He Pingsheng stared at the jade slip held in that fair arm raised high above her, utterly stunned.
She had agreed?
She had accepted?
"Wait..." He Pingsheng said. "Who came to see you?"
"Elder Princess Qinghe!" Qiao Huizhu replied.
He Pingsheng frowned. "Get dressed. Let's get up and talk!"
Amid a rustle of fabric, the two straightened their clothes. After washing up, they sat behind an enormous window in Qiao Huizhu's Clear Feather Palace.
The curtains were drawn back, letting sunlight pour in and flood the room with light.
He Pingsheng and Qiao Huizhu sat facing each other at a small spiritwood table.
"When did Liang Huaqiu come to see you?" He Pingsheng asked, his expression stern.
"A few days ago," Qiao Huizhu said. "She explained the whole story to me. I felt you must really want the Liang Emperor Heavenly Gang. You love me, husband. How could I be so selfish?"
"Never mind making her your senior concubine-even if I had to give her my place as your principal wife, I wouldn't complain!"
"Don't talk nonsense!" He Pingsheng reached out and took the golden jade slip. "You mustn't make decisions like this on your own again!"
As he spoke, he extended his divine sense into the jade slip.
It really was the Liang Emperor Heavenly Gang.
Moreover, a restriction had been placed on it. Once someone read it, its contents would immediately be destroyed.
That meant Qiao Huizhu definitely had not read what was inside.
He Pingsheng read it from beginning to end. Then, with a crack, the jade slip shattered.
The raw rice had already been cooked. Even if he wanted to back out of the trade now, he could not.
"Have you memorized it, husband?" Qiao Huizhu asked, lifting her head.
He Pingsheng nodded.
Qiao Huizhu took