Consort of a Thousand Faces-Chapter 707.1 - No need for much when paths diverge

In the posthouse.

When Pei Qianhao’s eyes fluttered open, the sight of a soundly sleeping Su Xi-er made his heart warm.

Ever since Xi-er has gotten pregnant, she rarely sleeps so soundly. Our child can probably sense that her body isn’t in the best condition recently, and is trying to be obedient.

Getting up from bed, he put on his outer robes and tucked her under the quilt before he walked out the door. Wu Ling was waiting for him with a solemn expression, and the two departed for the main hall where Du Ling was waiting with a cup of tea.

“Prince Hao, you couldn’t bear to wake up from your beauty sleep?” Du Ling teased.

Long used to his teasing mannerisms, Pei Qianhao didn’t even flinch. “Are you envious, Western Region King?”

His form of address immediately ended the topic.

“I won’t joke with you anymore. Yun Ruofeng’s blood must be boiling after finding out that his forces have been destroyed.” Du Ling said mockingly.

Pei Qianhao’s gaze was icy cold. “A sly rabbit has three burrows; how could he possibly only have one?”

“He must have already guessed that you and Ning Lianchen were the ones who schemed against him.” Du Ling stated with a smile.

Arrogance was painted over all of Pei Qianhao’s expression. “This Prince is only afraid that he wouldn’t find out.”

“Prince Hao, you are trying to crush him completely – not just his pride, but any ability to retaliate.” Du Ling’s words were more of a statement rather than a question.

Pei Qianhao did not think much of it. “I only hope that Xi-er will be free of worries in the future. As for what happens to him, I’m not interested.”

The corners of Du Ling’s mouth curved into a smile. The Eldest Imperial Princess indeed has good eyesight. What else can one wish for with such a man by their side?

“Western Region King, have you found out who tried to assassinate you?” Pei Qianhao asked.

Du Ling let a scowl show as he replied. “Just as I thought, the person who made the attempt belongs to him.”

“What do you plan to do?” 

In response, Du Ling’s face morphed into a vicious smile. “Let them get a taste of their own medicine.”

“Elder Brother, A-Jing, what are you plotting again?” Su Xi-er had changed into a long purple dress that was embroidered with twin lotus flowers, giving one the illusion of flowers blooming along the path she walked.

Pei Qianhao stepped forward. “Xi-er, why didn’t you sleep longer?”

“A-Jing, have you forgotten that the Disaster Relief Banquet is about to start? If I had to continued to sleep, I’m afraid we would be late.” 

Du Ling smiled faintly. “Nothing compares to you in his heart.”

As if to affirm this statement, Pei Qianhao enveloped Su Xi-er in his arms, his eyes overflowing with doting affection.

“A-Jing, will there be a good show during the Disaster Relief Banquet?” Su Xi-er asked teasingly.

“Xi-er, you are being mischievous again.”

“ I’m afraid that even if there won’t be a good show during the banquet, Prince Hao will produce one for you. However, it is Hua Zirong who is going to leave with a headache.” Du Ling was certain that Pei Qianhao would agree to any request by Su Xi-er.

Su Xi-er’s gaze was gentle as the corners of her mouth twitched upwards. “Elder Brother, if you continue to be like this, I will teach my future Elder Sister-in-law how to deal with you.”