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Chapter 175 Chaotic Attachment
Chu Jiang had already learned of the arrival of the Prime Minister's mansion on his way out of the palace.

He was dismissive of it.

Once someone is in his hands, he will never let them go.

Today, in the Imperial Study, Emperor Wen has already agreed to bestow the marriage upon them, and all that remains is for Sangsang to enter the palace with him tomorrow.

Thinking of these things, a slight smile finally appeared on the man's usually cold and world-weary face.

She was the only one in the world who could make him feel that life was still meaningful.

When Chu Jiang returned to the mansion and saw the girl lingering in the courtyard, the icy expression on his face seemed to melt away in an instant, and he strode towards her.

The girl seemed to sense something, and subconsciously looked up to see a familiar figure walking towards her. Her eyes lit up: "You're back."
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"Rented a new house?"

Qin Rusong was not happy about this news; he hadn't given her money to spend it like this.

The servant was only there to deliver a message on the steward's orders and didn't know much else, so he could only reply with what everyone else knew: "It was because the Third Miss moved that the fire didn't cause any damage."

Qin Rusong's expression stiffened again, and his gaze towards the servant turned colder: "I understand, you may leave now."

The servant rose and took his leave.

As soon as he left, a hint of fatigue showed on his refined face.

The constant fighting at home these past few days has left him exhausted, and he hasn't had a proper rest for several days.

He thought he had gotten used to Zhang's domineering and unreasonable nature over the years, but he recently realized that she could go even further.

She was the one who hurt him first, but because her brother-in-law was in the capital, her attitude became increasingly worse. If it weren't for that... he really wanted to divorce her!

That aggressive demeanor was utterly repulsive.

"Master, Master..."

As Qin Rusong was frowning in thought, he was suddenly awakened by an urgent call.

He looked up and saw Butler Zhao, whom he had thought would not return until the afternoon, running towards him anxiously.

So unreserved, just as impetuous as a little kid!
The butler, unaware that his anxious demeanor had angered his master, rushed in without stopping, saying, "Master."

Qin Rusong nodded, but his eyes kept looking behind him. After looking for a while and not seeing the person he wanted to see, he couldn't help but frown: "Are you alone? Where is the Third Miss?"

Three little ones...

The butler's heart nearly jumped out of his chest at the address, but he was still panting from running and didn't catch up for a moment. Then he heard the master's icy voice: "Could it be that you've been away for too long and your heart has become wild, so you don't want to come back? Hmph, what wouldn't a wretched daughter who dares to threaten her father do?"

Just from these words, you can tell how dissatisfied he is with Qin Su.

As for whether it was displaced anger, who knows?

Having held a high position for a long time, Qin Rusong's sudden stern expression was still quite intimidating.

The butler, who had just regained his breathing and was able to speak, hurriedly shook his head upon hearing this: "Reporting to Master, the Third Miss said she has business to attend to tomorrow and cannot return to the manor today, so she sent me back first..."

"presumptuous!"

Qin Rusong was genuinely angry: "Our parents have given the order, so how dare she make that decision!"

Consequently, he also began to dislike Butler Zhao, and said in a deep voice, "So you're just going to let her have her way? Have you forgotten what I told you before I left? No matter the reason, you must bring her back today!"

The butler opened his mouth, his heart filled with complex and heavy emotions.

It's not that he's bragging, but even though the master talks a big game, if we went with him today, we probably wouldn't be able to bring the Third Miss back.

However, as a confidant, he understood Qin Rusong's thoughts better than outsiders: the reason why he had flattered and coaxed the Third Miss before was mainly because the Third Miss had been favored by His Highness the Crown Prince.

But now, two or three months have passed, and the imperial decree to enter the palace, which we had imagined, has not been issued. It makes our household seem like a joke.

Even the guards previously assigned to the Eastern Palace were withdrawn, leaving everyone completely baffled by the Crown Prince's intentions.

The old man was clearly getting impatient.

Previously, Steward Zhao would have thought the same as Qin Rusong: that the Crown Prince might have suddenly changed his mind, or that the Crown Prince didn't like the Third Miss that much.

But after today's trip, he dared not think that way anymore...

Steward Zhao coughed twice, cleared his throat, and lowered his voice: "Master, please dismiss the others. This old servant has something to report..."
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The butler told his scumbag father about his host's affair.

Qin Su noticed the weariness between someone's brows and had just coaxed them to their room to sleep—yes, her room.

Before they even left the room, they heard the system's shameless words.

She paused, then said, "...If you can't speak properly, you can shut up."

System: ...emmmm, how is that considered not being able to speak?

"And then? What was his reaction?"

Qin Su's words brought the system back to its senses, reigniting its excitement: [He immediately flew into a rage and insisted on personally leading his men to take the host back.]

His tone was brimming with barely suppressed schadenfreude: "However, the steward dissuaded him, saying that the maids and servants attending to the host didn't seem like ordinary people, and their backers were probably of extraordinary status. The scumbag father was still very angry, but he barely managed to hold back. However, if the host doesn't return tomorrow, he will definitely come and arrest them personally."

Steward Zhao is, after all, someone from the Prime Minister's residence, so his judgment is not low. Even he said that the servants were extraordinary, so it's normal for my scumbag father to have doubts.

A cold smile played on Qin Su's lips as she asked, "So? Who did he think he stole from?"

System: ...You yourself admitted to stealing it!

They thought he was the crown prince.

"No wonder." Qin Su wasn't surprised at all. The only person who could make a selfish guy like Qin Rusong hesitate was the powerful Crown Prince.

She lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought, her gaze shifting like water. Suddenly, a meaningful smile appeared on her face: "What a pity, His Highness the Crown Prince is not familiar with me at all."

system:! ! !
I can tell, she wants everyone in the Prime Minister's residence dead!

Qin Su's plan was good, but unexpectedly, before it could be implemented, something went wrong...
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"Once we enter the palace, you will wait in Yongning Hall. After I have met with my father, he will summon you."

"I've already made arrangements in the palace. You don't need to worry about anything or do anything. Just wait obediently for the summons."

Inside the carriage, the tyrant, unusually talkative, repeatedly explained the arrangements for entering the palace that day.

It's clear that this matter is very important to him.

Although Qin Su was mentally prepared, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous seeing how serious he was.

She held the tyrant's hand and nodded gently: "Yes, I'll do whatever you say."

A single, carefully chosen word made the man's Adam's apple bob, and he longed to kiss her again.

However, the girl's outfit today was specially prepared, and he couldn't afford to mess it up, so he had to hold back for the time being.

But it's okay, once things are settled, he can kiss her however he wants.

Thinking this, his gaze towards the girl deepened even further.

"good."

He reached out and pinched the little girl's delicate cheek.

But he was met with a coquettish glare in return, her beautiful eyes watery and seemingly capable of speaking.

He gripped her soft, boneless little hand even tighter.

He secretly vowed: This is his man, and he won't let that bastard have him.

Once today is over, no one can take it away from us.

Qin Su acted obediently in front of the tyrant, but her eyes were fixed on the constantly changing numbers above the man's head, sensing his excitement.

Since she couldn't change it, she decided not to waste any more time running away.

Thinking about it another way, once we get really close, it will make future treatment easier.
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Su Yu was awakened by the sound of voices.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw a strange figure leaving.

He tried to move, but pain shot through his entire body, right to his bones, instantly reminding him of the brutal beating he had received.

The next moment, an unfamiliar voice rang in my ears: "You're finally awake? It wasn't a waste of money to call the doctor."

Su Yu froze, a fierce glint of wariness flashing in her eyes: "Who are you?"

His voice was incredibly hoarse.

Before me was a completely unfamiliar face.

"Me? I was sent by Miss Sangsang. She was very worried about you and asked me to check on you. If you're alright, you should go now."

That guy... has a bad temper. The reason you got beaten up is because he doesn't like you being near Miss Sangsang. If you want to live, don't come back again.

The person in front of him finished speaking quickly and then threw a bag of silver at him.

Before Su Yu could say anything more, he hurriedly left.

Even so, the disdain in the other person's eyes was still deeply imprinted in his mind.

Looking at the silver on her person, a twisted hatred flashed in Su Yu's eyes: Sangsang, Qin Sangsang... so you knew all along, but why didn't you help me?
[Host, as you requested, give the money to the male supporting character.]

When the system's voice sounded, Qin Su was smiling at the unfamiliar and serious old woman in front of her, and then followed her into the palace.

The system couldn't understand: "But why? With the male supporting character's twisted and perverted personality, even if the host helps him, he won't be grateful; he'll only hold a grudge. He might even hate the host..."

"so what?"

Qin Su's words stumped the system: "If he wants revenge, let him come."

System: [Huh?]
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"My son, I will meet my father."

Looking at the tall, handsome young man before him, Emperor Wen felt a complex mix of emotions and gestured for the other ministers to go first.

Several ministers who remained in the hall glanced curiously at the familiar yet unfamiliar prince, their eyes asking: Is this the Crown Prince or the Seventh Prince?

It must be the Seventh Prince. The Crown Prince wasn't wearing this outfit to court this morning.

The Seventh Prince actually came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, really...

However, before the ministers could even step out of the main hall, they heard the young man's clear and pleasant voice from behind them:
"Please grant me this marriage, Father Emperor."

Several ministers: !!!
Seeing some readers criticizing the plot, I wanted to criticize it too. I originally deleted this post because I didn't want people to think I was playing the victim, but I'll repost it anyway:

I went back to my rented apartment this month, and I'm surrounded by all sorts of noise every day. I've written the most, but I dislike the plot the most. I've discovered that my favorite plot was actually designed on the very first day?
There's been all sorts of noise both day and night lately.
In the morning: the kindergarten's loudspeaker downstairs, the loudspeakers hawking their wares on the street, the sound of electric drills from construction across the street, and the sound of bricks being knocked down for paving downstairs.

Evening: Music playing in the square;
At night: The constant rumbling of trucks on the road... No, I didn't realize how noisy the environment was until I rented a place. Even now, as I write these words, I still subconsciously feel that another car is about to drive by.

I'm a night owl, often not asleep until the early hours of the morning, only to be woken up by the radio at 9 a.m., followed by a whole day of noise bombardment.
I'm going home for a few days now, and the world is quiet. Writing really does require a quiet environment. Although my mom is very nagging, it's not as scary as the noise. Waaaaah, it's so hard! Before I went there, I was full of confidence in the new plot, but after two or three days, the noise completely killed me. I couldn't concentrate on thinking about the plot at all.

I've been home for the past few days, and I feel like my inspiration has returned (it's amazing!). I should probably move out of the lease soon, and then I'll pick up the pace of the story. _(:з」∠)_