The Male Consort is Getting Married

“Bastard! Who told you to touch him? Didn’t I say, don’t touch him?” A sharp slap echoed through the room, […]

The white undergarment complemented his fair skin perfectly. The smooth and flawless waistline, the sleek back, the alluringly delicate butterfly

“Mm.” Shangguan Ye nodded, standing up just as Murong Qiufeng finished eating and placed his bowl and chopsticks down. Not

Murong Qiufeng woke up purely out of hunger. As he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a dim room

“Your memory is truly lacking, little one.” Shangguan Ye’s voice was devoid of any emotion, his expression cold and his

The scream indeed came from the prime minister’s courtyard. You Xiang’s face paled as well. Watching Murong Qiufeng’s departing figure,

“A’Si.” After much deliberation, the unease in Murong Qiufeng’s heart grew stronger, prompting him to summon Huiying. “What are your

Though she found it amusing, You Xiang cooperated, stiffening her body. Her voice trembled, and her face turned pale as

Early in the morning, as Youxiang stepped out of her room to stretch and enjoy a stroll around the courtyard,

“Zhao Xiru’s performance of Nightmare Melody that day was not merely a song but a secret self-defense technique of the

At that moment, a soft knock interrupted. “Your Highness, Commander Wang requests an audience,” came Yang Bo’s voice. Shangguan Ye’s

Murong Qiufeng had never been so furious before—so angry that he wanted to kill someone. Riding his horse like the

Beyond the desolation of the Wuli Slope—a barren burial ground veiled by eerie silence—an unexpected confrontation had unfolded. The setting

Shangguan Ye’s words carried an air of nonchalance. To him, war was nothing to fear. If anything, he welcomed it—better

Seven days had passed since Murong Qiufeng last appeared at Ta Qing Courtyard. However, today, the courtyard was much livelier

“You’re…” Murong Qiufeng was a little speechless as he was swiftly carried back to the palace by Shangguan Ye using

Le Yin, was it? Shangguan Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression unreadable. Song Lige realized she had let something

“Esteemed official, this humble servant has no evidence, but may I ask Miss Song a few questions?” Murong Qiufeng spoke

By noon, the streets, which should have been bustling, appeared oddly deserted. The taverns and restaurants were sparse, with only

The maid entered the room hurriedly and reported, “Miss, the young master is no longer at the inn. The innkeeper