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

"Don't worry, I know my limits, so that the prince won't feel sad."

Su Rao responded softly.

Not until Mo Yi's back disappeared from sight did Su Yi and Mother Feng work together to send Su Rao back to her courtyard.

Looking at the scars on Su Rao's body, especially the shocking facial scar, Su Yi felt unbearable pain in his heart.

She carefully took out the finest medicine from her private medicine box.

He applied it to Su Rao bit by bit, extremely gently, and then helped her change into clean and comfortable clothes.

After everything was done, Su Yi couldn't help but ask softly, "Arao, have you really been favored by the prince?"

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation and concern.

Just now, when Su Yi protected Su Rao at all costs, Su Rao felt the long-lost warmth of maternal love.

From that moment on, Su Rao regarded her as a relative.

Su Rao also hopes to make Su Yi happy, but...

Su Rao shook her head gently, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes: "I'm afraid that was not the prince's original intention, but Mo Yi's arrangement."

Although Mo Yi is still young, he has been in the palace for many years, especially with Prince Yi, and has already honed his skills in all aspects.

He had not directly said that it was the prince who wanted to look for her, but Su Rao knew it tacitly.

Once the truth comes out, Mo I can get away with it.

Su Rao knew that saving herself was her first choice.

She never expected Prince Yi to lend a helping hand.

From the beginning to the end, she relied on Mo Yi.

She went to Jingxin Pavilion at a fixed time every day, and Mo Yi was always waiting outside the door silently, becoming her only comfort.

When Su Rao was punished today, she was gambling on whether Mo would come looking for her once he saw that she had broken her promise.

Fortunately, she made the right bet.

Mo Yi's timely appearance and his words brought about a subtle turning point in her life in the palace.

But the false appearance will eventually be exposed.

To gain a firm foothold in the palace, one must truly win the heart of Prince Yi.

On the other hand, Zhao Xueyuan was secretly glad when she learned that Su Rao did not go to Jingxin Pavilion as usual.

"When she goes again tomorrow, if her injuries can be slightly better and not so horrific, perhaps it will be able to alleviate the prince's anger."

But when she thought of the prince's special regard for that lowly concubine, her heart felt like it was pierced by a needle. Hatred and jealousy made her grit her teeth and vowed not to give up...

The next morning, the morning light filtered through the carved wooden windows and poured into the house, giving the quiet space a soft golden glow.

Su Rao stood quietly in front of the bronze mirror with a deep gaze.

Buddha can see through the mirror and have a silent conversation with the person in the mirror.

The elder sister's selfless love turned into the faint fragrance of precious medicine.

It gently wrapped around her cheeks, causing the swollen skin to miraculously return to its former smoothness.

Only faint traces from fingernails remain, like pale pink cherry blossom petals, quietly telling the story of that night's wind and rain.

Yun'er's eyes were full of concern. She made a suggestion eagerly, with a hint of anxiety and expectation in her voice: "Madam, let me apply makeup for you skillfully. The marks will surely become less noticeable."

Su Rao shook her head slightly, and her black hair swayed gently with the movement.

Her smile was calm but firm: "No need, this is fine."

She knew that she looked just the right amount of charming at the moment.

It also retains its tenacity and can touch people’s hearts.

The white dress she was wearing was as pure as the first snow, light and soft.

It swayed gently with her movements, like ripples on a lake, and was lightly tied with a thin rope around her waist.

It outlines the slender waist and adds a sense of otherworldliness.

Su Rao's hairstyle is different from those of aristocratic women who strictly follow the rules.

A few strands of hair fall naturally, fluttering in the wind, revealing a casual beauty, which is the unique charm of a free soul.

Facing Yun'er's praise, Su Rao's eyes moved and a hint of cunning flashed across them.

A gentle and slightly mischievous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and a sense of confidence and satisfaction surged in her heart.

Yun'er looked at the lady, her face flushed with the shyness unique to young girls because of the sincere praise.

Carrying a simple cloth bag, Su Rao stepped lightly out of the door to face the unknown challenges.

The door of Jingxin Pavilion was half open. In the morning breeze, Mo Yi was waiting quietly, as if everything had been arranged tacitly.

Su Rao handed him the cloth bag, hidden inside was a token of her silent love for Mo Yi.

A new pair of shoes, this subtle care reveals her careful observation of the people around her.

Mo Yi took the cloth bag with a smile on his face, but there was a hint of teasing in his tone.

Su Rao's words were gentle and teasing, trying to narrow the distance between the two.

However, Mo Yi's reaction was complex and subtle. He was uncertain about the future and puzzled by Su Rao's persistence.

When Su Rao stepped into the Buddhist hall, that figure came into her sight again.

Instead of sitting in meditation quietly, he stood in front of the bookshelf, concentrating on the Buddhist scriptures in his hands.

At that moment, his figure seemed to be given new meaning, tall and majestic, making people look up at him involuntarily.

His physique, especially his broad shoulders, made Su Rao feel particularly fragile in such a contrast, like a protected little flower.

The black shirt fits tightly against the skin, outlining the strong muscle lines, which is a self-evident strength and steadiness.

Su Rao was secretly amazed in her heart, and at the same time, she inexplicably felt a sense of security as if she was being protected.

As her thoughts wandered, she couldn't help but imagine those hands that seemed rough but were actually delicate.

How to hold yourself tightly yet tenderly, what a safe and thrilling feeling that would be.

And my skin, as white and delicate as snow, in such an embrace.

Will there be any traces left as a testimony to this complex emotion?

All this indicates that Su Rao is embarking on an unusual path.

It is full of unknowns and challenges, but her heart is determined to move forward courageously.

Just as Su Rao's thoughts were like a wild horse running away from its reins, drifting leisurely towards the distant horizon.

She accidentally met a man's deep gaze.

This man was none other than the revered Prince Yi, whose eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

At this moment, he was staring at Su Rao's pretty face.

She is as beautiful as a flower, with a delicate and tender face, skin as white as snow, and an indescribable lively charm between her eyebrows.

However, the striking red mark across her cheek seemed so abrupt.

It's as if God deliberately left imperfect strokes on the perfect painting.

Thinking of the person who caused the scar, an indescribable anger suddenly rose up from the depths of Prince Yi's heart.

But this anger was quickly suppressed by his strong willpower and hidden deep in his heart without leaving a trace.

Su Rao approached slowly with light steps, her voice like a spring breeze blowing through peach petals, and asked tenderly: "Your Highness, these days I keep thinking about the self-portrait I carefully painted a few days ago that disappeared inexplicably. I wonder if you have ever seen it inadvertently?"