rooftop and patted her chest—she had actually laughed out loud just now, nearly getting caught.

“You seem to be in a good mood?”

“Not bad.”

After all, she’d soon be cuckolding the male lead.

Wei Jue grabbed her hand and said, “Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Wei Jue.”

Su Hua raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“The surname ‘Song’ is beneath me. ‘Wei’ is my mother’s surname.”

“Then let me reintroduce myself too.”

Snowflakes drifted down, settling on their heads and shoulders.

The soft moonlight bathed them, making the snow shimmer like luminous pearls in the darkness, radiant and dazzling.

The girl in red curled her lips into a beautiful smile—for a moment, the world seemed to pale in comparison, leaving only her blooming visage before him.

She looked earnestly at the white-robed young man across from her and said, “My name is Su Hua. Remember it—it will stay with you for eternity.”

Under the night sky, the two figures embraced tenderly.

But soon after, they vanished without a trace, as if it had all been an illusion.

After returning to the Qi residence, several waves of soldiers came to arrest Su Hua, yet none could even get past the gates.

Song Qimo also tried to sneak in to talk to Su Hua, but he, too, couldn’t enter.

Su Hua slept soundly, had breakfast with Wei Jue, and then headed out.

At the Cold Palace.

Mu Chengxue stared at the man before her in shock.

“Prince Jing?”

“Miss Mu, I apologize for bringing you here in such a manner, but it was necessary. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

Prince Jing wore a purple python robe, exuding nobility, yet his demeanor was gentle and courteous.

Mu Chengxue remained wary.

“May I ask why Prince Jing has abducted me?”

“The Ninth Princess of the Great Liang Kingdom was originally a living corpse.”

Prince Jing clasped his hands sincerely.

“But now, thanks to your medical skills, she has been cured. I have a request to make of you.”

Mu Chengxue stayed calm, already guessing his intentions.

“You want me to save your father, the Emperor?”

“Exactly.”

Prince Jing set aside his pride.

“I know this is asking too much, but I still hope you’ll help. In return, I can grant you one condition.”

“And if I refuse? What will Prince Jing do then?”

“If you refuse, there’s nothing I can do. Forcing others goes against my principles.”

His words were righteous and resolute.

Mu Chengxue was slightly surprised.

“I’ll need some time to consider this.”

After all, their two nations were enemies.

Mu Chengxue was no fool—helping the imperial family of an enemy country might bring more harm than good.

She needed to discuss this with Song Qimo.

“Of course.”

Because of Prince Jing’s request, Song Qimo decided to stay in the Great Qian Kingdom a few more days.

Meanwhile…

“Tsk tsk tsk, the female lead is really careless.”

Su Hua watched from inside the room as the female lead collapsed from the drugged incense, then glanced at the aphrodisiac burning in the censer.

“The Crown Prince really covered all his bases.”

Back at the Qi residence…

“Where’s Qi?”

Qiuyun remained composed.

“The young mistress said she’ll return shortly. Please wait, Your Majesty.”

Song Qimo sat on the rosewood chair, but his heart was restless, a growing sense of foreboding gnawing at him.

After waiting for the time it took an incense stick to burn, he finally stood up—only to see someone approaching.

“Your Majesty, leaving already?”

The moment he saw Su Hua, the anger he’d been holding in for days surged.

“Qi! As a concubine, you dared to flee the palace? And you took maids and guards with you—you’ve got some nerve!”

“Just average, really.”

Su Hua acted as if she’d been complimented.

“You—” Song Qimo choked.

“Do you even have any respect for me?”

“Of course not.”

Flames of fury danced in Song Qimo’s eyes.

“Qi, do you know what crime a concubine commits by leaving the palace without permission? Aren’t you afraid I’ll have you executed?!”

“Even the Crown Prince of the Great Qian Kingdom couldn’t do anything to me. Song Qimo, what makes you think you can?”

Song Qimo: “…”

He really couldn’t do anything to her.

Before, a nationwide manhunt failed to find her.

Later, assassins and shadow guards were sent—all ended up dead.

Just yesterday, she caused a scene at the Crown Prince’s banquet, yet the entire imperial guard couldn’t locate her.

All these incidents carried an air of strangeness.

Song Qimo recalled the first time he saw Qi—during the imperial concubine selection, he had been instantly drawn to her in the crowd.

With her stunning beauty and delicate melancholy, she exuded a fragile grace.

But the current Qi was a completely different person—bold, unrestrained, sharp-tongued, and even more radiant than before.

Song Qimo forced himself to calm down. “If you return to the palace with me, I’ll let bygones be bygones.”

“Why should I?”

“You’re my concubine. If you don’t stay with me, do you plan to remarry?”

Su Hua raised an eyebrow.

“Why not?”

“You—” Song Qimo barely suppressed his rising anger.

“Your parents and younger brother are still in the capital, waiting for you to return.”

Su Hua smirked coldly.

The original host’s mother had long died—the current one was just a concubine who had schemed her way up.

The original host didn’t have to enter the palace, but the concubine, for her son’s future, had persuaded the father to send her in.

“If they die, I’ll thank you.”

“They’re still your family. Qi, how can you be so heartless?”

“So what if I’m heartless, cruel, and unreasonable?”

Huh, that line sounded familiar.

Song Qimo: “…” He hadn’t even called her unreasonable.

This conversation was going nowhere.

“Why did you ask me here today?”

At this, Su Hua smiled beautifully, and for a moment, Song Qimo was struck by her allure.

No matter what, this woman’s beauty was truly unmatched, capable of making any man fall for her.

“I just wanted to tell you one thing—you’ve been dumped. By me.”

The admiration in Song Qimo’s eyes was instantly replaced by fury.

He must have been insane to come here and talk to this woman.

But even as rage burned inside him, Song Qimo had to face reality—he couldn’t do a thing to her.

With a flick of his sleeve, he leaped away and vanished.

Su Hua turned to Qiuyun. “Where’s Prince Jing?”

“Still waiting in the study, Young Mistress.”

“How patient. I’ll go see him.”

In the Palace…

“N-no… stop!”

Mu Chengxue watched helplessly as her clothes were stripped away, one layer at a time.

She tried to summon spirit water from her space but found herself completely powerless.

The incense continued to burn, and the Crown Prince’s face remained gentle—yet to Mu Chengxue, his smile now seemed more terrifying than a devil’s.

“Chengxue, I truly adore you. Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility.”

Her mind grew hazier, her body consumed by overwhelming desire.

When the two finally became one, sweet moans wove into a sinful melody.

Lost in passion, neither noticed the door being kicked open—

BANG!