nashuaworldcup Chapter 82 This king will take you as his concubine!
Chapter 82 This king will take you as his concubine!
Su Wan'er felt a surge of anger and sorrow coursing through her chest. She never imagined that her father could be so heartless as to push her into the humiliating situation of becoming a concubine. She was filled with resentment, not only because she resisted her fate as a concubine, but also because deep in her heart, the image of the Ninth Prince, Murong Yi, still lingered.
She ran frantically, disregarding the long journey, and arrived at the Ninth Prince's residence. Standing before the gates, she staggered, like a lost fawn, pacing back and forth. The biting wind whipped her hair, but she was oblivious; only one thought occupied her mind: how to lure the Ninth Prince out to meet her. She racked her brains, her heart burning with anxiety, and time seemed to crawl by in this agonizing torment.
Just as she was filled with confusion and helplessness, the gears of fate quietly began to turn. Murong Yi stepped out of the palace at that very moment. Su Wan'er's heart tightened. In her panic, she picked up a small pebble and gently tossed it towards Murong Yi. The pebble landed with a soft sound, but it was enough to attract Murong Yi's attention. He turned around alertly, his gaze meeting Su Wan'er's eyes directly.
Su Wan'er immediately adopted a pitiful appearance, her large, watery eyes glistening with tears, as if she had suffered all the injustices of the world. She didn't say much, but simply turned around gently and took slow, graceful steps. However, every few steps, she would look back, her eyes seeming to hold a thousand words, as if silently beckoning Murong Yi to come closer.
Murong Yi sensed something. He calmly looked around, whispered a few words to Afu beside him, and then strode away steadily in the direction Su Wan'er had left.
Murong Yi hurriedly followed the direction Su Wan'er had gone, and after turning into a quiet corridor, he saw that thin and lonely figure. Su Wan'er stood alone under a patch of dappled tree shadows, her body trembling slightly, her head bowed, a few strands of hair falling down as if to hide the tears that were rolling down her face.
He strode closer, a hint of worry and concern in his eyes, gently placing his hands on her shoulders to offer comfort, and softly asked, "Wan'er, what's wrong with you..." But before he could finish, Su Wan'er suddenly turned, like a drowning person grasping at a piece of driftwood, and threw herself into his arms, embracing him tightly. Her sobs burst forth instantly, the mournful, painful whimpers seeming to tear the silence apart.
Caught off guard, Murong Yi stiffened slightly, but quickly, he instinctively reached out and embraced Su Wan'er's trembling body. He gently and rhythmically patted her back, trying to ease her grief, and asked softly, "Wan'er, what happened?"
Su Wan'er sobbed uncontrollably in his arms, and after a long while, she finally managed to stammer, "Your Highness, my father... he actually wants to marry me off to Minister Zhao as a concubine. You know that you are the only one in my heart, how can I be willing to love another? I am all alone in this world, and only you can give me a sliver of warmth and hope. Now, fate is dragging me into an endless abyss, what am I to do?" As she finished speaking, tears streamed down her face, soaking Murong Yi's clothes.
"What!" Upon hearing this, Murong Yi's brows furrowed instantly, forming a deep frown, his face filled with shock and disbelief. He growled in a low voice, his voice brimming with suppressed rage. His hands clenched into fists involuntarily, his knuckles turning white, the taut muscles seemingly telling a story of his inner resentment and discontent. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, before he fell into deep thought, his mind racing, weighing the pros and cons and all the possibilities.
After a moment, he seemed to have finally made up his mind. He slowly raised his hands and gently cupped Su Wan'er's tear-streaked face. His gaze was firm and ardent as he looked directly into her eyes. He solemnly declared, "Wan'er, do not be afraid. I will never let you suffer such humiliation. I will take you as my concubine and protect you from now on, and I will never let anyone bully you again."
Upon hearing this, Su Wan'er felt an overwhelming surge of joy, as if she had suddenly glimpsed a ray of hope in the darkness. However, she maintained her fragile and helpless demeanor, her eyes filled with worry and hesitation. She gently bit her lower lip and whispered, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I am deeply grateful for your profound affection. But that Ninth Princess Consort... I am truly afraid that she will cause a lot of trouble and conflict. If Your Highness is put in a difficult position because of me, I will never forgive myself." As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, a few strands of hair slipping from her ears, perfectly concealing the fleeting smugness at the corner of her mouth.
Murong Yi was slightly taken aback, then his brows furrowed even more, a barely perceptible hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes. He said coldly, "Don't mention her. I will handle it myself. You can rest assured and just wait for the auspicious day." With that, he gently pulled Su Wan'er into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, as if to give her strength and comfort. But his gaze went beyond her shoulder, looking into the distance, as if he were pondering something.
Upon hearing Murong Yi's words, Su Wan'er couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly. She secretly peeked at Murong Yi's expression through her fingers. Beneath that pitiful appearance, there was a hint of secret joy and boundless anticipation for the future.