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"How is it? You lost!"
"How can that count? Your Majesty, you're cheating!" I exclaimed, feeling both angry and embarrassed that I, a proud woman of the new century, had been outsmarted by him.
"But you wrote that character yourself! Now tell me, how should I punish you for losing?" He Zheyu suddenly looked like a mischievous child, his eyes sparkling with cunning.
"What kind of punishment does Your Majesty have in mind? Make me copy scriptures? Starve me from dinner? Or keep me awake tonight..." Before I could finish my sentence, He Zheyu firmly pressed his hands against my waist and without a word leaned down to kiss my lips!
I felt a mix of shame and anger, struggling desperately as my body twisted in protest. But I was no match for him; my futile resistance only fueled his possessiveness. His kiss became more intense and domineering, as if he wanted to swallow me whole.
I lost track of time until he finally released me, satisfied. " Zhi Su, this is your punishment for losing!"
"You..." I stared at him in disbelief, but he just patted my hand. " Zhi Su, you are one of the few women I've ever met with such grace and intelligence. I want to confer a title upon you. Whatever title you desire, I can grant it!"
I was so shocked that my eyes nearly popped out. Without considering He Zheyu's expression, I instinctively refused.
I could barely handle being on one boat; how could I possibly straddle two?
Later, I realized what it meant to bring trouble upon myself. Every time he asked me a question, I would answer quickly, leading to one inevitable outcome: he would think I was capable and couldn't do without me.
What a self-inflicted disaster!
I suspected this incident had hurt He Zheyu's feelings. After visiting Qixiang Garden daily before, he hadn't come for several days. Meanwhile, I began to feel restless, pacing back and forth in my room, eagerly hoping that He Zheyang would come to take me away soon and completely sever ties with He Zheyu.
That night, I tossed and turned in bed, restless and agitated by my own thoughts. Finally, I decided to get up, put on some clothes, and step outside for some fresh air.
As I walked a few steps, I noticed a young woman in a plain dress hurriedly making her way toward the Imperial Garden, her expression flustered.
She lifted her skirt and rushed to a tree, stopping there. Just as I hid nearby, I saw her throw herself into the arms of a man beneath the tree.
So she was here for a secret meeting, I thought. Shouldn't women in ancient times be more traditional? How could she dare to meet a man at such a late hour?
I chuckled softly and was about to return to my room when I suddenly froze upon hearing the man's voice.
It was none other than He Zheyang, the one who occupied my thoughts day and night!
Could it be that his feelings for me had all been a lie? But when the woman glanced back unintentionally, I was completely stunned—it was Yun Yao!
Yun Yao looked delicate in He Zheyang's embrace. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that Yun Yao and He Zheyang had this going on. I stood there in shock, as if struck by lightning.
Then I heard Yun Yao's voice coming through in broken fragments: "Su Yang, your acting skills are truly remarkable. Zhi Su has completely fallen for you. Our plan is about to come to fruition."
Acting? So He Zheyang never loved me; he approached me solely for their scheme!
It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me, sending chills through my bones. My body trembled involuntarily, and my face turned pale in an instant.
No wonder I had always been just a second-rate actor; there would always be someone better than me.
In a moment of distraction, I accidentally bumped into the flower pot by my feet, causing it to clatter loudly. I jumped in surprise.
"Who?" He Zheyang asked, his fists clenched and eyes filled with vigilance as he quickly approached me. When he saw the sorrow in my eyes, he paused, his steps halting abruptly. "It's you?"
Yun Yao then sauntered over, and upon seeing my pained expression, she smiled smugly. "So you've heard, have you? The one Su Yang has always loved is me. You're just a pawn in our game."
"Yun Yao! What are you talking about?" He Zheyang snapped, his voice laced with anger as he turned to glare at her.
No! I pressed my hands tightly over my ears, shaking my head vigorously, desperate not to hear another word from them. I turned and ran swiftly into the house, tears streaming down my face despite my efforts to hold them back, my steps unsteady.
He Zheyang stared at my retreating figure for a long time before turning to Yun Yao, his teeth clenched and eyes blazing with fury. "Why did you say that? You knew she was hiding here, didn't you?"
Yun Yao was pleased with her earlier words. She raised her chin and met He Zheyang's furious gaze head-on. "Of course! If I say that, she'll hate you. It's as simple as that; one sentence can keep you two apart. Why wouldn't I say it?"
Yun Yao's father was a powerful minister from the previous dynasty, using his influence to elevate her to the position of Consort.
But Yun Yao did not love He Zheyu; she loved He Zheyang.
She had once confessed her feelings to him and offered to help him seize the throne, as long as she could be his queen in the end. Although the temptation of power was great, He Zheyang did not love her and had always kept his distance.
The only reason he would meet with Yun Yao at night was because she occasionally brought him important documents from He Zheyu. Today, as soon as I emerged, Yun Yao noticed me; she knew we had feelings for each other and thus resorted to this tactic.
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