âI never said I would hit you!â
Chu Yihan raised his voice to emphasize, but Su Yingxueâs expression only crumbled further, âYouâre shouting at me! Now you even yell at me, Chu Yihan, youâve changed! Sob sob, youâve changed, youâve changed!â
ââ¦â
Chu Yihan was at a loss.
For the first time in thirty years, he faced a scenario where he couldnât utter a single word.
His words were twisted beyond recognition by Su Yingxue, and now she was crying so fiercely that his heart ached with hers.
But every time he touched her, she would hit him and cry even harder.
Zhuo Junli watched with great interest from the side.
His two little nieces knelt on the ground, having forgotten to rise, with dazed expressions.
Leng Muling couldnât hide her words, âSister, is this really⦠the Emperor? How can they argue like this?â
Chu Yihan was supposed to have a celestial bearing, almost godlike.
Yet Su Yingxue actually hit him, and he didnât get angry; in fact, he seemed more helpless and heartbroken.
Leng Shuqing was initially shocked and puzzled. If she hadnât seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed it.
But her delicate insights led her to realize, âThe Emperor must be very fond of Miss Su.â
Otherwise, he wouldnât let her hit him without getting angry. Whatâs more, he constantly looked flustered, trying to comfort her.
âNot exactly,â
Zhuo Junli lightly tapped Leng Shuqingâs shoulder with his fan, âItâs not about âprobablyâ nor simply âfondnessâ, but rather, itâs the act of loving only one person for life.â
With a lift of Zhuo Junliâs finely shaped eyes, there was an undeniably calm conviction.
Leng Muling was quite astonished, âSuch love is indeed rare!â
Leng Shuqing concealed a touch of admiration deep in her heart.
To love only one person for life, what kind of love would that be?
Could she possess it?
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Chu Yihan said few words, but Su Yingxue cried harder and harder. Seeing Leng Shuqing and Leng Muling, she felt as if her heart had been hollowed out, âChu Yihan, if you dare to choose a concubine, dare to marry another woman, Iâll⦠Iâll never let you off the hook!â
âHow do you plan to never let me off the hook?â Chu Yihan asked with a laugh that wasnât really a laugh.
âDo you really want to choose a concubine? Do you still want another woman? You faithless scoundrel, Iâll divorce you!â
Su Yingxueâs words were provocatively shocking.
Divorce the Emperor?
Zhuo Junli admired her from the bottom of his heart, âMiss Su, what determination! What courage!â
If a divorce letter was needed, heâd be the one to pen it!
âYou⦠youâre no good either! Colluding with Chu Yihan, you obviously look like a playboy! A scumbag who wants to sell his nieces for glory!â Su Yingxue berated him fiercely.
Zhuo Junli truly felt wronged.
Being accused of colluding with Chu Yihan was one thing.
Him selling his nieces for glory was unnecessary; the Leng family had produced Prime Ministers for generations and didnât dabble in supplying empresses.
But he glanced at a flustered Chu Yihan and spoke on his behalf, âMiss Su would do well to ease her mind. If it were an ordinary couple, Miss Suâs outburst would be excusable, at most being chastised by the husbandâs family, and branded with jealousy. But the Emperor is the Son of Heaven, how could the Son of Heaven be accused of fickleness or unfaithfulness? Without a harem of three thousand beauties, the Emperor would be the subject of ridicule by all under the heavens!â
âZhuo Junli!â
Chu Yihan glared at him coldly, as if he had already chosen a place to execute him by lingchi!
âThree thousand beauties?â
Su Yingxueâs eyes reddened, her gaze like the worldâs most pristine glaze, âIf he marries someone else, makes another the empress, even nine thousand in the harem wouldnât matter! But I, Su Yingxue, wonât accept sharing a husband with other women! He can dream on!â