Chapter 27: I Want You.

Compared to the man’s large palm, the cat’s body was far too small. Yun Huan struggled briefly, then slipped like flowing water from his grasp, landing on the ground and transforming back into human form.

Chu Tingyan watched her calmly, showing no surprise.

What do you actually want? Yun Huan forgot to use honorifics in her distress, her eyes red-rimmed as she spoke.

Chu Tingyan: To marry you.

Having been seen in both human and cat forms by Chu Tingyan, Yun Huan felt her life was hanging by a thread. Abandoning all pretense, she blurted out recklessly, What have I done to make you want to marry me?

What have you done? Chu Tingyan repeated her words coldly. You actually know what you’ve done?

His gaze fell upon Yun Huan’s face: What have you been doing these past six months?

Yun Huan followed his line of thought and recalled, shuddering involuntarily.

Heh heh heh.

Every day she would transform into a cat, running to Chu Tingyan’s side to act cute and beg for food. Occasionally, when in high spirits, she would jump into his lap and purr, only to smile at Li Yan the next day in human form.

Most critically, whether Chu Tingyan was in his bedchambers, the Imperial Guards’ courtyard, or the Library Pavilion, she would appear without fail like clockwork, happily believing she was successfully distributing her affection equally, not neglecting any of her caretakers.

Thinking about it this way, no wonder he misunderstood.

I’m doomed.

Chu Tingyan stared at Yun Huan’s face, not missing even the slightest change in expression.

He had thought—

He had thought her frequent transformations into a cat to visit him meant she cared for him, that she couldn’t let him go.

He had thought he had received her wholehearted love and dependence.

Who would have guessed she treated him as three different people, practicing some kind of equal affection distribution! It was all his wishful thinking!

These thoughts were too humiliating. Chu Tingyan gritted his teeth, keeping them to himself.

…It’s only been a few months, not half a year. The rebuttal came too late as Yun Huan spoke timidly.

Chu Tingyan laughed in exasperation, yet grew calmer instead. So you never liked me? Or you don’t want to marry me?

Of course she didn’t want to marry him.

Yun Huan took several deep breaths before speaking: Your Highness…

Don’t call me Your Highness. Chu Tingyan cut her off for the second time.

He looked directly at her as if he could see into the depths of her heart.

Yun Huan turned her head away, but Chu Tingyan pressed: In your heart, am I only ‘Your Highness’?

Were all those maidenly shy moments, those times she asked him to admire her makeup with playful charm—were they all fake?

His gaze gradually sharpened, making it impossible to meet his eyes.

Then who are you? Yun Huan couldn’t hold back anymore, looking up at him. The person I know is that guard Li Yan. The person I wanted to meet today was also Li Yan. But you’re not Li Yan, so who are you? Today I asked you here originally to return the hairpin to Li Yan, not wanting to disappoint his thoughtful gesture. Since there never was such a person as Li Yan in this world, please accept it on his behalf, Your Highness!

Chu Tingyan: …

Who are you? she dragged out her words. Your Highness?

She threw the golden hairpin through the air toward him. Chu Tingyan caught it swiftly.

He softened his voice to coax her: It was my fault. You didn’t disappoint my thoughtful gesture. We each kept one thing from the other—let’s consider it even, alright?

His light tone made it clear that if Yun Huan would just nod, they could move past this. But Yun Huan shook her head.

Yun Huan had heard snippets about the Crown Prince’s impending marriage. It was said the Empress had already ordered the treasury opened to prepare betrothal gifts and dowries. At the time, a few young palace maids had whispered among themselves, wondering why the Empress hadn’t invited noble daughters to the palace for the Crown Prince’s consort selection before jumping straight to betrothal preparations. Had the candidate been decided privately?

Yun Huan dismissed it from her mind, never imagining she would become the designated Crown Princess. Now she had only one thought: how utterly absurd.

How had she inexplicably caught the Crown Prince’s eye? How had she inexplicably become the Crown Princess?

From beginning to end, had anyone ever consulted her?

Why not? Chu Tingyan suppressed his irritation. Is there someone else in your heart? Or are you worried I’m just momentarily infatuated in my youth and will abandon you later?

Yun Huan shook her head.

Fine, even if you don’t trust me—I’ve already convinced Father Emperor and Mother Empress. You’ll be the properly wedded Crown Princess with dignity and honor. If I ever entertain thoughts of taking concubines, you can take the Phoenix Seal to Mother Empress or the court officials. Memorials criticizing me would rain down like arrows. Even if I developed such intentions, I couldn’t act recklessly. Is that sufficient enough for you?

Hearts change as easily as water, human connections are as fragile as paper—temporary promises and deep affections are unreliable. Did Yun Huan harbor such concerns? Having grown up in aristocratic circles, Chu Tingyan had witnessed many things. He wasn’t that kind of man, but he understood Yun Huan’s worries were natural. Therefore, before informing Yun Huan, he had secured parental consent and matchmaker arrangements to avoid complicating her situation.

A man should provide assurance to his wife and children—how else could he stand tall without regret?

This had always been Chu Tingyan’s belief. He disliked empty promises without substance.

Yun Huan laughed in exasperation. Have you ever heard of any Crown Princess being the last to know about her own wedding?

Chu Tingyan: I thought you knew!

Yun Huan glared up at him. I didn’t know! It’s all a misunderstanding! You’re all clever people! I’m not!

He knew, the Empress knew, even Mo Gugu knew—only she remained foolishly kept in the dark. Even after being transferred to the Inner Palace, she remained clueless about the reasons, uncertain which deity to worship.

Clever people often assumed many things needn’t be said explicitly, that everything could be understood without words.

But that wasn’t true.

She wished she could tear open her heart to tell Chu Tingyan it was all a misunderstanding—that she never intended to climb social ranks deliberately. But her expression, in Chu Tingyan’s eyes, signaled complete rejection.

If she just nodded, she would become the Crown Princess, future mother of the nation. Chu Tingyan couldn’t comprehend her reluctance.

Are you telling me you never liked me at all? That it was all my wishful thinking? he gritted out.

Yun Huan hardly dared look at Chu Tingyan’s expression. She didn’t answer.

Sometimes silence implies consent.

In that moment, Chu Tingyan almost hated her.

Yes—it was his wishful thinking. He unilaterally decided on Yun Huan, obstinately insisted on making her Crown Princess, and most ridiculously, Yun Huan never entertained such thoughts.

The King pines while the Goddess remains unmoved—what a poignant, tragic farce!

And he was the only performer!

Yun Huan turned her face away.

Still young and soft-hearted, she didn’t realize sometimes a single gesture could reveal heaven’s secrets. Chu Tingyan suddenly laughed.

Then why did you specifically summon ‘me’ here today? Don’t give me nonsense about how I’m not Li Yan, Chu Tingyan said.

During their heated argument, Yun Huan kept mentioning Li Yan while vehemently denying everything, straining with tension as if afraid any clue might be discovered—if she had truly been indifferent from the start, she wouldn’t have cared about the distinction between Li Yan and Chu Tingyan at all.

Yun Huan didn’t know what expression to wear.

Should she say this was to be expected from a general star skilled in leading surprise attacks? Following just one thread, he could unravel the entire mystery, sharply dissecting the truth.

He was right.

If she hadn’t felt even a vague fondness for Li Yan, she would never have accepted that hairpin, nor would she have deliberated so much, specifically asking Li Yan to come for a face-to-face meeting to return it. Wouldn’t it have been simpler to just send someone to deliver it—she herself hadn’t even realized this, yet Chu Tingyan had pointed it out first.

She truly didn’t want to marry, but she also truly liked him.

Even if… it was just a faint, hazy liking.

The person before her was too perceptive. Yun Huan had nothing to say.

A slight smile touched Chu Tingyan’s lips as he pressed his advantage: Then isn’t this good? I’ve resolved the marriage matter. No one will trouble you anymore. You needn’t worry.

No, Yun Huan said.

…Then why? Chu Tingyan asked.

Chu Tingyan, your life has been too smooth, Yun Huan said.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but each word fell clear and distinct upon the ear. For the first time, she used a trembling voice to speak the name of the current Crown Prince.

Because everything has been too smooth for you, nothing presents a difficulty before you, no one does, Yun Huan said, Not even me.

Because everything came too easily, family background wasn’t an issue, origins weren’t an issue, having once been a palace maid wasn’t an issue; potential criticism from the world wasn’t an issue, those hidden doubts weren’t an issue—

As long as the Crown Prince had decided, he could override all objections, sweep away every obstacle, present her with the finest things under heaven, and raise her to the most honored position until no one could question it. Without doubt, he possessed this capability.

And precisely because everything came too easily, he had never even considered that Yun Huan might refuse, unilaterally believing they were already of one heart, that since they knew, no further confirmation was needed.

…I thought you knew, Chu Tingyan said.

It was a somewhat feeble defense, yet he spoke the truth. He thought Yun Huan cherished him, and coincidentally he cherished her too, so he had committed wholeheartedly without even thinking to confirm it again.

Young love was like this—always giving everything too early, offering one’s sincere heart.

Even though he was a young hero who could lead troops across thousands of miles, who could strategize in complex court politics, when it came to matters of affection, he remained a somewhat clumsy youth.

Both spoke the truth, and thus there was nothing left to say.

Isn’t it good? Chu Tingyan asked, Don’t you like me?

Like an obsessive child, he stubbornly repeated the same question over and over, wanting an answer.

Yun Huan had no answer to give.

Because love wasn’t a true-or-false question.

Chu Tingyan asked again: Do you dare say you don’t like me?

He was considerably taller than Yun Huan, forcing her to tilt her head back to look at him. From this angle, Chu Tingyan’s high, prominent brow bone became apparent, giving a slight impression of brows pressing down on eyes, which carried a strong sense of oppression.

Chu Tingyan took another step closer, relentless and pressing for answers.

I told you, it’s Li Yan I love! Yun Huan, pushed to her limit, shouted recklessly. Yes, so what if I once had feelings for you? I want Li Yan, not the Crown Prince! Give that Li Yan back to me!

So what if she had once felt a vague fondness for Chu Tingyan? That affection was for Li Yan, not for the Crown Prince. What right did he have to use his authority as the Crown Prince to pressure her?

So fierce! So detestable!

Only after shouting those harsh words did Yun Huan taste a shred of brutal catharsis.

Fine. Very well. Chu Tingyan’s jaw tightened as he gave a curt nod.

Where have you hidden Li Yan? Tell me! Unable to push him away, Yun Huan grabbed a vase from the side table and threw it at him.

Unfortunately, it was filled with water. Only after releasing it did she realize she had misjudged its weight, sending the vase flying erratically.

Chu Tingyan raised his arm to block it. With a sharp crash, flowers scattered across the floor, water splashing everywhere. Chu Tingyan was drenched, and water continued to pool on the floor. Ignoring his own state, he pulled Yun Huan to a dry spot without a word.

Your Highness? Your Highness? The clear sound of shattering had been heard outside the door. Full of concern, the knocking grew urgent.

Chu Tingyan had locked the door, and those outside, intimidated by the Crown Prince’s authority, dared not break in immediately.

Only then did Yun Huan recognize Mo Gugu’s voice, evidence that she had been completely enraged earlier, too distraught to even notice who was outside.

Your Highness, Mo Gugu paused briefly, her tone turning stern. Her Majesty the Empress is on her way here. No matter what, do not act rashly. By our dynasty’s rules, this is Danfeng Palace—you must not do anything improper. Open the door first.

I know, Chu Tingyan said.

He glanced at Yun Huan, noting that she was dry and her clothing remained presentable, though her chest heaved with angry breaths. Turning, he opened the door.

Your Highness! Mo Gugu entered with two palace maids. One gasped, Why are you all wet?

At this moment, Chu Tingyan was far more disheveled than Yun Huan—soaked through, with several bloody scratches on his wrist. He silently lifted his gaze toward the maid, who immediately fell quiet.

The hall fell into dead silence.

It’s nothing, Chu Tingyan said. I will change clothes first and then pay respects to Mother Empress.

His voice had regained its calm composure.

Mo Gugu, true to her years of trained service as a senior palace maid, swiftly adjusted her expression despite the chaotic scene. She first separated the two, allowing both Chu Tingyan and Yun Huan to calm down.

Chu Tingyan swept his robe aside and left.

Come with me first. Mo Gugu took Yun Huan’s hand and led her to another room.

She didn’t scold or question her, only offered a few simple words of comfort. Yun Huan, still too agitated to fully listen, obediently lowered her head and followed.

Along the way, complex, scrutinizing gazes met them continuously. With Mo Gugu present, palace protocols prevented anyone from speaking, but those stares felt tangible—like fine, invasive needles pricking Yun Huan all over.

Once inside the room, Yun Huan looked around and realized Mo Gugu had brought her back to her own quarters.

The familiar furnishings helped calm her somewhat. Only then did Yun Huan’s tears begin to fall belatedly. She lowered her head and wiped her face.

Her touch was met with coldness.

Rest here for now, Mo Gugu said after looking her over thoroughly. Finding no bruises or injuries on her body, not even a disheveled hem, she sighed and spoke softly to Yun Huan. I won’t question you now, but later… the Empress wishes to see you.

Yun Huan nodded.

No wonder the Empress was coming personally—the Crown Prince had argued so fiercely with his future Crown Princess. And this future Crown Princess was merely a palace maid, yet the Crown Prince had inexplicably set his heart on her. Just thinking about it made Yun Huan realize how furious the Empress must be, and she dreaded what kind of stormy wrath might follow.

Sit for now. I’ll have someone fetch water for you, Mo Gugu said. Take a moment to compose yourself. There’s no hurry.

The younger maids who couldn’t handle pressure had been sent away earlier. Those waiting outside were all capable senior maids. With a wave of her hand, one entered, poured water from a pitcher into a bronze basin, and silently wrung out a warm towel before handing it to Yun Huan.

Yun Huan finally spoke her first words since entering the room: Thank you.

No one would dare eavesdrop at a time like this. Mo Gugu leaned closer and continued, This isn’t the previous dynasty, and Her Majesty isn’t that kind of ruler. If there’s any bullying, coercion, or intimidation involved, she will address it. Although… don’t be afraid. Just speak the truth.

Thank you, Mo Gugu, Yun Huan whispered, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum.

Mo Gugu had other matters to attend to and couldn’t stay long. She sighed once more. Rest here. I’ll leave two maids to keep you company. Ask them for anything you need.

After stepping out, Mo Gugu glanced back. Yun Huan remained seated with her head bowed, motionless. Slightly reassured but still cautious, she quietly instructed the maids beside her, You two stay with her properly. It would be best to engage her in conversation. Stay alert and keep your eyes wide open. If she wishes to freshen up, help her with the bronze mirror and hairpins—don’t let her exert herself. As for any sharp objects, like scissors, keep them far away. If anything happens to her, you won’t be serving in the palace any longer!

Though her tone was gentle in the last sentence, it was stern. The two maids quickly bowed their heads in acknowledgment.

After Mo Gugu left, the two maids entered. Yun Huan, having just cried, still had blurred vision. She looked up and recognized them as Yulan and Bi Tao.

Both were trusted aides of Mo Gugu.

With two maids inside and several others stationed outside, it was clear they were prepared for any emergency, ensuring help was readily available.

You’ve washed your face. Shall I apply some rouge for you? Yulan sat beside her, softening her voice.

Bi Tao watched from the side without speaking.

I’m just a palace maid, and it’s not a festival or special occasion today. Why would I wear rouge? It’s against palace rules—Mo Gugu would be angry, Yun Huan replied with a laugh that held no mirth.

What nonsense are you talking? Just a little bit, no one will notice, Yulan chuckled, then waved at Bi Tao, signaling her to come closer.

Bi Tao acted as if she hadn’t seen and remained rooted in place.

Yulan sighed. Then let me fetch a boiled egg to soothe your eyes? It wouldn’t look good if they’re swollen. No matter what, we must present ourselves properly later.

Yun Huan nodded.

I’ll go get it, Bi Tao said.

Yulan agreed and urged her to be quick.

Bi Tao returned with a bundle containing not only boiled eggs but likely other items as well. She placed it on the daybed and began untying it when Yulan, who had been sitting with her, rose and moved to the dressing table, carefully gathering all the sharp hairpins with gentle precision.

After scanning the room and finding no scissors, she abandoned the task.

Yun Huan watched with amusement—did they truly think she would attempt suicide now? If the Empress were enraged, she might not even bother hearing explanations before sending Yun Huan straight to the underworld. Such precautions seemed unnecessary.

Why rush death? She wasn’t the impulsive type to jostle for position at the gates of hell. If anything, she preferred to delay the inevitable.

Bi Tao tilted her head, studying Yun Huan intently before suddenly remarking, You still have the heart to laugh at a time like this.

Yun Huan stared back blankly.

Feeling proud, aren’t you? Clinging to the Crown Prince’s high branch, Bi Tao whispered bitterly. Meanwhile, I foolishly struggled to prove myself to Mo Gugu. Who knew you’d take a shortcut!

No wonder… no wonder it was always you reviewing the finished embroidery, even though I’m the skilled one! When I asked about His Highness’s temperament, you claimed ignorance—were you secretly mocking my stupidity then?

Tears glistened in Bi Tao’s eyes as she spat, It’s always like this. No matter how hard we strive, we never match an ounce of your luck! Or perhaps it’s not luck—just your innate cunning! I’m too dull, too unlike your cleverness. That’s why I never made first-rank maid!

What’s going on? Yulan hurried over from across the room upon hearing the tension.

Bi Tao flung a dark blue garment from the bundle at Yun Huan. Since you’ve climbed so high, you handle this task. Why should I exhaust myself running about like a fool?

Her throw went wild in her agitation—the robe billowed open, half draping over the daybed and half pooling on the floor.

Yun Huan’s lips twitched, but no words came. When Mo Gugu assigned her to mend clothes under the guise of assessing needlework, she truly knew nothing. She and Bi Tao had always worked separately—one indoors, one out—with no rivalry between them. The first-rank maid selection had nothing to do with the other girl.

But explanations felt pointless now.

Enough! Have you grown a leopard’s courage? Yulan snapped.

Sister, what are you afraid of? Bi Tao sneered, raking Yun Huan with a contemptuous glance. Can’t you see? Her cleverness became her downfall. She overreached by clinging to the Crown Prince and provoked his wrath. Why fear a dead woman walking?

Silence! Yulan commanded sharply.

Sister Yulan, I need air. I’ll swap shifts with someone outside and return shortly. Bi Tao curtseyed abruptly and strode out without looking back.

Originally off-duty, she’d been summoned by Mo Gugu when chaos erupted. Though palace restrictions on movement remained, her seniority granted some privilege—after signing out at the hall entrance, she could briefly leave during rest periods.

Bi Tao pushed the door open and left, and another palace maid entered.

Yulan picked up the clothes, folded them neatly, and sat down beside her, cautiously comforting her: Don’t listen to her nonsense. Her Majesty is wise and discerning, and would never wrong anyone unjustly. She surely knows you are innocent.

Yet Yun Huan saw clearly that deep within Yulan’s eyes lay a well-concealed trace of sympathy.

She shook her head with a faint smile and remained silent.

After comforting her for a few words, Yulan used an egg to gently roll over her eyes. When finished, she said, If you don’t feel like talking, I’ll just sit quietly here with you for a while.

Yun Huan nodded. Thank you.

It’s nothing, Yulan smiled.

The newly assigned palace maid behind them didn’t even dare to breathe loudly. Standing on either side of Yun Huan with Yulan, their attention remained fixed on her, even handing her water directly when she wanted to drink.

Some time later, Bi Tao returned after her walk, standing alone in the room as if no one else existed, ignoring anyone who called her.

Yulan suggested she go out and rest, but Bi Tao remained motionless and silent. Yulan shook her head and said nothing more, simply sitting quietly beside Yun Huan.

Moments later, someone knocked gently on the door: Miss Yun, the Empress is in the main hall and summons you.

Yun Huan stood up, smoothing her skirt. Let’s go.

Wait a moment, Yulan also rose, adjusting her hair. There, now we can go.

Yulan and Bi Tao accompanied her out the door. Yulan whispered in her ear, Everything will be fine.

Bi Tao remained silent, swinging her arms with slightly exaggerated movements, her footsteps heavy.

As they reached the corridor near the main hall, Yun Huan spotted a familiar figure.

It was Chu Tingyan.

Clearly waiting for her, Chu Tingyan fell into step beside her once she approached.

Their footsteps silent, Yulan and Bi Tao quietly retreated behind them. Paying them no mind, Chu Tingyan glanced at her and said in a low voice, Don’t deny anything I say later. No matter what they ask you, put the blame on me, understand?

With only a few steps remaining, his words were brief, carrying the concise, steady tone of someone accustomed to giving orders, leaving no room for doubt.

Yun Huan didn’t respond. Chu Tingyan glanced at her to confirm she had heard.

The tall threshold of the main hall loomed before them. Walking in side by side with the Crown Prince would be inappropriate, so Yun Huan deliberately slowed her pace, pausing briefly before the threshold.

As she slowed, Bi Tao and Yulan returned to her sides, Bi Tao on the left and Yulan on the right.

Suddenly, Bi Tao turned her head and gave Yun Huan a strange look, then quickly looked away. The hairs on Yun Huan’s neck stood up, and she instinctively leaned back, noticing Bi Tao’s stiff movements and piercing, intense gaze that seemed somewhat frightening.

But the glance was fleeting, leaving no time for further thought. Lifting her skirt, Yun Huan stepped over the threshold.

Greetings to Father Emperor, Mother Empress.

Your Majesty, Your Highness.

Rise, came a voice from the throne ahead.

Yun Huan was inwardly startled, not expecting both the Emperor and Empress to be present.

It was already afternoon, with slanted sunlight streaming through the lattice windows, illuminating tiny dust particles in the air. Two figures sat on the elevated throne. Yun Huan stood straight, keeping her eyes downcast, avoiding direct gaze at the high seat.

Father Emperor… Chu Tingyan began.

He rarely used such formal address. Interrupted, the Emperor sighed. Come closer, sit.

Yes, Chu Tingyan changed his address. Father.

They moved forward together toward two cushions. Yun Huan pressed down her skirt, preparing to kneel.

A sharp crack came from the left, like something snapping.

At that moment, something unexpected suddenly occurred!

Bi Tao suddenly arched her neck and lunged forward, her body twisting in a manner utterly inhuman, like an arrow released from its bow, charging fiercely upward.

Chu Tingyan reacted swiftly, his gaze sharpening as he pushed Yun Huan aside and rushed forward.

Assassin! Protect His Majesty!

An imperial guard drew his sword and shouted, but Bi Tao did not pause. The blade struck her arm, producing an eerie metallic clang as if it posed no hindrance at all.

Yun Huan, pushed to the ground, looked up in a daze.

With a sharp crack, Bi Tao’s left arm was severed and fell to the ground. She seemed oblivious to the pain, abruptly twisting her body 180 degrees and struggling to break free in the opposite direction.

This was no ordinary assassin—it was a Demon!

Chu Tingyan instinctively reached for his waist, but today he was in Danfeng Palace and carried no sword. In a split second, he pressed against the table before him, leveraging the force to leap forward, snatch a guard’s sword, and thrust it fiercely.

Sapphire-blue blood dripped onto the ground as Bi Tao suddenly gaped wide, emitting a piercing shriek. Her back split open, the human skin sliding off like melted wax, while a misty white shadow floated into the air.

A spy from the Demon Clan, Chu Tingyan declared, slashing sharply with his sword before turning to ask, Has this palace maid left the palace recently?

Yes, Bi Tao had just left Danfeng Palace… Yun Huan stared at the human-shaped form on the ground, unsure of what to say.

Sometimes, the bond between people lasts only a brief moment. Someone she had spoken with face-to-face was gone just like that. In mere seconds, when Bi Tao returned from the Imperial Garden and stood by her side again, Yun Huan hadn’t even realized the body now housed a different being.

She still remembered Bi Tao’s sharp, sarcastic demeanor—back when she was still alive.

There are Demons capable of mimicking human voices, transparent and formless, often dwelling on human backs, skilled at concealing their tracks, emitting no Demon Qi. Once they possess a host, they pass through Restrictions as if unimpeded… Only during combat does their Demon Qi leak, undetectable except by the Heavenly Eye or Heavenly Ears.

The final spy they needed to capture was precisely the type of Demon he had previously found recorded in the Compendium of Demons in the Library Pavilion. So meticulously hidden, only now possessing a human to cause harm—no wonder its traces had remained elusive until now.

Chu Tingyan let out a cold smirk and thrust his sword forward.

The blazing sword light pressed the shadow down from the air, cleaving it in two. Moments later, the shadow weakened, no longer as solid as before, yet it drifted and coalesced once more.

The Emperor calmly raised a hand, ordering the Empress to be escorted away. Well-trained guards stepped forward, forming a formation with Chu Tingyan.

Suddenly, the shadow screamed hoarsely, Princess—

Within the encirclement, the featureless face abruptly lunged forward, aimed directly at Yun Huan.

Yun Huan shuddered as countless eyes instantly turned toward her.

Princess, you are the noble Nineteenth Imperial Princess of Great Xia! I have come here for you!

The voice was so shrill it seemed on the verge of tearing apart, yet every word rang clear: Princess, I and the thousand Demons under my command are willing to serve as your vanguard, to slay the false Emperor and restore Great Xia!

Two sturdy maids cautiously approached, but Yun Huan cried out, I am not! I have no such intentions!

Perhaps the princess is too young to remember clearly, but you were born with a plum blossom birthmark on your wrist, easily recognizable, the shadow twisted and dissipated, its voice still shrill. Our Great Xia’s restoration plan will be realized within two years. There’s no need for the princess to worry or conceal your identity.

The shadow struggled to maintain form, emitting piercing shrieks in all directions with its remaining strength. Yun Huan frowned; within those chaotic noises undetectable to ordinary ears, seemed to lurk ominous signals.

Chu Tingyan swung his sword again, cleaving the shadow completely in two. Its voice weakened considerably: Princess… fear not… we have already assembled an army in Shu territory. Someone will soon come to escort you from the palace! This humble servant willingly dies to restore the last bloodline of Great Xia!

What demonic evil dares spread such seditious lies? Chu Tingyan said sternly.

With one final sword strike, the shadow finally dissipated completely. Before vanishing entirely, it used its last vestiges of power to plunge into Bi Tao’s corpse, contorting the rigid body into a kneeling kowtow position, reverently bowing toward Yun Huan.

With a sharp clang, the long sword embedded itself an inch into the ground. The shadow finally fell silent.

The hall descended into momentary stillness.

Chu Tingyan withdrew his sword and bowed respectfully toward the throne: I await Father Emperor’s instructions.

Clean this up first, the Emperor said.

Two sturdy martial maids approached again. Yun Huan shook her head: I truly am not!

During the earlier chaos, she had fallen to the ground, her sleeves rolling up to reveal a section of pale wrist. The snow-white skin bore no plum blossom birthmark, only a faint scar from an old burn healing – visible to all present.

Yet the martial maids grew more suspicious, glancing uncertainly toward the throne as they awaited orders.

Guards moved busily yet systematically to clean the scene. Some silently secured the hall’s doors and windows, hands resting on their sword hilts. Others subtly formed protective positions around the throne, their sharp gazes fixed motionless on Yun Huan’s face.

In this delicate and extremely thrilling atmosphere, Chu Tingyan seemed completely unaware. After wiping his sword clean, he casually handed it to a guard and strode over to help Yun Huan up: Don’t take a spy’s baseless claims to heart. Father and Mother should rest awhile. She appears quite frightened – after the hall is cleaned, I’ll bring her to explain to Father and Mother…

Chu Tingyan! the Emperor roared.

Father, Chu Tingyan bowed respectfully upward, your son knows what he’s doing.

Everyone out. Close the hall doors, the Emperor suddenly commanded.

Though confused, the guards and martial maids all withdrew according to orders. The Crown Prince had just demonstrated his prowess by slaying the demon with one sword stroke – his skills were sufficient to protect the Emperor. Even if that suspicious former dynasty princess inside were to suddenly attack, it likely wouldn’t pose serious danger.

I’ll give you one more chance, the Emperor pointed at Chu Tingyan.

Then I beg Father to grant your son one more opportunity to explain, Chu Tingyan said. Your son knows what he’s doing and wouldn’t joke about matters of state…

What exactly do you know? The Emperor seemed on the verge of furious outburst, cutting him off sharply while pointing at Yun Huan. You wanted to make a palace maid your Crown Princess – I permitted it. When this spectacle occurred in public, the Empress and I agreed to give you another chance to explain – I consented. But she is—

She is my future Crown Princess. Chu Tingyan interjected before the Emperor could finish speaking, his expression unchanged.

The Emperor’s face darkened, remaining silent for a long while.

Chu Tingyan neither avoided nor flinched, lifting his head to gaze directly at the throne.

Say that again to your Emperor?

She is my future Crown Princess. Chu Tingyan knelt properly and repeated his answer, neither adding nor omitting a single word.

Wretched creature! the Emperor exploded. You stubbornly persist in this folly, utterly bewitched by mere feminine charms. You should know your Mother and I have more than one son! We don’t necessarily need you to be Crown Prince!

As a founding emperor who had once conquered the realm, though now too valuable to risk in battle—hence sending Chu Tingyan to lead the campaign in his stead—his rage overwhelmed him. He snatched the paperweight from his desk and hurled it downward.

Yun Huan and Chu Tingyan stood quite close to the throne, close enough to hear the rustle of sleeves through the air.

Having military origins, the Emperor’s aim was true. The paperweight flew straight toward Chu Tingyan. Despite displaying exceptional skill while fighting assassins earlier, Chu Tingyan now remained kneeling and took the blow without dodging. The paperweight clattered to the floor, blood trickling down from his temple.

Chu Tingyan remained kneeling ramrod straight, neither moving nor speaking.

I can depose a Crown Prince! When that time comes, you can cling to this woman in your deposed prince’s residence for all I care!

As the Emperor reached for an inkstone to throw next, the Empress gently shook her head and finally spoke in a soft voice: Your Majesty.

At just that single address, the Emperor released his grip and said coldly, I’ll grant your mother this courtesy.

Thank you, Father Emperor. Thank you, Mother Empress.

Go, said the Emperor. I give you fifteen minutes to clean yourself up and change clothes. If your explanation proves unsatisfactory, I’ll immediately summon the Imperial Secretary to draft the decree for your deposition!

As you command. Chu Tingyan bowed, then rose and casually grasped Yun Huan’s wrist, leading her out.

Yun Huan’s legs still felt somewhat weak, but Chu Tingyan’s hand remained steady. Without bothering to choose a specific location, he selected the nearest side hall, brought Yun Huan inside, and closed the door behind them.

Sit, he told Yun Huan.

Only now could one see Chu Tingyan was still angry—his face tense, his voice cold.

A palace maid brought a medical kit and asked if he wanted to change into clean clothes. Chu Tingyan waved her away, refusing both the change of clothes and proper bandaging. He simply took a piece of linen cloth, pressed it casually against his wound, and sat back down beside Yun Huan.

The palace maid silently withdrew from the side hall. Yun Huan said, Have you gone mad? Do you truly wish to become a deposed Crown Prince?

Chu Tingyan seemed amused by her words, the corner of his mouth lifting almost imperceptibly.

It seems now you can only marry me, he said, looking at Yun Huan. Crown Princess.

You’re joking at a time like this? Yun Huan couldn’t comprehend how this man’s mind worked, whether he was truly clear-headed or actually intended to become that worthless deposed Crown Prince. I…

Then are you the former dynasty’s princess? Chu Tingyan cut her off, smoothly posing the question.

I’m not, truly not! The mark on my wrist is from a burn, merely a coincidence—you saw it yourself that day! Yun Huan shook her head vehemently, but as she did so, tears began glistening in her eyes.

Her denial seemed insufficient to convince anyone. Earlier in the main hall, the Demon Clan assassin who had openly attempted to kill the Emperor had personally identified her as the former dynasty’s princess and vowed to rally demons to restore her kingdom.

Throughout history, countless banners of restoration have been raised under the banner of former dynasties’ bloodlines. Whether her identity as the Nineteenth Princess was genuine didn’t matter at all—what mattered was that the demons gathering in Shu recognized it.

She truly felt she wouldn’t have enough heads to lose even if she had a hundred.

What wretched luck I’ve brought upon myself! Yun Huan exclaimed.

No, you’re exactly what’s needed, Chu Tingyan stated calmly.

Yun Huan stared at him in disbelief. Have you truly lost your mind? Do you realize I’m a half—

Shh. Chu Tingyan raised his hand gently but firmly, pressing his palm against her lips to silence the unspoken words.

Yun Huan fell silent, yet her eyes clearly conveyed the message:

Have you gone mad?

She was both a half-demon and a suspected former dynasty princess, her hidden identities piling up like stacked buffs. The most straightforward solution would be to execute her with a single stroke of the blade.

To be honest, if she were the Emperor, she’d have ordered the execution too.

Who else in the palace knows about you? Chu Tingyan asked. Have you told anyone else?

Yun Huan shook her head vigorously.

Who would casually share matters that could cost them their head? She had always been extremely cautious, keeping everything tightly concealed—except from Chu Tingyan, that is.

Damn it all, how were this man’s eyes sharper than an eagle’s?

Yun Huan shot him a glare.

Chu Tingyan remained unperturbed, shifting his sitting position. Good.

Strictly speaking, being a former dynasty princess isn’t inherently taboo, Chu Tingyan explained. The Xia Dynasty is three regimes removed now, after three successive transitions. Who among the common folk still remembers the last emperor of Xia? It’s merely a group of stubborn demons gathering in Shu, using a tiger’s skin as their banner—nothing but a disorderly mob.His analysis was meticulous and exceptionally calm, his face revealing a cold decisiveness. Yun Huan swallowed her retort and listened quietly.

‘Former dynasty princess’ is merely a banner—they can use it, and so can I, Chu Tingyan said. Fortunately, you are the princess.

Yun Huan’s eyes widened slightly.

She already understood Chu Tingyan’s meaning. Since ancient times, it hadn’t been unusual for new dynasties’ imperial families to take former dynasty princesses as wives.

Often, the marriage of a former dynasty princess symbolized the seemingly peaceful transfer of power, demonstrating the new regime’s successful takeover and ability to win over factions from the previous dynasty.

Even if her identity as the former dynasty princess was fabricated, as long as the rebel forces in Shu recognized it, she could instead be utilized by the current dynasty.

If she were willing to publicly marry the current Crown Prince, a significant portion of the forces would hesitate between sides, even leaning toward the new dynasty—If even a former dynasty princess can find refuge here, why not us? The finest birds choose the best trees to nest in, and capable generals select wise rulers to serve—such is the way of the world.

This was precisely Chu Tingyan’s scheme.

Though he made it sound simple, the matter involved intricate complexities and numerous variables, requiring immense time and effort—far from the understatement he portrayed. Yet Chu Tingyan was a naturally ambitious controller, determined to claim everything he desired. He believed the highest fruits were worth the most arduous efforts—and he would clear all obstacles in his path.

He intended to claim both the beauty and the empire.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Chu Tingyan took Yun Huan’s hand, examined it briefly, then suddenly raised his eyebrows: Mine now.

Yun Huan pulled her hand back and slapped him.

Chu Tingyan’s forearm was solid and powerful, all hard muscle. Yun Huan gasped, shaking her stinging hand, while he remained unfazed, looking up at her. I advise you to reconsider.

A dangerous smile played at the corners of his lips as he gradually leaned closer. Even while seated, the man’s imposing physique exuded an overwhelming presence. Chu Tingyan drew nearer without a word.

Yun Huan felt cornered. You…

How utterly detestable he was!

Aren’t you afraid that I might be…Yun Huan began.

She instinctively swallowed the rest of her words, though both of them understood perfectly.

She was a half-demon!

Demons devoured humans.

Though she had no choice in her birth, though she had never harmed a single person, though she bore no trace of demon qi… in an era where humans and demons were locked in a life-and-death struggle, the identity of a half-demon was inherently sinful.

This identity was even more sensitive and fatal than that of a princess from the fallen dynasty.

The new dynasty could tolerate a former princess becoming the Crown Princess, but it would never tolerate a half-demon. Once this identity was exposed, death was inevitable—no one could save her.

Chu Tingyan met her gaze calmly. So you understand clearly as well.

Yun Huan nodded, and the tears she had been holding back finally fell.

She never wanted to be a half-demon; she wanted to live… After struggling for so long in the palace, she wanted to survive.

Chu Tingyan sighed, wiping the tears from her face with the back of his hand, and murmured, Silly girl.

Yun Huan looked up at him, stunned.

I was trained under Xi Changyun of the North Cloud Sect. If we trace it back, our masters were fellow disciples,Chu Tingyan explained. Our sect once possessed a century-old text—I believe you’ve seen it too. Legend has it that half-demons can become human.

In an unexpected turn, Chu Tingyan said, So, it’s best if you marry me.

Yun Huan finally understood how Chu Tingyan had seen through her human form and what he intended to say.

You’ve never harmed anyone, you carry no demon qi, and you’ve never revealed your identity to others,Chu Tingyan continued.

So, if I don’t speak of it, you are not one. Understand?

As for the future—

Once they gathered all the medicinal ingredients mentioned in the text, Yun Huan could truly and completely become human.

The bloodline of a half-demon could indeed be purged—this was no falsehood. She could become human.

This was why, after luring the snake out of its hole, Chu Tingyan had seized the Vermilion Bird Beak; why he had never revealed her identity to anyone, nor called her by name when she was in her cat form; why he had never so much as hinted at the matter or mentioned her time as a cat when they met.

Because Yun Huan’s identity had to remain an absolute secret, known only to the two of them.

Until Yun Huan became human, it could truly become a buried secret, destined to be forgotten.

From the very beginning, Chu Tingyan had considered everything, devising a thorough solution for Yun Huan.

With his protection, she could live peacefully as a human.

I’ll give you one more chance to choose,Chu Tingyan leaned in extremely close, his voice lowered to a coaxing whisper. Demon, or princess of the fallen dynasty?

If she had to choose, Yun Huan knew the answer without a second thought.

She wanted so desperately to become human.

The hall was warm, but Yun Huan’s hands trembled slightly. Chu Tingyan took her hand again—it was ice-cold.

Yun Huan asked, After all this trouble, what is it you truly want?

I want you.

Chu Tingyan met her gaze with dark, sharp eyes, unwavering and frank about his desires, as he always was when pursuing his goals.

Yun Huan’s hands began to tremble faintly once more.

Those capable of conquering the world are never saints, Chu Tingyan said. But firstly, I would never joke about matters of state, and secondly, I’m rather protective of my own. If you marry me, I’ll protect you.

He calmly stated this fair exchange.

Yun Huan lowered her gaze without speaking, but he didn’t mind, coaxing softly: Call me husband?

Yun Huan remained silent.

The wound on his forehead had stopped bleeding. Chu Tingyan casually tossed the gauze onto the table and switched hands, reaching for Yun Huan with his other hand.

That hand bore a few dried bloodstains. Yun Huan’s fingers twitched restlessly, her pale hand like a darting fish, fingertips brushing against the warmth of Chu Tingyan’s palm.

Yet this time, she did not pull away.

Chu Tingyan smiled, his brow and eyes still cold, yet carrying a hint of arrogant confidence—clearly the look of a man riding high on success.

Aren’t you afraid I’m deceiving you entirely, that marrying you is just another part of my scheme?Yun Huan said coldly. Once you let your guard down, I’ll devour you. You’ll be left without even a bone, Chu Tingyan.

As if you haven’t deceived me before,Chu Tingyan sneered. Little liar.

His gaze swept over Yun Huan’s delicate face, fully aware of her intentions.

Cats were born cold-hearted and fickle, masters of deception. She treated one man as three, walking a tightrope among them, distributing her affections evenly now, only to cast them all aside cleanly when the time came to leave the palace—without a trace of attachment.

A true man knows when to hold on and when to let go. If his heart is moved, he admits it; if he’s deceived, he accepts it. Even if her heart doesn’t belong to him, he’ll take it.

Even if that heart isn’t his yet, he will have it.

For now, it’s only temporary.

Let’s go,he said, though there was no water clock in the room, he kept time in his mind. Taking Yun Huan’s hand, he pulled her up. Crown Princess, come with me to see Father and Mother.

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Author’s Note: Here you go! 🐶🌹🐶🌹

As usual, promoting my completed works and upcoming projects:

Completed:

– After Becoming the Marquis’s Second Wife, I Divorced — General x delicate noble lady. I’m terrible with titles and blurbs, but this one is seriously amazing, trust me! 🙏🙏 Check it out in my works list to see if it suits your taste.

– The Chancellor’s Humble Wife (Double Rebirth) — Aloof, cunning fox who protects his own x gentle, naive snow bunny.

Upcoming:

– Miss Silent [Broken Mirror Reunion] — Falling in love with an ex-boyfriend after a marriage of convenience! This will be my next project!

– Tuck That Tail Away — Innocent wolf pup vs. seductive little fox.

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