Before Gan Qiongying entered, she had already dismissed Manyue and the others, even using a classic line from a movie or TV series.
"You guys stay outside and keep watch. No matter what noise you hear, don't come in without my order, understand?"
Manyue and several other maids who served Gan Qiongying closely were somewhat uneasy upon hearing this, since the princess had never asked them to back down when she summoned the male concubines in the courtyard.
Manyue wanted to step forward and say something, but she was afraid that the prince consort, having been humiliated for so long, would become desperate and risk his life to hurt the princess again.
But when she thought about the last checkpoint around the princess, with a full eighteen bodyguards, Manyue felt relieved.
She bowed her knees to Gan Qiongying and said respectfully, "We servants will be right outside the door, awaiting your instructions, Princess."
Gan Qiongying was anxious and went inside without listening to what Manyue said.
Gan Qiongying was very nervous as she walked around the screen toward the inner room.
The specific symptoms include cold sweat and trembling fingers.
That feeling was roughly comparable to how she felt when she was twenty-two years old and had just learned that she had been diagnosed with late-stage esophageal cancer.
After all, the probability of a person actually seeing the "God of Wealth" in their lifetime is much lower than getting cancer.
When the door closed, Gan Qiongying had already walked behind the screen.
The curtains hung down over the bed facing the screen, and the lamplight was dim and yellow, making it impossible to see clearly what was happening inside.
On a table not far away, there stood a pair of dragon and phoenix candles that hadn't been lit on their wedding night.
The candle was as thick as a child's arm, and its flame flickered; it looked like it wouldn't burn out in less than a whole night.
Several plates of peanuts and red dates were piled on the table. There was a wine pot with two aroma cups on the table. It was obvious that it contained wine. Even if Gan Qiongying was not knowledgeable, she had seen it many times in TV dramas. This was nuptial wine.
It was clear that Man Yue and her husband had arranged the room according to the custom of a couple sharing a room.
Gan Qiongying was speechless, but even without the reason of "lust at first sight," it would be difficult for her to treat her God of Wealth properly without ruining her public image.
However, Gan Qiongying planned to tell her God of Wealth some "truth" tonight. She had already thought of the details. She would say that due to the Emperor's surveillance, she planned to be his wife in name only and would no longer humiliate him, so that he could relax by her side and they would get along more happily.
Moreover, it's always easier to have someone acting alongside you than to act alone. Once the prince consort reaches a certain understanding with her, things will be much easier to handle later on.
After all, they were all tragic supporting characters in the story. Considering the monthly salary of 200,000 taels of silver, Gan Qiongying thought it over again and again and decided that at least the prince consort could know her true appearance.
If the prince consort doesn't die later, he'll still be Zhongli Zhengzhen's brother, and might be able to say some good things about her to exonerate her.
When the story progresses to the chapter of "the fall of the Nanzhao Kingdom," she and he can peacefully divorce. By then, the world will be vast and the seas will be wide open, and they can both live peacefully.
That's why Gan Qiongying told her maids not to come in no matter what noise they heard.
Gan Qiongying had planned everything perfectly and quickly went over what she wanted to say in her mind. But when she stepped forward to lift the curtain, ready to reach a friendly cooperation with her husband, she paused in her movement of leaning forward to sit on the bed, and suddenly felt a chill on her neck...
She looked down and saw an extremely sharp knife pressed against her neck. The blade was only the size of a thumb and as thin as a piece of paper, but if held between her fingertips, it would be easy to cut open a person's throat.
Gan Qiongying froze, her body covered in excited sweat, and in the blink of an eye, she felt cold all the way from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
She met the gaze of the person opposite her and finally got a clear look at her husband's appearance.
He had a calm and ordinary appearance, but his eyes were as bright as stars. At this moment, those eyes were filled with humiliation and anger, like a raging fire that spread across the entire Milky Way. The shimmering water was filled with resentment and determination.
"If you dare to come any closer, I will... perish together with you!" he said, his voice as clear as shattered jade.
Gan Qiongying knew he had misunderstood, because as soon as he opened his mouth, the quilt slipped down from his chest, and his gauze robe, which could not cover his skin, revealed his true eroticism.
Who would wear this? It's obviously erotic clothing. Gan Qiongying understood at a glance that it must have been her "good subordinates" who guessed her intentions and forced the prince consort to wear it!
Gan Qiongying immediately raised her hand to explain, but before she could finish speaking, she only managed to utter half of the word "you..." when her vision blurred and she heard a crisp "ding".
The blade pressed against her neck was knocked away, and the next moment, a pair of strong arms grabbed her lower back, sending her flying backward through the air.
The world spun around it, and when it landed again, the screen crashed to the ground with a "bang," its exquisite carvings shattering completely.
From her angle, she saw two burly men dressed entirely in black lifting Li Ye off the bed and onto the floor like a piglet.
Li Ye's hands were tied behind his back, and with a few more clanging sounds, several gleaming silver longswords were drawn simultaneously, forming a circle and placed against Li Ye's neck as he knelt on the ground.
Gan Qiongying's first reaction was that this was her mother's assassin, but before she could react and call for help, the man who had grabbed her and rushed to the window released her and walked around to her. His body was as strong as a small mountain, but he knelt down on both knees in front of her.
With a loud "bang," Gan Qiongying thought his kneecap must have shattered.
The burly man, kneeling with one hand on the ground and the other on the hilt of his sword, said to Gan Qiongying, "Princess, please forgive me. This man has been disrespectful to you. Should we kill him or spare his life?"
Gan Qiongying's legs felt a little weak. She roughly counted eight unsheathed knives in the room, their gleaming blades dazzling in the flickering candlelight.
Gan Qiongying swallowed hard and remained silent for a short while; she was terrified.
You can't blame her for that; it's already quite impressive that she can keep her expression from crumbling.
After all, she was a modern person living in a harmonious society, and this was the first time she had ever witnessed a knife being used.
Honestly, she wasn't this scared even when the prince consort held a razor blade to her neck, because although his actions were dangerous, he didn't actually exude any murderous intent.
The sudden appearance of these people truly made Gan Qiongying understand what "killing intent" meant.
She had only ever seen murderous intent in novels, but experiencing it firsthand sent chills down her spine.
The blade was so narrow, yet it was chillingly cold, sending shivers down one's spine. She had no doubt that if she simply nodded, these men would not hesitate to slice off the head of the kneeling prince.
Gan Qiongying remained silent for a moment, then said sparingly, "Let him go."
These people were clearly there to protect her. Sure enough, as soon as Gan Qiongying finished speaking, they immediately sheathed their swords and stood silently around the prince consort, waiting for the next instruction.
Gan Qiongying glanced at him; the prince consort was curled up on the ground, barely clothed, and his expression was unclear, but his posture was full of resistance.
How can we form a proper alliance now that things have turned out like this!
Where did this group of people come from?
Gan Qiongying glanced down at the burly man still kneeling in front of her. All she could see were his deep-set eyes and thick eyebrows, his expression cold yet submissive.
She guessed that this was one of her guards, but she wasn't sure and didn't dare to ask any more questions.
His fingers clenched tightly inside his sleeve. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Go out and call Manyue in."
The group retreated very quickly, their footsteps were so silent, and their figures were like ghosts, disappearing in an instant.
As soon as the person left, Gan Qiongying immediately went to the prince consort and reached out to pull him, but he shook her off. He lay prostrate on the ground in a humiliating posture, his waistline like the arched back of a leopard, making sure that he would not be completely exposed.
Gan Qiongying quickly pulled off the quilt from the bed and wrapped the prince consort completely in it before the full moon opened the door.
As the blankets were pulled around him, the prince consort quickly grabbed his own hands and finally managed to glance at Gan Qiongying.
His eyes were red-rimmed, and the resentment in them seemed to turn into a sharp sword, piercing Gan Qiongying with humiliation.
Tears streamed slowly from his eyes as he breathed heavily.
He didn't need to say a word; Gan Qiongying could feel the overwhelming hatred emanating from him.
Gan Qiongying:......
We're doomed.
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