Chapter 170: Disciplining the Bitchy Sect Mistress, and Feeling the Charm of Fatherly Love Like a Mountain (2)
After leaving the room, Su Qing was sobered up a bit by the cold wind.
He had serious matters to handle—he had to check on the imprisoned witch.
Even though things turned out alright last night, he'd still been schemed against from all directions.
Those bastards tricked and manipulated him, and there was no way he wasn't getting revenge.
If he didn't strike back, where would his pride be?
He marched forward furiously, though his mind wasn't really on the witch—it was still stuck on what had just happened.
Thinking back to it all, he could only sigh in helpless resignation.
What else could he do?
He couldn't beat her in a fight, didn't outrank her—he was just the target to be bullied.
He really hadn't expected his own Empress to do something so bold.
If only he'd been better prepared, maybe he wouldn't have lost so badly.
Damn it, just getting closer as siblings was already a win—how could she go as far as stepping on me!
They were siblings now! How could she do something like that?
Just thinking about what happened made Su Qing shudder.
Fuming, freezing—when would boys finally get to stand tall!
Yet that cold, queenly Empress Beauty had such irresistible charm—it was impossible to quit her.
Even someone with strong willpower like him was now itching to prove himself fast.
No wonder she was the highest-rated villainess boss—no lowly Princess Consort could ever compare!
If it had been the Princess Consort, even with an emperor's aura, she couldn't have suppressed him.
That natural, dangerously regal presence was way too unique.
No, he couldn't go on like this. He had to come up with a counterstrategy.
He'd been caught off guard the first time—that's why he failed. That's understandable.
But what about next time? If something like that happened again, what was he supposed to do?
He needed a plan—he couldn't let the Empress keep looking down on him!
After some serious thought, Su Qing found a solid solution.
The Princess Consort might not match the Empress in imperial dominance, but she was still a little queen.
He could totally use her to train himself, boost his confidence!
Once he got used to it, dealing with the Empress would be no problem!
Meanwhile…
A certain queen was pondering her plans when she suddenly shivered.
Cold crept over her body, and her back felt icy.
It felt like some evil predator had set their sights on her.
Su Qing soon arrived at the place where the witch was being held.
In White Jade Pavilion, imprisoning someone was easy—no risk of escape at all.
With the Empress presiding over things, it was way more secure than any heavenly prison.
The witch was confined in a room, enjoying single-cell treatment.
It wasn't house arrest, though—her power was completely sealed, and she was bound by chains.
Not because they feared she'd escape, but to prevent her from acting out.
After all, her body currently housed two souls.
When Su Qing pushed open the door, he saw Long Ye shackled and curled in the corner.
Compared to her usual mischievous self, she now looked miserable and pitiful, her small body trembling.
Her pristine feet were slightly curled, and the chains on her calves left red marks on her pale skin.
If someone with a soft heart came in, they'd immediately think this was inhumane.
But for certain people, this scene didn't stir any guilt at all.
"Big brother Su… it's so cold… Can you hold me?"
The witch looked at the boy entering as if she'd seen her savior, speaking in a soft, teary voice.
Her tone held a hint of sobbing, and she stretched her arms out like she wanted a hug.
That helpless, clingy act—almost no one could refuse it.
But Su Qing's expression didn't change in the slightest. He just stared at her with disdain.
He crossed his arms and watched her performance quietly, making no move to approach.
"Big brother Su… why? Do you… despise me now?"
The witch's face gradually turned sorrowful, and she slowly lowered her arms.
Her bright eyes shimmered with grievance, as if she was about to cry at any moment.
"Madam, you really love playing games. Did you think I wouldn't know what's going on with you?"
Su Qing said, clearly annoyed.
He knew exactly what the witch's condition was.
Last night, that big shot only sealed the Sect Mistress's power.
But her will wasn't suppressed—so the witch had no control over her body.
Those actions just now might've looked natural, but there was no doubt it was the Sect Mistress acting.
And he knew something else too.
Whether the Sect Mistress wanted to control the body was entirely up to her.
She could easily fake being the pitiful witch, and then let the witch take over again whenever she pleased.
She could swap between the dazed little dummy and the dangerous mature woman at will—it was impossible to tell which was which.
In this situation, there was no way to act rashly.
If he made the wrong move, he might end up hurting the real witch—and that would be bad.
"Since you know my state, then what do you plan to do, little brat~~?"
The Sect Mistress gave up the act and smiled with wicked intent.
Sure, she was caught—but this wasn't her real body. She was already in an invincible position.
What could he do to her? Torture?
If he really tried that, she'd be even more thrilled.
It wasn't her body, so she had no reason to treasure it!
The bitchy ghost woman smiled wickedly, looking as infuriating as ever.
"Madam, don't you think making that face with this body is a little creepy?"
Su Qing felt a huge sense of dissonance.
The witch's delicate, playful smile didn't match the mature, dangerous air of the Sect Mistress at all.
"So what? As long as it works, I'm not picky."
"Oh, and by the way—I only got to possess her thanks to her dear master's approval!"
The Sect Mistress didn't care about his words and even revealed a secret.
After saying that, she quickly let the witch come back online—just to see her reaction.
She was bored anyway. If she could mess with the enemy, all the better.