I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

The Mansion of Duke Su.

Inside the study, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed as if water was dripping out.

Xiao Heng, dressed in black, sat in the main seat with a gloomy face, his fingers tightly gripping the armrests, his knuckles turning white.

A trembling spy was kneeling on the ground.

"...What I have inquired about is indeed true. Now it has spread all over the place, saying that Her Royal Highness the Princess is in love with Shen Bianxiu and wants to recruit him as a consort..." The spy's voice became smaller and smaller, and his head was buried lower and lower.

"Get out!" Xiao Heng's voice was icy cold, without a trace of warmth.

"Yes, yes!" The spy crawled out as if he had been pardoned.

The study door was closed, isolating it from the outside world.

Xiao Heng stood up suddenly and punched the rosewood table next to him!

With a dull "bang", he smashed several cracks on the hard tabletop!

"Shen Yurong!" He gritted his teeth and pronounced the name, his eyes filled with overwhelming anger and... a hint of imperceptible panic.

Prince Consort?

Sister Wan Ning wants to recruit Shen Yurong as her consort?!

Do not!impossible!

How could she fall for Shen Yurong, that hypocritical villain?!

Xiao Heng felt a surge of inexplicable anger rising to his head, burning him to the point of losing all reason.

But... there is no smoke without fire.

His people immediately reported Wen Yuxuan’s “chance encounter” yesterday to him.

Although he was somewhat unhappy at the time, he did not take it too seriously, thinking that Shen Yurong was just playing some tricks again.

But he never expected that things would turn out like this in just one night!

Did Shen Yurong deliberately spread the rumor? Or... did Sister Wan Ning condone it?

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Xiao Heng's heart suddenly shrank, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.

No! She won't!

But what if?

What if she was just being soft-hearted? What if she really had some feelings for Shen Yurong?

No! He will never allow it!

Sister Wan Ning is his! She can only be his!

No one can sit in the position of the prince consort except him, Xiao Heng!

"Prepare the horses!" Xiao Heng turned around abruptly and strode out, his voice filled with uncontrollable eagerness and anger.

"Go to the princess's mansion!"

He wants to find out!

He must see her immediately and ask her in person!

What the hell is this damn rumor?

In front of the Princess's Mansion.

Xiao Heng jumped off the horse, his movements so hastily that he even staggered.

When the guard at the gate saw that it was Duke Su, he hurriedly saluted, but was ignored by him.

He didn't even announce anything and just barged into the mansion.

"Where is His Highness?" He grabbed a maid who came towards him and asked anxiously.

The maid was startled by him and said quickly: "Your Highness is in the warm room..."

Before she finished her words, Xiao Heng had already let go of her and strode towards the warm room.

He was so anxious at the moment that he didn't care about etiquette or rules.

He just wanted to see Princess Wan Ning immediately and get to the bottom of it!

Outside the warm room, Song Lan saw Xiao Heng rushing in angrily, frowned, and was about to step forward to stop him.

Xiao Heng had already pushed open the door of the warm room.

"elder sister!"

In the warm room, Su Luo was sitting by the window, holding a book in his hand and reading it intently.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open roughly and the angry shout, she slowly raised her head.

When she saw Xiao Heng rushing in, a barely perceptible smile flashed across her eyes, so fast that it was impossible to catch.

Then she frowned slightly and put down the book.

"Xiao Heng? Why is this happening?" Her voice was filled with a hint of cold displeasure.

Xiao Heng strode up to her, his chest heaving violently, obviously very angry.

His deep eyes were fixed on her, filled with anger, anxiety, and a hint of grievance that he himself had not yet noticed.

"Sister, what's going on with the rumors outside?!" He spoke in a hoarse voice with a hint of grievance.

Su Luo looked at his out-of-control appearance, laughed in his heart, but pretended to be confused on the surface.

"What rumor?" She picked up her teacup and asked slowly, "Is it enough for Duke Su to make such a fuss that he even forgot the rules?"

Xiao Heng looked at her calm and indifferent appearance, and his anger grew even stronger.

"Sister, stop pretending to be confused, okay?" He took a step forward, put his hands on her desk, leaned over her, and covered her in his shadow.

The distance between the two people was instantly shortened, and they could hear each other's breathing clearly.

"It's all spread like wildfire! They say you've fallen for Shen Yurong! You want to make her your consort!"

"Sister! Tell me! Is this true?!" His voice was suppressed, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Su Luo met his close gaze and could clearly see the red bloodshot in his eyes, as well as the undisguised nervousness and possessiveness.

Her heart was slightly moved, but her face remained calm.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" She raised her eyebrows slightly, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. "It seems that it's not the Duke of Su's turn to have a say in who this palace chooses as her consort."

This sentence, like adding fuel to the fire, instantly ignited all of Xiao Heng's rationality.

"It's not my turn?!" He grabbed her wrist fiercely, with such force that he almost crushed her bones.

"Sister Wan Ning! Look into my eyes!" He forced her to look at him, the madness and paranoia in his eyes almost overflowing.

"That position! It can only be mine!"

"Your consort! It can only be me, Xiao Heng!"

"Who the hell is Shen Yurong?! Is he worthy?!"

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying an unquestionable arrogance and... desperation.

Su Luo's wrist was so painful from his grip that he frowned.

But seeing the strong and insoluble emotions in his eyes, somewhere in the deepest part of her heart seemed to be gently touched.

She had never seen Xiao Heng lose his composure like this.

He is always so calm and composed, planning everything as if he has everything under control.

But now, he was confused because of a groundless rumor, like a child who was about to lose his beloved thing.

This sudden confession, with its irresistible force, struck her heart hard.

Su Luo looked at him and was silent for a moment.

She could feel the heat of his palm and his rapid heartbeat.

"Xiao Heng," she said slowly, her voice a little softer than before, "you hurt me."

Xiao Heng suddenly came back to his senses and saw her furrowed brows and red wrist. The madness in her eyes faded a little, and a trace of regret and heartache flashed across his eyes.

He subconsciously loosened his hand, but still did not move away, looking at her with burning eyes.

"Sister, answer me," he insisted. "You won't choose him, right?"

There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

Su Luo looked at him and suddenly smiled softly.

This smile was like the beginning of melting ice and snow, easing the atmosphere in the warm room a little.

"Xiao Heng," she raised her hand and gently stroked his furrowed brow, "Do you think I would be that stupid?"

Her fingertips were slightly cool and had a faint fragrance. The moment they touched his skin, Xiao Heng froze.

He looked at the familiar cunning and clarity in her eyes, and his pounding heart finally calmed down a little.

Yeah, how could she be so stupid?

She is Wan Ning, the Princess Zhaoyang who is cautious in every step.

How could she still be deceived by someone like Shen Yurong?

Just now... he was too concerned and confused.

"Those rumors outside..." He was still a little worried.