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

Chapter 259: Song Qianhang (Extra) 2

[I’m ugly, ugly, what’s it got to do with you!]

I frowned slightly, couldn’t help but say, "You’re not ugly, you’re very pretty."

Su Juan’s gaze softened considerably, "At least you have an eye for beauty, don’t learn from your brother, he has no future."

I thought to myself, my brother and I, we are naturally different.

As I walked away, I could still vaguely hear the voices from behind.

Su Juan: "Dongdong, do you also find the Second Young Master acting weird recently?"

Dongdong: "Second Young Master has been talking less lately, and doesn’t come to play cards with the Master as much."

[What’s wrong with Song Qianhang, has his personality changed?]

[Isn’t it said that only a severe illness or some kind of fatal suffering can change one’s personality?]

[He’s either reading or visiting brothels all the time... Could he really be ill from too much reading?]

I couldn’t help but scream internally: Didn’t you say that I would be poisoned to death?!

Should I just wait foolishly to die rather than take some precautions?

I’ve spent money on people to trail Brother, and have been picking out new houses outside, there’s barely any Silver Coin left, where would I still have any to squander at places like Baihua Building!

On the night of New Year’s Eve, many things happened, matters inside the palace, and outside the palace, but what shocked me was myself.

...

She was drunk, Brother was kept inside the palace, Mother Consort was thus angered, and Father asked me to take her back to the mansion first.

I originally planned to drop her off near the courtyard and be done, but she was so drunk that even the maids couldn’t steady her, as she was about to bump into the wall, I had no choice but to step forward, support her, and bring her back to the yard.

After finally getting her to the bed, the maid hurriedly went to the small kitchen to brew some sober-up soup.

I sat for a little while in the courtyard, too many things happened tonight, making my mind a mess, all related to Brother, he indeed has ambitions for inheritance, but I don’t understand why he wants to poison me, his brother?

Nowadays I don’t love to study, all day I visit brothels, various music venues, drink and make merry, how could I pose any threat to him, why would he want to kill himself?

As I was about to leave, drunken Su Juan stumbled out of the room, the fox fur on her was draped loosely, muttering something unintelligible.

I watched her run around in the snow, her cheeks were bright red, laughing as she ran, I really didn’t expect her to be this way drunk.

Fearing she’d run out of the yard, I stepped forward to stop her, blocking her path, "Sister-in-law, the wind outside is strong, hurry back inside!"

Suddenly she reached out, hooked my collar, and pulled me over, her strength was impressive, unlike a usual noblewoman at all!

I watched her get close to me, she giggled while staring at me, those pretty eyes gradually filled with laughter.

"Young master, you’re also handsome."

Her light-hearted drunken words made my heart race.

The snow was falling harder, the fox fur she wore somehow slipped quietly onto the snow, freezing her fingertips almost icy cold, cheeks flushed brightly.

Just as my thoughts began to wander, she reached out, covering my face with her hand for warmth, freezing me with pain: "!!!"

Give me a break!

How could a girl’s hand be this cold, like an ice block!

"Speak up! How much for one night with me?"

My face turned black, pulling her hand away, holding firm, "I don’t sell myself!"

Su Juan was silent for a long while, I thought she had quieted down, then she suddenly said, "Don’t worry, I’m the Heir Consort, I have plenty of money!"

She spoke while patting her chest, indicating her generosity, offering however much is needed.

[Stick with me, I’ll steal Song Qianfan’s money to support you!]

I couldn’t help but feel restless: "..."

This isn’t about money.

I’m a man with principles, although I love beauty, I won’t covet another man’s wife, especially when she’s my own sister-in-law.

She squatted down upset, crying, sometimes weeping about being an orphan, just wanting a family, sometimes about being a living widow, reliant on others, unloved by her husband, living under her mother-in-law’s shadow, sometimes how unfortunate she is, still having to save the world.

My head was spinning, but I felt a bit sympathetic toward her.

After all, her family didn’t love her, entering the Prince Mansion, she had no confidant, even the husband wasn’t as good as a maid.

I sighed, picked up the fox fur from the ground, brushed off the snow, and draped it over her, "Don’t cry."

"Aren’t I your family?"

Upon hearing my words, she looked up at me, eyes all red, such a pitiful sight.

But the next moment, she suddenly grabbed the Buddha beads from my hand, they were especially obtained from the temple for protection, blessed through a ceremony...