"You're talking nonsense. Qingqing loves me."
Ye Yubei's fingers gradually tightened, and Consort Shu's face grew paler and paler. By the end, even her breathing had become labored. Ye Yubei abruptly released her.
Consort Shu sat on the floor, gasping for air, her chest heaving violently. For an instant, she had thought Ye Yubei meant to kill her.
"You want to die, but I won't grant your wish. The King of Yue must have received word of your pregnancy by now. He must be itching to strike back. What a fool he is, too, all for a woman..."
As Ye Yubei spoke, he suddenly lifted her chin, his voice chilling her to the bone. "Consort Shu, tell me, will the two of you still be able to be a pair of doomed lovers then?"
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, this was all my fault. I seduced Prince Yue! Please spare Prince Yue, Your Majesty. He is only an idle prince. For my sake..."
Panic flashed across Consort Shu's face. She seized Ye Yubei's hand and pleaded with him humbly.
"He is consumed by ambition. He secretly excavated mines and manufactured crossbows and weapons. I've known about it for a long time. He is more dangerous than the Prince of Yan. I never expected leverage like this to fall into my hands."
Ye Yubei wanted to properly thank his precious daughter. What a wonderful daughter she was. Had Tang Tang not helped him uncover this secret, he would never have forced the King of Yue to make his move so soon.
The Lu Family... I can take this opportunity to deal with them as well.
The Empress... It's time to settle that entire account, too.
Ye Yubei turned and left, the hem of his robe tracing a cold arc through the air.