Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!

Chapter 250: Epilogue: Liu Xuan (The Knave)

Wu Ziyu spoke again, "But my father said that women should follow female virtues, shouldn’t show themselves in public, and once married, should abide by the three obediences and four virtues. Matters of the court are men’s affairs, how can daughters get involved?"

"Miss Su, it’s not my place to say, but you’re so unconventional and flamboyant, it’s no wonder the Young Master doesn’t like you."

"Moreover, isn’t it a wife’s duty to accept concubines for her husband? How can you be so jealous? This is a violation of the seven grounds for divorce."

As soon as this was said, there was silence all around.

Every word hit Liu Xuan deeply.

If he doesn’t like her, then why marry her? And if they’re married, why not treat her well?

The current Emperor is wise, so why grant such a marriage... he surely misjudged the person.

Liu Xuan clenched the wine cup tightly, unable to contain his anger any longer. He looked up at Wu Ziyu, displeasure in his eyes, and opened his lips slightly, wanting to speak for Su Juan.

But before he could speak, Su Juan had already replied to Wu Ziyu, "I didn’t expect Mr. Wu to have taught Miss Wu so well. When you marry, you will certainly have a harmonious and happy marriage."

She was indifferent, seemingly unaffected by Wu Ziyu’s words, and cared little for the husband at the manor.

Liu Xuan immediately lowered his eyes. This wasn’t a dream; he almost lost his composure again.

He gripped the wine cup and drank the now cold wine in one go.

Annoyed, Wu Ziyu spoke recklessly, as if she knew what Su Juan was thinking, and in her anger, spilled a cup of wine.

Liu Xuan’s pupils contracted abruptly, and he stood up instantly!

But Su Juan had already moved aside, and the wine was spilled all over Xie Xun, who was behind her.

Liu Xuan unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, Wu Ziyu was chased away angrily by Xie Xun.

Liu Xuan found it strange. The Wu Family’s daughter’s temper was bad, but not so irritable. Su Juan hadn’t said much, and Xie Xun was always like this, without excessive words; what was wrong with her today?

But there was no time to think it over, as Su Juan took out her handkerchief to hand it to Xie Xun, and Liu Xuan intercepted it with his own handkerchief for Xie Xun.

Liu Xuan looked a few times at the handkerchief in Su Juan’s hand and felt an indescribable jealousy at the thought of it being given to Xie Xun.

Xie Xun accepted the two handkerchiefs unconcernedly, without thinking much, his mind quite untroubled.

His frankness highlighted Liu Xuan’s own hidden guilt, which he had to cover with a smile.

With only three people left in the pavilion, they quickly started chatting about domestic matters.

Noticing Su Juan’s special attention to Xie Xun, Liu Xuan, while warming his wine, was somewhat absent-minded, until he noticed Su Juan’s empty wine cup... noticing her slightly flushed cheeks, he couldn’t help but recall her leaning against him for warmth in his dream, being afraid of the cold.

He immediately got up to get her some warm wine, but hesitated momentarily, first filling Xie Xun’s cup, fearing his behavior was too strange and giving a reason, "You always feared the cold since childhood, now is the best time for a few cups of hot wine."

Then he filled Su Juan’s cup with hot wine, "Lord Su, you should also try some to warm yourself."

Liu Xuan softened his voice, unable to resist caring for the person before him.

Xie Xun, naturally animated, couldn’t sense Liu Xuan’s thoughts, nor would he suspect anything was amiss.

Even the meticulous Su Juan noticed nothing unusual, thinking Liu Xuan was inherently gentle and considerate.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Liu,"

Liu Xuan merely curved his lips, his palm warm.

...

After that day, the Wu Family and Duke Ping Mansion took their dispute to the palace. Hearing Su Juan was involved, Liu Xuan couldn’t help but worry; the Elder Wu was the Minister of Rites, hardly a simple fellow.

Fearing that Su Juan would suffer a loss, Liu Xuan proactively sought his father and entered the palace to meet the Emperor together.

Wu Ziyu, as if mad, insisted everyone could hear what Su Juan was thinking.

Liu Xuan quietly observed those present: the Emperor seated high on the Golden Hall, the obviously affected Minister of Rites, Xie Xun’s unusual reaction, and those including his own father...

They could all hear it.

Until the Wu Family’s daughter was treated as insane, Liu Xuan already had his suspicions but didn’t reveal a hint.

His gaze frequently fell on Su Juan, unsure when he would see her again after today.

Liu Xuan knew he shouldn’t be like this; she was still in Prince Jing’s Mansion, someone else’s wife, but he couldn’t help thinking about her, paying attention, dreaming the same dream at night.

The snowy Jing Garden, in the lakeside pavilion, from which came the "snap" of a brazier, the wine pot spilled, the gradually undone clothing...

Awoken from a great dream, once again losing composure.

Liu Xuan felt he might be mad.

...

Since that day, Liu Xuan frequented the Jing Garden more often, even using Shen Ruhui’s name to visit Su Juan several times, partly out of concern for a friend’s safety, partly out of an uncontrollable desire to see her.

Having met often, the relationship gradually grew closer; he found himself increasingly unable to control his fluttering thoughts, restraining them repeatedly.

Until the day of the spring hunt, at night, they followed Su Juan and Liu Miaoying to a secluded place for drinks, the mountain’s night breeze brushing against them, cool and pleasant.

Liu Xuan saw Song Qianhang sitting by a tree, always watching Su Juan. As men, it’s clear what his thoughts were.

Xie Xun was lying in the tree, his red hair ribbon fluttering with the mountain wind, wine spilling and hitting Song Qianhang on the head, and soon, the two began bickering.

Remembering Su Juan’s liking for those in white clothes, Liu Xuan, selfishly, did not want to quarrel with Xie Xun or Song Qianhang, so he just stood next to the tree, letting the night breeze lift the hem of his white robe, even if just for a glance from Su Juan.

But Su Juan was preoccupied with drinking, as if burdened with countless worries.

She turned to look at Liu Miaoying, "Miaoying, having you as a friend in this life is enough comfort."

Liu Miaoying: "Me too."

Liu Xuan suddenly felt that he’d worn his white robe in vain, feeling jealous for the first time in his life, of all people, Liu Miaoying, whom he’d known for years.

That night, the drunken Su Juan went into a frenzy, but Liu Xuan was relieved that she didn’t act like she did in his dream, clinging to him, but instead clung to Song Qianfan, demanding a divorce.

Learning that Su Juan had received the divorce document, Liu Xuan spent a sleepless night.

Having divorced, could he then not conceal those dark thoughts?

Liu Xuan knew well that Su Juan always considered him a gentleman, but he was no gentleman, merely someone who coveted her.

The next day, he rose early to consult a cook and prepared hangover soup, delivering it to Su Juan’s tent.

He couldn’t help but hint a bit, yet had to be cautious, wanting Su Juan to notice his feelings yet fearing she’d distance herself if she did.

Liu Xuan, filled with selfish intentions, emphasized the separation between men and women to Song Qianhang... trying to distance the two.

Only he knew, compared to his own petty acts, Song Qianhang’s behavior was much more straightforward.