Marrying a concubine to seduce him and lure him into the game

"I have displeased the prince, but this is a matter between us, and it is best for others to stay out of it."

These words made Zhao Xueyuan stop her movements abruptly, and her fingers hung stiffly in the air.

"Hmph, you are so tough in talking. I guess the prince is tired of you, otherwise how could he bear to let you kneel here and be humiliated?" Zhao Xueyuan's lips curled up with a hint of sarcasm, her words were full of pride and provocation.

Su Rao's eyes became even more stern when she heard this. Although her voice was cold, every word was precious and full of warning: "I've said that this is just a little interest between us. The prince is really angry this time, but he will let me in when he is no longer angry. Concubine Zhao, if you really hurt me, I am afraid that when the prince regrets and feels distressed, your fate will not be good."

After hearing this, Zhao Xueyuan's heart couldn't help but tremble, and her fingers twitched unconsciously due to nervousness.

After weighing the pros and cons, she finally chose to retreat, but the burning hatred in her eyes foreshadowed the future confrontation.

She told herself that she only had to wait one more night, and if the door was still closed the next morning.

Then Su Rao's fall from favor will be a foregone conclusion, and then it will be time for his revenge!

Su Rao secretly breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Zhao Xueyuan angrily leave.

This invisible battle has exhausted her physically and mentally.

She stared at the ruthlessly closed door, feeling extremely uneasy.

But she was also unwilling, silently wondering when the door would open for her and give her a little warm comfort.

Soon, the sky gradually darkened and dark clouds gathered.

Sparse raindrops began to fall from the sky, and then in an instant it turned into a heavy downpour.

Su Rao's plan seemed particularly sad at this moment. The rain beat mercilessly on her body, bringing biting cold and pain, but the door remained indifferent and closed as before.

Her inner monologue was as continuous as the rain, and she felt a strong resentment towards this cruel man.

His heart was harder than the stone slab, and all she longed for was a warm home.

A hot bath and bedding to keep the chill away.

However, for the sake of this gamble and the possible remaining affection, she could not back down and could only grit her teeth and continue to persevere.

Once she escaped from that place of trouble in disgrace.

I am afraid that when the next morning dawns, I will have to lie silently in that cold coffin and die.

Not to mention those onlookers who were eyeing the situation with eager eyes, just the ruthless Zhao Xueyuan.

With just a burst of rage, he could devour her alive like an ant, leaving no trace in the world.

Su Rao clenched her teeth, her frail body swaying in the wind and rain.

It was like an autumn leaf that could be blown down at any time, almost collapsing helplessly on the muddy ground.

The freezing cold rain mercilessly eroded every inch of her skin. The wet clothes clung to her body, adding to her indescribable embarrassment and despair.

Just when the abyss of despair was about to completely swallow her, Miracle seemed to hear the call from deep in her heart.

The heavy wooden door that had been closed for so long finally opened slowly on this stormy night, revealing a glimmer of hope.

By the door, a tall and straight black shadow stood proudly, like a guardian in the dark night.

He has an extraordinarily handsome face with sharp edges and every line is the most exquisite sculpture of nature.

His thick black hair is like the abyss of the night, and his deep eyes are filled with indifference and alienation.

Yet, she inadvertently reveals a hint of tenderness that is hardly noticeable.

He held an ancient oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and the space under the umbrella seemed to be a world of his own.

The downpour miraculously stopped when it touched his body, and was kept away by the cool aura emanating from his body.

Su Rao's gaze pierced through the dense rain and locked onto the savior who had dropped from the sky.

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, like a bright light in the darkness, illuminating the way forward.

However, that last bit of willpower eventually disappeared as his physical strength was exhausted.

His body could no longer support itself and he gently collapsed to the ground, his consciousness gradually fading.

This sudden turn, like a gust of wind blowing across the water, quickly caused a thousand waves in the complex palace.

When the news quietly reached Zhao Xueyuan's ears, this woman who has always been known for her tough tactics.

She was so angry that she was almost crazy. All the objects at hand became victims of her anger, and the whole room was suddenly in a mess.

I was filled with indignation: this high and mighty prince.

How could he show mercy to that cunning woman again and again?

……

The man stood quietly, staring at the fragile woman curled up on the ground.

The rain slowly slid down her soft skin.

It seems that every touch is sketching a touching picture, which arouses people's imagination.

Buddha said that we should be compassionate and save all living beings.

Witnessing this scene, the softest part of his heart was touched. He could not just stand by and watch, so he turned away indifferently.

So he resolutely threw the umbrella on the wet ground.

Then he slowly leaned over and gently held the frail body in his arms, as if he was holding a rare treasure.

Indeed, as he expected, that gentleness and delicacy made people want to give more protection and tenderness.

In my arms, the coldness of the rain seemed to slowly dissipate.

An indescribable warmth arose from the bottom of my heart and gradually spread to every part of my body.

……

Su Rao was in a trance, and gradually regained consciousness.

I found myself lying in a quiet Zen room, surrounded by the faint and lingering sandalwood scent, which made me feel peaceful and calm.

She turned her head cautiously and saw a figure kneeling solemnly before the Buddha statue.

That handsome face, which still exuded a cool aura even when he was praying devoutly, made people feel awe.

Realizing that her clothes were still wet, Su Rao tried to struggle to get up.

But he couldn't help but frown because of the sudden severe pain in his knee.

With no other choice, she could only move slowly and with difficulty towards the kneeling figure.

Finally, she stretched out her trembling hand and gently grasped the man's black collar.

"Your Majesty, I... need to change into clean clothes."

Su Rao's voice was a little weak, her wet clothes stuck to her skin, bringing her unbearable cold and discomfort.

Although he helped, this life-saving grace is not complete. If he catches a cold because of this, he will be in great danger!

The man slowly opened his eyes, which were as calm as water, and looked at her in front of him quietly with a deep gaze.

"There are no women's clothes here."

His voice was calm, but it revealed unquestionable firmness.

"Any piece of yours will do, as long as it covers the body."

Su Rao's voice was small but extremely firm.

The two looked at each other in silence, and an invisible layer of tension seemed to condense in the air.

After a moment, the man's throat rolled slightly, and his eyes, which were usually as calm as ice, seemed to be fluctuating with unusual emotions.