CHAPTER 691: CHAPTER 558: THE EMPEROR’S JEALOUSY

Feng Xun was somewhat disheartened the day he was chased away by Ye Lingyue.

However, this downheartedness was trivial compared to not seeing Ye Lingyue. That very evening, Feng Xun thought of an idea and feigned illness.

To be exact, he wasn’t really pretending. His Cold Syndrome, which worsened in Beiqing, had him sick for three days, causing quite a stir in Imperial City. After numerous doctors were at a loss, they finally "requested" Ye Lingyue’s assistance.

This allowed Ye Lingyue to enter and exit Feng Residence freely, which was perfectly justified.

Ye Lingyue couldn’t help but be amused, yet hearing the even breathing of the man behind her softened her heart.

Feng Xun held her tightly, and out of boredom, she turned her head to look at him.

He had lost weight after not seeing him for several days.

Ye Lingyue felt a bit distressed and gently caressed his contours with her fingers.

Feng Xun was handsome, a fact that Ye Lingyue had long since known, but viewing his exquisitely beautiful features up close stirred a wave of pride within her.

This man would be hers in the future.

Thinking about how she just righteously chased Xue Pianran away, she felt a secret thrill. Gradually, she too grew sleepy and leaned into Feng Xun’s embrace, falling asleep.

Not long after Ye Lingyue fell asleep, the man lying beside her opened his eyes.

His eyes carried a deep amber hue.

The little woman in his arms had a sweet smile on her lips, and her eyebrows relaxed as they were closed in comfort.

"Damn that little woman, daring to accept that incompetent man’s proposal," Wu Zhong muttered angrily as he glared at Ye Lingyue in his arms.

Wu Zhong realized that Yan Jiu was right.

Feng Xun, that incompetent man, seemed worthless but was sharper than anyone.

This applied to business dealings and stealing women alike.

Even though he and Feng Xun shared the same body, he was the first to know this little woman.

Yet, Ye Lingyue agreed to Feng Xun’s proposal, infuriating Wu Zhong beyond measure.

Angrily, he’d not shown himself for several days.

But as mad as he was, Wu Zhong could only watch.

Had he been the one to propose, Ye Lingyue might have replied, "I wouldn’t marry if all the men in the world were dead."

Indeed, this little woman would surely have bared her claws, coldly rejecting him.

However, after arriving in Beiqing, especially in the winter of Beiqing, Wu Zhong began appearing more often than before, determined to reclaim the time Feng Xun had used up.

Ye Lingyue had no idea that the soul beside her had been switched.

Her sleeping posture was unlike her domineering and aggressive temperament; she liked to curl up and huddle together, covering her face with the quilt during the cold winter days.

She looked just like a little cat, with only the top of her head showing.

Sleeping like this, she would surely wake up with numb hands and feet.

Though Wu Zhong was irked, he couldn’t stand seeing her wake up complaining the next morning so he gruffly grabbed her hands and feet, pulling her out from under the quilt.

Who knew that in her sleep, Ye Lingyue was not at ease. Just as she was dug out, she shrunk back, curling her limbs into a ball.

Alchemist Wu Zhong grunted, his long legs straddling across her legs, wrapping Ye Lingyue’s hands around his waist, and then tucking the quilt around them snugly, staring at Ye Lingyue intently. Staring and staring, he couldn’t help but lightly bite her soft, sweet lips.

That bite, soft and sweet, was extremely delicious.

After biting once, he felt a bit more at ease and secretly thought to himself.

On the day they got married, he must take the initiative no matter what. Ye Lingyue’s first man could only be him.

The night was long, and within the Beiqing Imperial Palace, Xue Pianran knelt in the imperial study with a desolate expression.

"Heavenly Maiden, is this really Ye Lingyue’s birth chart?"

Emperor Beiqing scrutinized the birth chart in his hands—calculated personally by Dan Palace Chen Hongru—which showed Ye Lingyue’s and Feng Xun’s birth charts were in conflict.

"Your Majesty, Pian Ran would never dare to falsify. Your Majesty is also aware that Prince Feng has had another outbreak of his Cold Syndrome these past few days, all because of that Ye Lingyue. Who knows what means she used to bewitch Feng Xun to the point of irrationality. Prince Feng now ignores me completely. The Imperial Physicians and Alchemists that Your Majesty dispatched were all driven out by that woman. Moreover, she is from Daxia and, I heard, has an ambiguous relationship with Emperor Xia. Her coming here to Beiqing must have ulterior motives." Xue Pianran elaborated, painting Ye Lingyue in a very negative light.

"Enough, Heavenly Maiden. Without evidence, you mustn’t make reckless statements. You just mentioned that Prince Feng was bewitched by that woman; is this true?" Emperor Beiqing’s face showed a slight change of expression.

"It’s true, Your Majesty. If you do not believe it, you can inquire about it at Feng Residence. After Feng Xun returned, he has seen no one but that woman. Just now... when I left Feng Residence, she was still there." Xue Pianran thought of Ye Lingyue and Feng Xun being alone together, which made her heart ache as if it were being sliced by a knife.

Emperor Beiqing pondered for a moment.

"Prince Feng is a pillar of talent for Beiqing, and I will investigate his matters myself. You can leave now. Remember, in Beiqing, only those I approve can become Prince Feng’s Princess Consort. As the future Princess Consort Feng, you must learn to be tolerant and generous."

Emperor Beiqing’s words made Xue Pianran very pleased.

She knew Emperor Qing always stood by his words; thus, Ye Lingyue could never become Princess Consort Feng.

Xue Pianran thanked him before departing.

After Xue Pianran left, Emperor Beiqing looked at the birth chart, tapping it lightly on the desk three times, prompting a Shadow Guard to kneel before him.

"Are the things Xue Pianran mentioned true?"

Emperor Beiqing, having securely held the throne of Beiqing for so many years, wouldn’t easily believe Xue Pianran’s one-sided story.

There were hidden agents inside Feng Residence, surveilling Feng Xun’s every move.

"Daxia Yuehou stayed the night in Feng Residence; she and Prince Feng indeed shared the same bed."

After the Shadow Guard reported, there was a loud bang on the table, an inkstone was smashed.

Ink splattered all over from the inkstone, now turned to powder, and Emperor Beiqing’s face showed great fury.

"Send the order, make sure to take good care of the guest from Daxia."

With an affirmative reply, the Shadow Guard bowed and withdrew.

"That shameless wretch, daring to climb into Feng Xun’s bed. I have raised such a fine nephew for so many years, do you honor me? Just like your father with sight but no perception, only giving me heartache. One Qing Feng, one Ye Lingyue, those despicable women, how could they capture your hearts?"

Emperor Beiqing was indeed aggrieved. The marriage he arranged for Feng Xun was because he knew Feng Xun had no feelings for Xue Pianran.

But who could have known that Feng Xun, after a trip to Daxia, would encounter a woman who moved his heart.

Inside the imperial study, the bright Luminous Pearl shone on Emperor Beiqing’s face.

Under the brilliance like fierce fire, Emperor Beiqing’s face twisted with jealousy, deep hatred emerging.