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

"Please tell the prince that my mouth is a little broken because of yesterday. It is very difficult for me to drink medicine. I wonder if you can trouble the prince to come and see me?"

As he said this, he did not forget to put on an aggrieved look.

Mo Yi rolled his eyes helplessly when he saw Su Rao like this, but he couldn't persuade her after all, so he had to bite the bullet and walk out.

Soon, Prince Yi stepped into the room again, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on Su Rao, filled with complicated emotions.

"Your Majesty, my hand hurts and it's inconvenient for me to take medicine. Can you...feed me?"

Su Rao pleaded with eyes full of expectation, her tone full of helplessness.

Prince Yi stared at her quietly, as if examining her every expression.

Just when Su Rao thought he was going to turn around and leave again, he suddenly picked up the medicine bowl, gently scooped up a spoonful, and carefully handed it to her lips.

The bitterness of the medicine made Su Rao's little face wrinkled, and her painful look was adorable.

A hint of imperceptible tenderness flashed across Prince Yi's eyes, but it was soon replaced by indifference. He maintained a businesslike expression and patiently fed Su Rao mouthful by mouthful.

In this rare intimacy, Su Rao whispered: "My Lord, you are so kind to me."

Sweet words seem to have the power to melt the ice.

However, Prince Yi asked unexpectedly: "Compared to Yin Taochen?"

These three words made Su Rao stand there in a daze, with doubts filling her heart.

Yin Taochen, why was this name mentioned at this moment?

What does he have to do with all this?

Just when Su Rao was feeling confused, she saw Prince Yi's face was gloomy, as if he realized that he was indeed inferior to Yin Taochen in some aspects.

He casually put the bowl of medicine on the table, said "Drink it yourself" and turned away, leaving only a back figure that was getting farther and farther away.

Su Rao sat on the bed in a daze, feeling mixed emotions. The warm atmosphere just now was gone in a flash, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself: "Why did such a good atmosphere change so suddenly?"

……

At the same time, Mo Yi was observing his prince's unusual behavior, his face full of confusion.

Prince Yi was seen holding a portrait of Yin Taochen tightly in his hand, his eyes almost penetrating the paper, and he was completely different from his usual self.

Mo Yi secretly wondered when the prince began to develop such a strong interest in a scholar?

It is true that Yin Taochen is handsome and bookish, but compared with the prince's cold and aloof temperament, they are completely different styles.

If Mo Yi didn't know that the prince had deep feelings for Madam Su, he would almost suspect that the prince had fallen in love with someone else.

At this moment, Prince Yi suddenly asked, "Who do you think is better, me or him?"

Mo Yi was shocked. Could it be that even the prince began to care about such superficial things as appearance?

In contrast, one is gentle and elegant, the other is cold as ice; one is like the warm sun that shines into people's hearts, the other is like a lonely plum blossom standing proudly in the snow. There is no way to simply compare the two.

Just as Mo Yi was thinking over and over again, he looked up and found that the prince's expression became increasingly ugly, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing.

Saving his life was the most important thing, so he quickly replied, with a hint of imperceptible flattery in his voice: "The most handsome man in the world must be the prince."

As soon as these words were spoken, the tense aura around Prince Yi seemed to relax slightly, and a hint of imperceptible softness appeared between his brows.

However, as his thoughts turned, he suddenly realized that his reaction just now was quite subtle.

As a member of the Buddhist community, one should be free from all desires and detached from the mundane world. So why is one so concerned about the world's praise of one's physical beauty?

"As for Yin Taochen's matter, do we need to continue investigating? I heard that he went to the Su Mansion to propose marriage, but I don't know which lady was lucky enough to become his favorite."

Mo Yi's voice sounded at the right time, interrupting his thoughts, with a hint of inquiry in his question.

"No need."

Prince Yi spoke in a calm tone, as if it had nothing to do with him.

He secretly made up his mind that he would never let that woman disturb his calm heart again. The best way was to let her leave the palace as soon as possible to avoid any further complications.

……

Su Rao stayed in Jingxin Pavilion for several days, and the days were long and leisurely.

As night fell and everything was silent, she still tried to sneak into Prince Yi's bedroom, hoping to sleep with him.

But the reality was that she didn't even get to the edge of the bedroom before the guards politely but firmly asked her to leave.

The gentle kiss that night turned out to be the most intimate contact during this period of time. Prince Yi's rare passion and strength quickly returned to his normal state of being free of desires and indifferent like a Buddha.

Although Su Rao was full of energy, she knew that she couldn't do this for long.

She was afraid that Prince Yi would lose his patience one day and ruthlessly expel her from the palace. Wouldn't she then become the laughing stock of the entire capital?

After much deliberation, she decided to take the initiative and pretend that she chose to escape because she could not bear Prince Yi's excessive enthusiasm. This way she could save her face and give herself a decent retreat.

As fate would have it, Su Rao unexpectedly met Zhao Xueyuan, who had a gloomy face, in the yard.

Zhao Xueyuan's eyes were wide open, her gaze was like a sharp blade. If that look could kill, Su Rao would probably be covered with wounds by now.

Faced with this almost tangible hostility, Su Rao pretended to be polite, gently kneading her waist, and sighed: "Oh, my waist is so sore, it's really unbearable, so I have to come out for some fresh air. When will this kind of day end? It would be great if there was someone who could help me share some of the burden."

Her acting made her look like she was in deep torture and sorrow.

Zhao Xueyuan was furious when she saw this and was almost fuming at this cunning woman.

Under the other party's angry gaze, Su Rao leisurely returned to her own courtyard, looking calm and composed.

As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, Su Rao leaned casually on the soft couch, exuding a lazy air.

"Madam, I have specially cooked ginseng soup for you. Drink it while it is hot. It is good for your health."

Qiuxiang respectfully offered the ginseng soup with both hands, her face full of flattery and courtesy.

In the past, Qiuxiang was always extremely cold towards Su Rao. After Su Rao unexpectedly became favored, Qiuxiang's attitude changed 180 degrees.

It’s a pity that Su Rao has been staying with her sister most of the time these days and rarely comes back here, so she hasn’t paid much attention to this.

This bowl of ginseng soup was undoubtedly a timely relief for Su Rao, who had been weak due to illness recently.

She managed to stand up and took it. Qiuxiang kindly reminded her: "Be careful not to burn your mouth. Take your time."

Just at this moment, Yuner hurried in.

"Yun'er, where have you been these days? Why haven't you been seen?"

Qiuxiang asked in pretended surprise, with a sly glint in her eyes.

Yun'er's face changed slightly, and she was obviously irritated by these words: "What do you mean by that? I have never left the courtyard, and I made the ginseng soup myself, but I didn't expect it to disappear as soon as I turned around. It turned out that you took it."