Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 52 - 51: I’ll Steal Song Qianfan’s Money to Support You!
Almost everyone looked at Su Pin and the Empress, who they usually didn’t pay much attention to, since they were the old Emperor’s concubines.
At this moment, everyone looked left and right, and upon closer inspection, it was truly remarkable.
Everyone was surprised: Su Pin really looks four-tenths like the Empress!
The key point was, they also found that the once-favored imperial concubine also looked quite a bit like the Empress in her features!
Could it be that His Majesty has been selecting concubines based on the Empress’s likeness all along!?
All the male guests suddenly marveled, never expecting His Majesty to be so deeply affectionate towards the Empress, even the favored concubines resembled the Empress in appearance; if this isn’t love, then what is it!
The Empress is truly fortunate. Once just a minor daughter of the Xie Family, she now sits firmly in the harem and has enjoyed His Majesty’s deep love for decades, truly the happiest woman in the world!
However, the expressions of all the female guests were quite complex.
Passionate, my foot!
The Empress isn’t dead; she’s sitting there perfectly well. What’s His Majesty trying to disgust us with this show!?
It’s one thing to like young girls, but to find them all to look so similar is just intentionally making the Empress uncomfortable, isn’t it?
Anyone who remembers the mess when His Majesty ascended the throne should know that today’s Emperor’s passion is worth less than a fart.
The old Emperor’s face was unpleasant; he turned his gaze to the Empress, feeling guilty, wanting to explain a few words, "Empress, don’t overthink, you know, Su Juan, that girl, just likes to spout nonsense..."
He wanted to clarify he never looked for similarities among those concubines, but as the words reached his lips, seeing the Empress’s gaze, he found it indescribable.
But the Empress had long since seen through her partner; hearing his explanation, her heart remained undisturbed as she reminded, "Your Majesty, it’s time to grant dishes to each mansion."
At this moment, the old Emperor had no interest in granting dishes; this night’s chaos had nearly stripped him bare by Su Juan!
If it weren’t for Su Juan, he probably wouldn’t have known what Su Pin, who lay beside his pillow, was thinking!
Suppressing his anger, with a cold face, he proceeded to grant New Year’s dishes to each mansion.
...
That night, after the banquet ended, Prince Heng and Prince Jing were detained in the palace.
The Prince Jing couple and others waited at the palace gate for a long time, but Song Qianfan did not appear.
Prince Jing, with a cold face, realized he couldn’t let his son go unchecked any longer, who knows what trouble he might cause in the future!
Princess Jing, standing beside, was worried; this was no small matter, as it involved the current Emperor’s concubine.
She glanced disapprovingly at the carriage, where the daughter-in-law who caused so much trouble was lying dead drunk inside!
As a mother, she could only hope her son hadn’t left any evidence, as it was all drunken talk from the daughter-in-law, not to be taken seriously. Hopefully, His Majesty would spare her son in consideration of past friendship with her husband.
Previously, she thought this daughter-in-law boldly straightforward; now she increasingly felt this daughter-in-law was truly the Prince Jing Mansion’s bane!
That day the arranged marriage should never have been agreed upon, look at what’s happened now!
Song Qianhang, on the side, sharply sensed his mother’s resentment toward his sister-in-law. But how could this be her fault, clearly, it was his brother’s bewildering mistake. Since it’s done, why fear saying it?
Princess Jing’s heart was anxious, eyes red with tears, "Prince, do you think Fan’er will be alright?"
Prince Jing consoled his wife, but he was also uncertain; unsettling the palace was no small matter.
The drunken Su Juan lifted the carriage curtain, looked at the few people muddleheadedly, [Aren’t you going back?]
[What trouble has Song Qianfan gotten into again... a bunch of people waiting for him...]
Princess Jing’s face turned even graver.
Prince Jing hurriedly signaled his youngest son, and Song Qianhang immediately understood.
"Father, I have overindulged today, feeling dizzy as if drunk, may I go ahead, while Father and Mother wait here for my brother."
Princess Jing couldn’t care less about her younger son at this moment, her mind was entirely on the older son in the palace.
Prince Jing waved his hand, "Go ahead."
Only then did Song Qianhang sit on the outer part of the carriage, instructing the driver to head back to the mansion.
...
Upon returning to Prince Jing Mansion, Su Juan was assisted off the carriage by Dongdong, both stumbling towards the mansion.
Watching them nearly bump into the door frame, Song Qianhang couldn’t bear to watch and had to step forward to help, guiding them back to the courtyard.
After settling Su Juan on the bed, Dongdong quickly went to the small kitchen to make sobering soup.
Song Qianhang sat in the courtyard for a while, mind cluttered with thoughts related to Song Qianfan; now he was sure his brother indeed had intentions towards the throne, but why would he want to poison his own brother?
He had never been fond of reading, spending his days frequenting brothels, music houses, indulgent in drinking and playing, how could he pose any threat, what wherefore would his brother want him dead?
Song Qianhang couldn’t wrap his mind around it; just as he was about to leave, the drunken Su Juan stumbled out of the room, the fox fur loosely hanging on her shoulders, muttering something incomprehensible.
At this time, it started snowing again.
Su Juan particularly liked snow, enjoying the snowy scenes from the orphanage when she was young, begging the orphanage’s aunt to build snowmen for her the next day, building lots of little figures to play with her.
She ran in the snowy ground, laughing aloud, her little face flushed, "So beautiful..."
Song Qianhang stared dumbfounded for a while, truly not expecting drunk Su Juan to look like this.
Seeing her about to run out of the courtyard, he quickly went forward to stop her, "Sister-in-law, the wind outside is strong, please go back inside!"
Su Juan suddenly reached out, hooked his collar, pulling him closer for a detailed examination, her warm breath forming white mist, rosy lips curling into a smile, with laughter in her eyes.
Song Qianhang’s heart missed a beat for no reason.
Su Juan: "Young man, you’re good-looking too."
It wasn’t as if Song Qianhang had never been complimented, but never so directly, he immediately realized Su Juan was truly heavily drunk.
The snow fell heavier, and it was unknown since when the fox fur on Su Juan slipped silently onto the snow.
Her fingertips were freezing, her small face turning red, she stood on tiptoe, reaching to warm her hands on Song Qianhang’s face.
This extension of the hand immediately froze Song Qianhang, making him grit his teeth, "!!!" It’s killing me!
Su Juan’s hands kneaded almost torturously, drunkenly asking, "Tell me! How much for one night with me?"
Song Qianhang’s face darkened, firmly holding down the mischievous hand on his face, "I’m not for sale!"
Su Juan remained silent for a long while, just as Song Qianhang presumed she’d quieted down, she suddenly blurted, "Don’t worry, I’m the Heir Consort, I have lots of money!"
As she spoke, she patted her chest, indicating her generosity, having as much as needed.
[Follow me, I’ll steal Song Qianfan’s money to support you!]
Song Qianhang was exasperated, "..." Is this about money!
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