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

Chapter 251: Liu Xuan (Sovereign and Subject)

Song Qianfan’s intention to kill Su Juan grew stronger and stronger. At the horse farm, it was still uncertain, but the arrow in the woods during the day made Liu Xuan confirm that this person was by no means kind.

At that time, I shot an arrow, and the other arrow was from Song Qianhang on the opposite side, but there was also a hidden weapon...

Someone is protecting Su Juan from behind, but with the imperial hunt, such a crucial area, wanting to enter without being detected by the layers of Forbidden Army, is most likely at the Emperor’s behest.

Su Juan clearly threatened Song Qianfan, to the extent that he made a move during the spring hunt, but would the Emperor really be unaware?

...

Persuading his father to get involved, to join the political faction struggle, no longer maintain neutrality, was Liu Xuan’s first step, but Su Juan’s identity was beyond his expectations.

He subtly asked Liu Miaoying about Su Juan, thinking they were on good terms and might know something, but instead, Liu Miaoying saw through his other intentions.

He rescued Shen Ruhui from the Han Prince Mansion, well-fed and well-dressed, not losing any weight, and was even taken away by Su Juan.

Since then, Liu Xuan often went to Duke Mansion to see Shen Ruhui, analyzing the court’s situation for him, offering strategies, and many dreams came true one by one.

He thought, perhaps he really had lived a life before, even though it was absurd.

On the day of the Chrysanthemum Banquet, he wore clothes he would never wear, just like in his dream. Seeing Su Juan’s reaction, he knew that Su Juan indeed liked white clothes, although he didn’t know why.

Song Qianfan came to find him, wanting him to stay away from Su Juan, thinking that his actions in approaching Su Juan were inappropriate.

Liu Xuan was no fool; he knew why he did this. It was nothing more than because of the changes in the court situation, Su Juan was deeply favored by the Emperor, and many courtiers had good private relations with Su Juan.

But Song Qianfan’s reputation was no longer as it used to be; he needed a shortcut and saw Su Juan as that shortcut.

Liu Xuan’s eyes were obscure and unclear, "I, Liu, am not married, and Miss Su is not wed, what’s inappropriate?"

If only he had awakened from the dream earlier, he would never have let Su Juan get involved with Song Qianfan’s mess.

Song Qianfan: "But Ah Juan and I have only separated due to some minor tempers. If her reputation is damaged, she might find it difficult to return to the Prince Mansion. I suppose Mr. Liu will also consider Ah Juan’s future a bit."

Yet, these words couldn’t stir up any waves in Liu Xuan’s heart at all. The distinct joint of his finger lightly tapped the rim of the jade cup casually.

Su Juan loathed Song Qianfan extremely and could not possibly spare him another glance.

Even though he was clear in his heart, he still spoke politely due to the occasion, "What the Princely Heir said is reasonable, I, Liu, will remember."

Song Qianfan felt Liu Xuan was quite sensible, a look of disdain flashed across his face. Who else was there to compete with him?

That disdain, however, made Liu Xuan’s anger erupt. What did he take Su Juan for?

Recalling Su Juan being imprisoned in the Cold Palace by him, enduring all the humiliation, Liu Xuan became even more indignant, calling out to the departing Song Qianfan, "Princely Heir."

Song Qianfan paused and looked at Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan’s thin lips slightly opened, "If I am fortunate enough to earn the lady’s affection one day, I, Liu, will certainly offer the Princely Heir a fine cup of wine, to thank the Princely Heir for bringing Miss Su to Jing Garden back then, allowing me to meet the fair lady."

He never thought so, but he knew what words could make Song Qianfan uncomfortable, could make him lose face.

Someone like Song Qianfan, who valued face the most, could not endure others coveting him, let alone talking about these things.

Song Qianfan indeed turned cold, "Do you intend to steal someone else’s wife?"

"She is no longer your wife."

"Liu Xuan, a gentleman has his way!"

"I, Liu, am merely a villain."

But unexpectedly for Liu Xuan, Song Qianfan truly abandoned his face, speaking obscenely, "I never thought, a woman this Princely Heir had slept with, others would be scrambling for."

A murderous intent arose recklessly, Liu Xuan’s eyes turned cold, never before had he so urgently wanted to kill someone.

Song Qianfan: "I suppose you don’t know, her cries were so enticing..."

"Princely Heir, mind your words!"

Under his sleeves, Liu Xuan’s fists were clenched tightly, creaking... If only this place were not within the palace, if only the Emperor and Empress were not present.

Song Qianfan mocked, "Mr. Liu, what pretense of propriety, aren’t you the one pining after her body?"

These words, however, made Liu Xuan suddenly clear-headed, as if all the blood in his body stopped flowing, the veil that had always covered him vanished, leaving his thoughts with nowhere to hide.

He had always believed he did not have such intentions, but the reality was that he indeed constantly pined for her, pined for her in his past life, pined for her in his dreams, pining at all times, using those piled-up things to repeatedly conceal.

But one sentence from Song Qianfan made him reflect on himself uncontrollably.

With a "plop", it shocked everyone present.

In the moment Liu Xuan was in a daze, Song Qianfan had already been kicked into the pond by Su Juan; watching Su Juan’s pretense of calling for help, he should have laughed because Su Juan’s current demeanor was genuinely charming, but he couldn’t laugh.

Just as Song Qianfan was pulled ashore by the Palace Attendant, Liu Xuan feigned a slip, sending Song Qianfan back into the pond.

He could have not pretended, but he didn’t want to be discovered by Su Juan, discovered that he was not what she imagined him to be.

All those schemes and intrigues borrowed from Shen Ruhui’s mouth, even the petty mind earlier, were all his original self, Liu Xuan. He was never the gentleman in others’ mouths, nor did he ever believe there were gentlemen in the world.

But Su Juan liked gentlemen, liked white clothes, liked people who were unworldly, yet he was destined not to be.

No one can be selfless.

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Liu Xuan knew clearly in his heart, once Su Juan’s identity was restored, there would be no possibility for him and her anymore.

From the moment he guessed her background, he had made a thorough preparation, never harboring a lucky thought.

Being the only legitimate son in the family, the burden of glorifying the Liu Family’s reputation rested on him. What’s more, the events of the previous life were vivid in his mind, there were too many things he couldn’t let go.

He thought, perhaps just this once, indulging his selfish desires a bit wouldn’t hurt.

The Southern Country Prince arrived, pestering Su Juan daily. Coincidentally, an incident occurred in Xu State. For this, he first proposed a suggestion to Shen Ruhui, then to his father, recommending Su Juan to go to Xu State, to avoid the people in the Capital, and also to take the opportunity to expand influence through Xu State’s affairs.

For Su Juan, this was actually a great opportunity.

Su Juan indeed lived up to everyone’s expectations and managed the matter well. The news returned to the Capital, the courtiers all praised her, and the Emperor even wanted to send someone to Xu State to reward her. Liu Xuan volunteered to go.

He thought, this was the last time, treating it as a farewell to the past, from now on abandoning selfish desires, only being Liu Xuan of the court, only being her loyal minister.

On the journey to Xu State, Liu Xuan discovered that Su Juan had changed significantly in her mindset compared to the past, and even began to harbor ambitions for the throne. He thought Su Juan would make a great ruler.

That night, Liu Xuan finally recalled the words from his past life; if there was another life, he only wished to enter the court early. If he could alleviate the suffering of Li Ming’s people, he would sacrifice everything.

Let go of past life matters, from now on, only calling each other by the titles of monarch and friend.

He thought, he would never wear that white outfit again.