Capítulo 895: How Great Are the Odds
Although the Prince Jing still appears drunken, Ye Jiu no longer needs to exert much effort to support him.
Once the Princess Consort arrived, Ye Jiu immediately passed the burden to her.
The Princess Consort had just recovered from a serious illness and was actually less strong than Ye Jiu.
Fortunately, there were servants to help, and they finally managed to assist him inside.
However, once back, Prince Jing wouldn’t leave the Princess Consort’s side, and no one could pull him away.
After all, having been married for years, the Princess Consort couldn’t forcibly send him away, so she just let him follow her back and lie on her bed.
“Prince… Prince…” Looking at the already deep asleep Prince Jing, the Princess Consort called out helplessly.
Yet, Prince Jing showed no reaction.
“Ah!”
The Princess Consort sighed and was about to instruct someone to make sober-up soup when Prince Jing suddenly pulled her down, flipping over to pin her beneath him…
The alluring and chaotic night, the warmth and affection on the big bed, starkly contrasted with the Crown Prince’s body buffeted by the cold wind.
Meanwhile, Ye Jiu returned to her room and immediately entered the space where Sikong Mo had long been waiting.
“How is it? Is Prince Jing alright?” Sikong Mo asked as Ye Jiu entered.
“He’s probably very pleased right now,” Ye Jiu hinted.
Since he had already returned home and was still pretending to be drunk, Ye Jiu couldn’t believe he had no ulterior motives.
It was certain that his purpose involved the Princess Consort.
However, Sikong Mo didn’t catch Ye Jiu’s hint and instead said, “This time, Prince Jing and the Crown Prince have completely fallen out; the Crown Prince is not known for his tolerance. You should remind Prince Jing to be cautious, lest he suffer losses inadvertently.”
Then, Sikong Mo suddenly thought aloud, “Still, Prince Jing, being able to lose face and fall out with the Crown Prince today, must have already made plans, probably doesn’t need my reminder.”
Suddenly, Ye Jiu had a thought, “You mean…”
Sikong Mo raised an eyebrow, “As long as Prince Jing is willing to contest, the Crown Prince has the Wang Family, but you have me, and the Emperor has long intended to change the heir…”
Ye Jiu suddenly had an idea and embraced Sikong Mo, “Amo, if you were alone to face the Emperor and the Wang Family, what are the odds?”
Sikong Mo naturally wrapped his arms around her, “Do you really want me to vie for it? Hmm?”
Ye Jiu answered without hesitation, “Not a chance, Sikong Mo. I’ve already said, I’m a possessive person. I won’t allow my man to have other women. If you want to marry me, you have to be prepared to be with me exclusively for life.”
As an Emperor, with his harem, she couldn’t tolerate that.
“Petty.” Sikong Mo reached out to ruffle Ye Jiu’s hair, scattering her originally neat hairstyle into disarray.
“Stop that, my hair is all messy.” Ye Jiu grabbed his mischievous hand, her soft hand held in his slightly calloused palm, distinctly feeling the difference between their skin textures.
“I’ll comb it for you,” Sikong Mo said.
Ye Jiu doubted, “You know how?”
Sikong Mo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled her to sit on a stool nearby, took a comb in his hand, and let his palm brush through her hair.
Without a mirror in front, Ye Jiu couldn’t see his actions but could distinctly feel her hair being twisted into strands in his hands.
Once finished, Sikong Mo took a mirror from the side and placed it before Ye Jiu, “Jiujiu is so beautiful.” So beautiful that he used all his willpower to restrain his throbbing heart.