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

Zhao Xueyuan instinctively waved away the hand, her eyes filled with more vigilance and anger: "What do you want to do?"

Su Rao did not retreat. She reached out again and grabbed her wrist tightly with such force that Zhao Xueyuan could not break free.

Then, the hand covered her cheek and suddenly exerted force. The severe pain came like a tide, making Zhao Xueyuan unable to resist struggling, and finally she escaped from the restraints.

Her eyes flickered, and she was panic-stricken and at a loss: "You, what are you planning?"

Su Rao's voice was as cold as ice: "I just want you to know that in my eyes, you are just an insignificant ant. Your fate can be determined by my thoughts. So, if you are smart, tell me the truth."

Zhao Xueyuan clenched her teeth, feeling humiliated and unwilling but unable to find an outlet to vent.

After a moment of stalemate, she finally compromised: "He is an old Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance and a striking black mole next to his nose."

After saying that, she tilted her head slightly and pointed to the area near her nose.

Su Rao immediately signaled to the painter waiting nearby to start drawing the portrait based on Zhao Xueyuan's description.

"His ears are soft and a little fleshy." Zhao Xueyuan's eyes moved to the upper right, trying to recall every detail.

However, Su Rao warned: "Zhao Xueyuan, don't lie. Do you want to add a new scar on your cheek?"

Zhao Xueyuan looked pale and was filled with remorse.

She thought she could just get away with it, but unexpectedly Su Rao was very insightful and her thoughts and intentions were all seen through by her.

The pain on her cheeks made her sober up and she dared not lie anymore.

Soon, a lifelike portrait appeared before everyone.

"Does the person in this painting look similar to that old Taoist priest?" Su Rao looked directly at Zhao Xueyuan with sharp eyes.

Under that irrefutable gaze, Zhao Xueyuan carefully examined the scroll. After a long while, she finally said, "Eighty percent similar."

After saying this, her eyes had a complex expression, mixed with relief and uneasiness.

An 80% similarity is already very close. Su Rao knows very well that as long as the mysterious old Taoist priest appears in the world, she is confident that she can recognize his figure among the crowd at a glance.

Now that the goal has been settled, there is no point in continuing the pretense with Zhao Xueyuan.

So, Su Rao turned around slightly, tightly grasped the portrait that carried hope, and set out on the journey back to her own courtyard.

The person in the portrait seems to be transmitting some subtle power through the thin paper, giving her the motivation to move forward.

However, even with a portrait in hand, searching for a specific person in a bustling crowd is as difficult as looking for a lost embroidery needle in the ocean, and the hope is slim.

At this moment, a fantasy flashed through Su Rao's mind. If the once powerful Jinyiwei could be used by her, wouldn't all the problems be solved?

But as soon as this thought emerged, it was blown away by the cold wind of reality and turned into a self-deprecating smile at the corner of her mouth. She knew that this was just like a fool's dream.

The moment I stepped into my home, an unexpected scene came into view.

Outside the door, Fang Chenyu, dressed in a plain white dress, stood quietly waiting. Her weak appearance formed a sharp contrast with the loyal Yun'er.

Su Rao's arrival instantly broke the silence.

"Madam, no, it should be the concubine. She is looking for you." Yun'er said sarcastically, as if to say that once the mountain you rely on collapses, you will be eager to cling to new branches. You are really a typical fence-sitter, swaying in the wind.

Facing Yun'er's misunderstanding, Fang Chenyu seemed to be out of the matter, with no trace of anger on her face. She just bowed gently as usual and said respectfully, "My Lady Concubine."

Su Rao nodded gently, motioning Fang Chenyu to come in and talk in detail, her words were both majestic and gentle: "Come in and talk."

Yun'er looked worried and hesitated to speak, obviously worried about his master's safety.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Su Rao comforted with a smile.

Following Su Rao's lead, the two walked into the slightly small but well-organized courtyard.

As a concubine, this is just a temporary residence. I heard that my sister is already preparing a more spacious new home and the move will be completed in the near future.

Stepping into the hall, there were simple and elegant furniture on both sides. The sunlight shone through the window lattices onto the two of them, bringing a hint of imperceptible warmth.

Su Rao sat upright, her eyes direct and sharp, looking directly at Fang Chenyu: "Tell me, what do you want to ask me for help?"

Fang Chenyu did not go straight to the point, but chose to start with her own life experience.

As a humble maid in the Fang family, she actually has an inseparable blood relationship with the arrogant Zhao Xueyuan - they are half sisters with the same father.

As fate would have it, her birth was the result of her father's momentary confusion and an affair with a servant. After the incident, the servant was ruthlessly expelled, but the innocent girl was able to stay in the Fang Mansion because of the remaining father's love. She was raised by the servants and eventually became an ordinary maid in the mansion.

Zhao Xueyuan knew everything about this. Over the years, she had subjected Fang Chenyu to all kinds of difficulties and oppression, as if she wanted to erase the disgraceful family history.

It was not until Zhao Xueyuan became the mistress of Prince Yi's Mansion that Fang Chenyu had some respite. But the shadow always loomed over her heart, making her life like duckweed drifting on the water, unable to predict when she would be swept back into the abyss of despair by the waves.

Facing Su Rao's questioning, Fang Chenyu's eyes were extremely firm: "This servant is only willing to follow the side of the concubine, no matter where in the world, until death!"

After hearing this, Su Rao asked again: "What kind of tempting benefits are there that make you so determined?"

Fang Chenyu spoke frankly, her tone calm and relieved: "No longer having to suffer the pain of whipping, having clothes to keep warm and food to fill my stomach, for me, is the greatest blessing in life."

What seems like an ordinary life to many people is an unattainable luxury to Fang Chenyu.

"Following me is never an easy road. Every step I take is like dancing on the edge of a sharp blade. If you are not careful, you will bleed." Su Rao's words were gentle but revealed bitterness.

Although her status is admirable, it is also like standing on the edge of an abyss. Prince Yi's mind is like a fog. He strictly guards the insurmountable boundaries, while seeking a spiritual haven in the Buddhist temple, unwilling to get involved in the vortex of power.

And within the high walls and deep palace, how long can the patience of the man sitting on the dragon throne last?

Once this thin layer of patience disappears, if the King of Qi is able to be appointed as the crown prince, then Su Rao will become a helpless fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Even if Prince Yi eventually breaks out of his cocoon, breaks through the shackles he set for himself, and regains power, the power foundation that Prince Qi has laid out for many years will undoubtedly be like risking his life to pull out the fangs of this tiger. Any slight mistake will lead to a complete loss and the complete ruin of everything.