Did the Seventh Prince attend court today?

Cang Shuyue's remarks were so explosive that Youlu coughed for a long time, almost thinking he was going to die.

He could understand making his sister, the Empress, the Emperor, but how did Cang Shuyue come up with the idea of ​​making his father, the Emperor, his male concubine?

Do you hate them that much?

Such a unique and quirky idea is strangely endearing.

After recovering, the Pixiu laughed so hard it crawled all over the ground.

[Hilarious! How does his brain work? He can even come up with such an idea! He's a genius, even more imaginative than the author! Hahaha!!]

Youlu looked at Cang Shuyue with a helpless yet doting expression. "Baby, you really know how to joke."

Cang Shuyue's eyes showed doubt, and he said solemnly, "I'm not joking. I have already instructed Yinwu to send a message to the people at the border, and we will wait for the right time..."

"Stop talking, my ancestor, please!" Youlu covered his mouth, sweating profusely.

This block of wood, surely he hasn't forgotten that his father's secret guards are still around?

Cang Shuyue knew what he was worried about, and tightened his arms even more. "Don't worry, baby. The secret guards sent by Xiao Yan have been captured by my men. They didn't have a chance to inform Xiao Yan."

"Well, you've thought of that quite thoroughly." Youlu chuckled dryly.

Now he truly believed that Cang Shuyue wanted to rebel, but no matter how much he planned, he never expected that Cang Shuyue would actually have the idea of ​​rebelling because of him.

Her chin was gently lifted, meeting a pair of dark, lacquer-like eyes. Under the pale moonlight, those eyes were deep and shimmering, overflowing with intoxication.

A series of light kisses landed on his ear. With seven parts anticipation and three parts emotion, Cang Shuyue sighed, "I wish to find one heart to share, to grow old together and never be apart. We are destined to share the same bed in life and the same grave in death."

The kiss moved along the beautiful jawline to the corner of his lips, hot breath spraying onto them. You Lu's heart raced uncontrollably, his face flushed. As their breaths mingled, he caught a glimpse of Cang Shuyue's slightly lowered eyelids, his sensual lips slowly approaching.

Their lips were just inches apart.

He couldn't help but swallow hard, and at the last moment, he slightly turned his head to avoid it.

Thin lips landed on his cheek.

Cang Shuyue lifted her eyelids, looking at him with a mixture of confusion and dissatisfaction.

Lu was extremely nervous, blushing as she explained, "I... I'm still a child, this isn't right."

Cang Shuyue's expression softened slightly. He put his hands on his hips, lifted the person onto his lap, kissed their forehead, and pressed them against his chest, saying in a hoarse voice, "I was abrupt. My baby is so good."

Lu breathed a sigh of relief. Although Cang Shuyue was a bit lewd and liked to touch people inappropriately, he was at least obedient to advice.

It felt like after breaking through that barrier, Cang Shuyue was like a switch had been turned on. Not only did he become more talkative and cloying, but his mind was also no longer clear. Where was the aloof and self-possessed person he used to be?

Is this what they call an old house catching fire?

Not seeing its beloved Pixiu, the creature gritted its teeth in anger and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Boss, why are you being so dramatic? What kind of child are you? A baby thousands of months old?!"

Youlu pouted and retorted: "You don't understand. This might not just be a kiss, but the fuse that ignites a passionate fire, a thunderbolt that sets off an epic climax. Even if it were... well, it would still hurt!"

The Pixiu was unwilling, but powerless to refute, so it could only lie listlessly by the bedside, its eyes fixed on the two of them, not missing their every move.

A sense of relief flashed across Cang Shuyue's eyes. It turned out that the baby didn't not want to be close to him; he was just afraid of getting hurt.

He hugged the person and comforted them, saying, "I won't hurt the baby."

A deer-shaped pillow rested against his chest, listening to his slightly restless heartbeat, and muttered softly, "If I could be on top, I would say the same thing."

Cang Shuyue chuckled softly, his magnetic voice traveling through the vibrations in his chest to her ears, causing Youlu to blush, her heart to race, and her ears to tingle once more.

The Pixiu laughed so hard it pounded the ground. [The beast is truly impressed! One has a uniquely imaginative mind, the other is always saying the most astonishing things—you two are a match made in heaven!]

Speaking of creative ideas, Lu slapped his forehead, realizing he'd almost forgotten the important matter.

The two hugged quietly to calm their racing hearts. Youlu cautiously spoke, "Brother Imperial Uncle, it's just that... can we discuss something? Can we please not rebel?"

He blinked, his face pleading.

Cang Shuyue frowned. "If we don't rebel, Xiao Yan won't let us get married."

"No, no, Father is very easy to talk to. As long as I beg him, he will definitely agree to let us be together," Youlu quickly assured him.

Cang Shuyue gently stroked his hair with affection, but her tone left no room for argument, "Xiao Yan might have agreed to anyone else, but I have a deep grudge against him, so he would never agree and would only try every means to take my life."

"Don't worry, I won't take Xiao Yan's life. When my elder sister ascends the throne and Xiao Yan enters the harem, Yunli will still be the eldest prince and the future crown prince. Nothing will change."

"But if you rebel and cause the destruction of Dayong, my mission will fail, and I won't be able to return to the Heavenly Realm!"

You Lu cried out in his heart in desperation.

Cang Shuyue stiffened, her arms tightening unconsciously around him, and a look of inquiry resurfaced in her eyes.

You Lu scratched his head and racked his brains, but still couldn't come up with a reason to convince Cang Shuyue.

The Pixiu's eyes darted around, and it came up with a terrible idea: "How about we have a confession session? Tell Cang Shuyue everything?"

"How should I put it? Should I say that I initially approached him and tried to please him because I was worried that he would rebel, so I wanted to win him over to serve Dayong?" Youlu smiled bitterly.

【Um…】The Pixiu's words ended.

"Or should I threaten to kill myself?" Youlu came up with an even worse idea.

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand around his waist tightened suddenly.

"Ouch—that hurts!" Youlu cried out in pain, slapping the arm around her waist. "You're hurting me!"

However, Cang Shuyue did not move.

His chin was suddenly lifted, meeting a pair of eyes blazing with anger.

"You lied to me? You approached me just to use me?" Cang Shuyue's voice was no longer gentle and doting as before; it seemed to come from hell, cold and deep, carrying murderous intent.

You Lu gasped for breath. How did he know?!

The Pixiu leaped three feet high: [Oh my god, did he overhear our conversation?]

It's really possible.

You Lu frowned, shook her head, and freed herself from the hand gripping her chin. She took a deep breath, enduring the throbbing pain in her lower back, and calmly said, "That was before! Nobody said I had to fall in love with you at first sight, right?!"

Seeing his pale face, Cang Shuyue snapped back to reality, released his grip on his waist, tilted his head slightly, and murmured absently, "So you never liked me at all, and it was all just wishful thinking on my part from the very beginning?"

The vulnerability on the man's face made Youlu's heart clench. She quickly hugged him and shouted, "That was before! Now I like you, I like you so much! I only like you!"

However, Cang Shuyue was so engrossed in her own world that she couldn't hear him at all.

"He doesn't like me... Baby doesn't like me..."

The trembling at the end of his voice was absolutely devastating. Youlu felt heartbroken and hugged him tightly, repeatedly emphasizing, "I like him, I really like him, I like him the most! Stop talking to yourself, listen to me!"

Cang Shuyue looked up at him, and two lines of clear tears slowly slid down her dark eyes.

I hate you.

You Lu was stunned, staring wide-eyed in disbelief.

The Pixiu screamed, clutching its head: "Aaaaaah!! This isn't the kind of lighthearted torture a beast wants! Retract! Retract!"