Chapter 148: Eating the Princess Consort, Still Can't Break Her? (5)
Su Qing casually sat down on the bed, close to her.
She glanced at him but didn't bother reacting to the physical contact.
If she got worked up over that, she'd look stupid for having ever tried to please him.
As long as he didn't cross the line, she could tolerate a lot.
He held the upper hand, after all.
Su Qing didn't say anything right away. Instead, he found a comfortable position.
He leaned into her soft body, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and red ears.
The warmth and fragrance calmed his mood.
Having experienced it firsthand, he had to admit—this big sister really made the perfect pillow.
"What do you want to say?"
Princess Consort asked, slightly uncomfortable.
This was her room—her private bedroom where no man had ever laid on this bed.
Now, she was truly sharing a bed with a boy, and it felt undeniably awkward.
"Aunt, I admire your integrity, I really do. But you have to consider the situation."
"If you just die like this, what happens to your liege? That queen of yours is waiting for your news."
Su Qing began whispering true pillow talk.
"...You sure know a lot."
She paused, speaking stiffly.
No doubt about it.
She was genuinely at her breaking point.
He had her completely cornered—compromise seemed like the only option.
"Of course. Aunt should know, to accomplish something great, sacrifices must be made."
"So many people have given their lives for their ideals. And what have you given up?"
"Faced with a little setback, and you want to throw it all away? What about all the resources used on you?"
"The entire Heavenly Repository's years of planning will be ruined. All the sacrifices wasted."
"Can't you stop and think for a moment?"
Su Qing sighed, acting like he genuinely cared about her.
Well, maybe if you ignored the fact that his hands were getting a little bold again, he'd be more convincing.
Princess Consort had been resisting his wandering hands.
But after hearing all that, her resistance weakened.
She knew perfectly well his goal was just to stop her from killing herself.
But his words reminded her of her duty—of the three generations of ideals that now rested on her shoulders!
Compared to that, did her so-called purity even matter anymore?
As clever as she was, even a brilliant queen like her had her weaknesses.
"So, you've realized your situation."
Su Qing smiled.
"I have. But even if I obey you, what then?"
"Are you going to hand me the Imperial Seal like you promised before?"
She had a sudden realization.
If she didn't obey, she died, and the mission failed.
But even if she did obey, with him watching her, how could she complete the mission?
"Back then I lied to you because you lied to me. I'm all about eye for an eye."
"But I can promise you this—if you behave well, I'll give you the Imperial Seal."
Su Qing shook his head.
"And you have the authority to decide that? What if you're lying again?"
She hesitated.
"The grand play today was entirely my idea. I earned merit. The Empress will listen to me."
"Besides, the Imperial Seal isn't exactly something she needs anymore."
"As for proof, I can't give you any. Because frankly, you don't have any other choice."
Su Qing spoke with unwavering confidence.
The room fell into brief silence.
"Fine. I'll obey, serve you, and behave. But I need a time limit."
"One month. I'll dedicate myself to serving you without question."
"After that month, you must give me the Imperial Seal."
"Also, you must swear a Dao Oath. Only then is our agreement valid!"
After thinking it through, Princess Consort made her decision.
Just as he said—she had no other choice.
Her identity had been exposed. Without him, she could never get the Seal.
A Dao Oath carried real consequences. If he swore it, she could accept the deal.
"A month? That's a bit short."
Su Qing frowned, clearly unsatisfied.
As for the Dao Oath, he didn't care much.
"But I promise you won't regret it. I'll open my heart to you."
"You have a whole month to win me over and make me extend the deal myself."
"If you can't manage that, it just proves you're useless."
Princess Consort hit him with a challenge.
"Heh. That's nothing to me. A Dao Oath? Fine, I swear."
"I swear, if you devote yourself to me for one month, I will give you the Imperial Seal."
Su Qing agreed without hesitation.
Satisfied, Princess Consort swore her oath as well.
A Dao Oath tied directly to one's cultivation path—breaking it meant divine punishment.
"Then our lovely partnership begins now. You need to show the grace of an elder."
"A young man like me needs your guidance to stay on the right path, don't you think?"
Su Qing said meaningfully as he patted her lower belly.
"You brat... Now you want to call me elder?"
Her face flushed hot, lips curling in distaste.
She found his sudden switch in tone ridiculous.
But an oath was made, and what had to be done had to be done.
She slowly turned her back to him and pulled down her gown.
The falling fabric revealed pale shoulders glowing like ivory.
Her stunning silhouette was perfectly framed, only partially hidden by her cascading purple hair.
The hair not only concealed her back but also masked her nervous expression.
As for leading, she had zero experience.
The only thing she could manage right now was cooperation.
Su Qing didn't rush.
He gently reached out and combed through her hair.
His soft movements eased her flustered heart.
Maybe he wasn't that bad after all?
That thought barely formed before she felt her hair split into two tidy tails.
Su Qing held one in each hand, giving them a gentle tug with a pleased look.
Perfect. Handholds secured!
Princess Consort: "???"
Question marks popped above her head.
Then realization hit—she almost spat out blood from sheer rage.
What the hell did this brat take her for?!
Unfortunately, before she could curse, Su Qing moved on to the next step.
The once-proud queen froze up completely, like she'd been turned to stone.
The new sensation didn't last long, but tears still slid silently down her face.
It hurt—so much!
The rear courtyard had been fully sealed. No one would pass by.
And no one could hear the queen's suppressed, muffled cries.
Cries that carried something deeper—something hard to name.
In that moment, the queen's chamber became a bridal room.
When Su Qing finally stepped out again, his expression was a little odd.