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

Su Luo withdrew his hand, picked up the teacup again, and his tone returned to his usual calmness.

"It's just that someone wants to use my name to climb the social ladder." She said calmly, "Since he wants to act, I will play a role with him."

Xiao Heng understood what she meant instantly.

She did it on purpose!

All of this was set up by her!

Was it to lure Shen Yurong into the trap? Or... to test him?

Thinking of this, Xiao Heng felt a little complicated.

There was a sense of relief, but also a sense of reluctance at being played around by her.

But more than that...an indescribable joy.

She didn't choose Shen Yurong.

Maybe... she has him in her heart.

"You..." Xiao Heng looked at her, hesitant to speak.

Su Luo raised his eyes to look at him, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "What? Duke Su is there anything else?"

Xiao Heng looked at her clear yet cunning eyes, and the confession he blurted out before echoed in his ears again.

——Your prince consort can only be me, Xiao Heng!

The words have been spoken and cannot be taken back.

He, Xiao Heng, is never someone who would back down.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes became extremely serious, even with a hint of piety.

"Sister Wan Ning," he said clearly, word by word, "I meant what I just said."

"Your consort can only be me."

"Well, it will only be me."

This time, it was no longer a roar of desperation, but a declaration made after careful consideration.

With unquestionable determination.

Su Luo looked at his serious expression, and his hand holding the teacup paused slightly.

There was a moment of silence in the warm room.

In the warm room, the charcoal fire was burning brightly, and the air was filled with a faint warm fragrance.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the candlelight in the room flickered, illuminating the figures of the two people confronting each other.

Xiao Heng's eyes were burning, and with unquestionable determination, he locked onto Su Luo.

The words "Your prince consort can only be me, and only me" echoed loudly in the quiet warm room.

Unlike the uncontrolled roar just now, he was calm, determined, and even had a kind of pious paranoia.

Su Luo looked at him.

Looking at the desperate seriousness deep in his eyes, looking at his tightly pursed thin lips, and his slightly trembling fingertips.

He rarely showed his emotions like this, especially in front of her.

Always at ease, with three parts laziness and seven parts calculation.

But now, he is like a gambler who has lost everything and is waiting for the verdict.

The fingertips of Su Luo's hand holding the teacup were slightly white.

The heat of the tea came through the wall of the cup, but it couldn't dispel the strange vibration in my heart.

She remained silent, feeling the weight of his gaze and his undisguised affection.

This made her feel a little... helpless.

But more of it is a sense of relief that the dust has settled.

That's it.

Looking at him like this, if you keep teasing him, he might really go crazy.

Su Luo sighed softly in his heart, put down the teacup in his hand, and made a crisp sound.

The sound broke the stagnant air.

She raised her eyes, met his tense and focused gaze, and a faint smile slowly appeared at the corner of her lips.

It was no longer the playfulness and temptation of before, but carried a hint of helplessness and indulgence.

"What are you looking at me for?" Her voice was soft and soothing.

"Afraid I'll regret it?"

Xiao Heng's Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't say anything, just looked at her more intently.

It was as if he wanted to engrave her figure deeply into his soul.

He was afraid that this was just another of her tests, that this fleeting tenderness was a trap.

Su Luo felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her, but he also understood his uneasiness at the moment.

She looked away at the hazy night outside the window, but the voice reached his ears clearly.

"Since Duke Su is so... anxious."

She paused, as if weighing her words, then turned back and looked at him with clear eyes.

There was no trace of joking in that look.

"Then I will go to the palace tomorrow."

Xiao Heng's heart skipped a beat and he held his breath.

Enter the palace? What for?

He didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't help looking forward to it.

Su Luo smiled slightly, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, but with unprecedented seriousness.

"Go and ask the emperor to grant us a marriage."

"how?"

Just a few words, like a thunderclap, split apart all of Xiao Heng's tension and anxiety.

He stood there in a daze, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

Marriage?

She said she would ask the emperor for permission to marry her tomorrow?

Grant him and her...a marriage?

The air in the warm room seemed to freeze.

Xiao Heng's eyes suddenly widened, with incredible ecstasy surging in his eyes.

The paranoia, uneasiness, and even despair just now were all washed away by the immense joy at this moment.

It’s like walking in the dark for a long time and suddenly seeing the sky full of stars.

He looked at Su Luo steadily, at her smiling eyes and her serious expression.

Make sure she's not joking, not testing the waters, but... really agrees.

"Sister..." He spoke with difficulty, his voice was hoarse and trembling slightly.

The overwhelming joy overwhelmed him like a tide, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.

It felt like countless brilliant fireworks were exploding in my heart, and blood was surging in my veins.

He wanted to take a step forward and hug her, to hold her tightly in his arms.

But he was also afraid, afraid that all this was just an illusion, and afraid that if he moved, this beautiful dream would be shattered.

He could only stand there, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

His eye sockets couldn't help but feel slightly hot, with a thin layer of tears appearing on them, but he forced himself to suppress it.

He, Xiao Heng, was calculating people's hearts and playing power games, but he had never lost his composure like this before.

But in front of the person he was thinking about, all his disguises and self-preservation collapsed.

"Are you...are you serious?" He tried to calm his rapid breathing, his voice filled with cautious confirmation.

Afraid of disturbing this hard-earned promise.

Su Luo looked at the light that suddenly burst out in his eyes, which was astonishingly bright.

That pure, undisguised joy brought a touch of warmth to her heart, dispelling the gloom of the past few days.

She nodded, with a hint of resentment in her tone: "Why? Duke Su is unwilling?"

"Yes! Of course I do!" Xiao Heng almost blurted out, his voice rising a few notches due to excitement.

He took a step forward, but stopped half an arm's length away from her.

A strong desire and a homesick hesitation fought in his heart.

His eyes were fixed on her face, as if he could never get enough of it.

"I do! Sister Wan Ning, I couldn't ask for more!"

He took a deep breath and a brilliant smile appeared on his face, dispelling all the gloom and hostility between his brows.

At this moment, he was no longer the powerful and feared Duke Su.

He was just a young man who was overjoyed because he finally got what he loved.

"That's great... That's really great..." He murmured to himself, joy almost overflowing from his chest.

It was like obtaining the most precious treasure, so I was cautious yet ecstatic.

Seeing his joyful expression, Su Luo felt a lot more relaxed.

The smile on her lips deepened, but soon faded a little, and her expression became serious again.

Some things must be made clear now.

"Okay, don't be too happy yet."