Tang Qing Teases Qian Renxue! The Angel Panics!

Dai Mubai looked at the gleaming blade.

Then he looked at the indifferent gazes around him.

He was afraid.

He was truly afraid.

Before death, all dignity and pride became worthless.

His knees buckled, and he fell completely to the ground.

Tears and snot mixed together, smearing across his face.

"I'll say it... I'll say it..."

Dai Mubai panted heavily, using every ounce of strength in his body as he shouted toward the gates of the mansion:

"I, Dai Mubai!"

"From this day onward, I dissolve my engagement with Zhu Zhuqing!"

"From now on, you belong to His Highness the Blue Silver King!"

"You and I have nothing to do with each other anymore!"

After roaring those words, Dai Mubai seemed to have been drained of all strength. He collapsed limply onto the ground, burying his head deep in the dirt, not daring to raise it again.

Too humiliating.

Too disgraceful.

He felt as though the surrounding gazes were countless needles, piercing him until he was covered in wounds.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing stood in the entry hall.

The instant she heard those words, her delicate body jolted violently.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck the crown of her head.

It was over.

The engagement that had plagued her for so many years, forcing her to flee and live in fear day and night—was it really over just like that?

Severed by the very fiancé in whom she had once placed such great hopes?

And in the most humiliating, most unbearable way possible.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Dai Mubai, sprawled outside like a dog, and the final glimmer in her eyes went out.

Was this the support she had desperately sought?

Was this the so-called Evil Eye White Tiger?

Ridiculous.

Utterly ridiculous.

She slowly turned her head and looked at the figure standing on the steps.

Tang Yuan.

The man who had trampled the Star Luo Empire beneath his feet and forced Dai Mubai into a useless dog.

Now, she belonged to him.

Without any status, without any guarantee.

She was merely... a trophy.

Zhu Zhuqing had no idea what awaited her.

Abuse?

Being toyed with?

Or, just as he had said earlier, becoming nothing more than a maid to warm his bed?

She looked at Tang Yuan's profile, her heart filled with fear of the unknown and a profound sense of helplessness.

Even as a Hell Spirit Cat, before this man, she was only a little kitten who could be crushed to death at any moment.

Heaven Dou City, Blue Silver King's Mansion.

Although the mansion had only been established for a few days, its gates were already crowded with visitors. The carriages of nobles and dignitaries passing through nearly left ruts in the marble road before its entrance.

But today was somewhat different.

A carriage that was not extravagantly decorated, yet exuded royal majesty, slowly came to a stop before the mansion's main gates.

There was no grand honor guard, only several capable-looking attendants.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and a handsome, refined young man stepped down.

The Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe.

Just as the guards at the entrance were about to salute, Xue Qinghe waved a hand, indicating that there was no need for formalities. Familiar with the place, he headed into the mansion as naturally as if he had returned home.

Inside the study, sandalwood incense curled through the air.

Tang Yuan held an ancient book in his hand without looking up.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince honors me with your presence. Forgive me for failing to welcome you from afar."

Tang Yuan turned a page, his tone calm, with little respect detectable in it.

Xue Qinghe was not offended. He casually walked over to the chair opposite the desk and sat down, even pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Brother Tang's King's Mansion has only just been established, so you must be busy with countless affairs. If I still insisted on all those empty formalities, wouldn't that make us seem distant?"

Xue Qinghe lifted the teacup and gently blew away the foam, his gaze seeming to assess Tang Yuan through the rising steam.

"Still, Brother Tang truly is blessed."

"Oh?"

Tang Yuan set down the book in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Xue Qinghe.

"What do you mean by that?"

Xue Qinghe put down his teacup, an inscrutable smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"On my way here, I heard quite a bit about the 'compensation' sent from Star Luo."

"The two Zhu sisters are famously beautiful in the Star Luo Empire. Especially the elder sister, Zhu Zhuyun—her beauty is renowned far and wide, and both her figure and looks are exquisite."

At that, Xue Qinghe paused and leaned forward slightly.

"As for the younger sister, Zhu Zhuqing, though she is still young, I have heard that she is a rare, aloof beauty with the looks to topple a city."

"Last night, Brother Tang flew into a rage for the sake of a beauty, forcing the Star Luo Prince to publicly annul the engagement, then bringing this pair of beautiful sisters into your mansion."

"To enjoy the company of both of them... in all of Heaven Dou City, I fear only Brother Tang could handle such good fortune."

Although Xue Qinghe wore a smile as he spoke, his tone somehow carried a sour note.

It did not sound like a crown prince teasing one of his subjects. Instead, it sounded more like a resentful wife grumbling from the depths of her chambers.

"If This Palace... if I were to put on women's clothes and dress up a little, I doubt my looks would be much inferior to those two."

Tang Yuan looked at Xue Qinghe.

Then he suddenly rose to his feet.

He walked around the broad desk and approached Xue Qinghe step by step.

Xue Qinghe instinctively tried to lean back, only to find the chair back already pressed against his spine. There was nowhere left to retreat.

Tang Yuan stopped in front of Xue Qinghe, far closer than was appropriate.

Close enough that Xue Qinghe could even smell the faint fragrance of grass and trees on Tang Yuan—a scent unique to the Blue Silver King.

Tang Yuan bent down and braced both hands against the chair's armrests, enclosing Xue Qinghe entirely within his shadow.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Tang Yuan lowered his voice, its magnetic vibration slipping straight into Xue Qinghe's ears.

"You seem especially concerned about This King's household affairs?"

Their faces were less than a handspan apart.

Xue Qinghe could even feel the warm breath Tang Yuan exhaled as he spoke brushing across his neck.

That originally fair neck visibly flushed with a faint layer of pink.

Xue Qinghe panicked.

The composure he had maintained through years of disguise cracked at that moment.

His heart began racing uncontrollably, pounding against his chest with heavy thumps.

"T-Tang... Brother Tang is joking."

Xue Qinghe forced himself to remain calm, his gaze drifting as he did not dare meet Tang Yuan's intensely aggressive eyes.

"You are a pillar of the nation, and a King by Other Surname personally bestowed by Father Emperor."

"As the current crown prince, it is only my duty to care for my subjects."

"Besides, Star Luo sending people to seek peace concerns the relations between our two nations. Asking a few more questions was also for the sake of..."

"Is that so?"

Tang Yuan cut off Xue Qinghe's explanation.

His gaze wandered across Xue Qinghe's flawless face, from those long brows to the straight bridge of his nose, finally settling on his pale pink lips.

"Your Highness just said that if you wore women's clothes, you would not be inferior to the Zhu sisters?"

Tang Yuan raised a hand and lightly hooked a strand of Xue Qinghe's hair that had fallen over his chest, winding it around his fingertip.

"This King thinks Your Highness is being too modest."

"With Your Highness's peerless bearing and extraordinary beauty..."

"If you truly changed into women's clothes..."

Tang Yuan leaned close to Xue Qinghe's ear, lowering his voice even further.

"I fear that even the two Zhu sisters together would pale before Your Highness."