The Husband’s Scheme

She came to her senses. “Madam? No wonder Yuanxiao suddenly jumped at the window – you were behind this?”

“Of course not!” I quickly distanced myself. “It was entirely its own idea.”

Yuanxiao whimpered pitifully. I quickly moved forward, helping Que’er pull it down from the window.

Yuanxiao lay on the ground, looking utterly defeated.

“How are you… here?” I glanced at An Jin, who was standing nearby looking amused, and whispered to Que’er.

Que’er blinked. “You and my lord are in a cold war and sleeping separately. He was worried you weren’t sleeping or eating well, so he specially asked me to inquire.”

My heart warmed slightly, but I maintained my stern expression, refusing to look back at him.

Que’er looked at me, then at An Jin. “Should I… take Yuanxiao and leave?”

After Que’er took Yuanxiao away, only the two of us remained. I secretly glanced at him, catching him gazing at me tenderly. When I looked back, he quickly stepped forward but stopped when I glared, pointing at a stool and stammering, “…sit and talk.”

I shook my head, speaking seriously, “Actually, I do have something to discuss with you.”

I explained in detail the three-month deadline Hongdi had given me to deal with him, but he showed no reaction, just lowering his eyes and calmly responding, “I understand. You came to find me for this?”

“Of course. What are you planning to do?”

He smiled. “Do nothing.”

“How can that be?” I grew anxious. “Even if I don’t act, Hongdi will definitely make a move! If you don’t make any preparations, you’ll surely be—”

“It’s fine,” he suddenly interrupted. “Rather than letting Hongdi act, let you do it. I won’t make any arrangements. You can do whatever you want.”

“You—” I suddenly understood, saying angrily, “Don’t try to use this self-destructive method to make me forgive you. If you lose all your power and end up trapped in the inner palace, do you understand?”

“I’m willing,” he seemed almost excited. “As long as you don’t ignore me anymore, I’ll accept anything.”

I was speechless, glaring at him. The more I glared, the more encouraged he became, even moving closer. “A Yao, I’m willing.”

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