The Male Consort is Getting Married

Murong Qiufeng stared in shock at Shangguan Ye, whose face was cold and whose words were sharp. His own face […]

Oh? So, what you’re saying is that no matter what, he must die? Even if it means sparing you from

“Young Master, the prince is no longer in danger. Why don’t you rest for a while? It’s almost dawn, and

Hey. Young Master, why are you here?” Can Yang was the first to notice Murong Qiufeng enter and immediately looked

The sky was beginning to brighten when Murong Qiufeng left Zhao Xiru’s place and returned to his small courtyard, where

“Oh? What about here?” Hearing his words so calm and indifferent, Murong Qiufeng raised his head, gently pressing his hand

Shangguan Ye edged closer, resting his head on Murong Qiufeng’s shoulder and nuzzling his neck. He muttered in a low

“Master, it’s time for your medicine.” Youxiang walked over with a tray in hand and stopped under the tree in

“Because,” Murong Qiufeng said calmly, “Consort An is too calm, and the An family… is too quiet.” Hou Qianxing frowned

Zanyang curled his lips in disappointment and stared out the window toward the An Estate across the way. Meanwhile, in

He had just returned, triumphant from his mission, originally coming to bring Shangguan Ye good news—only to hear that he

The old woman grew even more agitated. “Oh, you really think—ugh…” A sharp cracking sound suddenly rang out—and her voice

To lose a son in old age… to send off one’s own child to the grave… and worse yet, to

Murong Qiufeng’s face froze in shock—though not at what his father imagined. But to Murong Xing’s eyes, that silence was

Murong Qiufeng and Shangguan Ye rushed toward the Dali Temple, but before they could even step into the front hall,

Murong Qiufeng frowned, rubbing at his temples before stepping inside. On the bed, Yuntian’s handsome face had lost all color,

Murong Qiufeng and Shangguan Ye hurried to the Ministry of Justice, but before they even reached the main office, they

Murong Qiufeng stared at the corpses for a long time, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter—not because he’d discovered anything,

It wasn’t really that Murong Qiufeng was especially bold—he simply didn’t understand. All he could do was learn, and naturally,

“It won’t be too serious. At most it’ll just cause stomach pain. If someone drinks more of it, the parasites