The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

Chapter 1063: Chapter 1063: Ugly Greed

It’s no wonder Guan Shuyan felt disgruntled. She initially intended to go to Gonghe Hall to change clothes, but unexpectedly Song Ci wanted to go together, which was quite a surprise. Moreover, Song Ci suggested going further away, seemingly deliberately bypassing Gonghe Hall.

Yet, the spot where they stood just happened to be a perfect vantage point for witnessing a good show, which inevitably sparked her speculations.

Indeed, Miss Wen stepped onto the stairs, and one step gave way under her, startling her into letting out a scream as she was about to fall. Coincidentally, Consort Fan and Prince Zhou were coming out from inside. Without a second thought, Prince Zhou rushed forward to catch the falling Miss Wen, gallantly becoming a human cushion and ’was forced’ to receive a fragrant kiss.

The fall indeed carried a hint of seduction—how could such a coincidence occur?

Guan Shuyan, still unmarried and naive, took one glance and quickly lowered her head, slightly turning to the side, not daring to look further.

Song Ci watched on with a smile, then glanced over again, a faint smirk curling at her brow.

Remarkable indeed, Wen Zishan fell and managed to kiss Prince Zhou on the lips. Goodness, have they practiced this? It’s not like they’re acting in a drama.

So is this the play of a haughty prince falling for me—concubine in escape?

If this plot was orchestrated by Consort Fan, then the way this mother-and-son duo acts is truly domineering, crude, and direct.

Song Ci narrowed her aging eyes, thinking that after the succession war among the princes ignited, things have steadily escalated to a fever pitch, with each prince eager to gather more allies for their camp.

Wen Zishan’s mind was blank with panic. After being helped up, she inadvertently caught sight of a shadow and her head spun again, face turning colorless.

Prince Zhou stood up as well, came to her, and said, ”Don’t worry, I will take responsibility.”

If Song Ci had keen hearing or could read lips, she would likely curse aloud, calling this a scumbag’s dialogue, utter shamelessness.

Responsibility? What responsibility?

Wen Zishan, her face pale, rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot.

She never expected to climb upwards in such a manner, this must be a nightmare.

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With Wen Zishan gone for long and not returning, Madam Wen became increasingly uneasy, sitting restlessly.

She glanced unintentionally towards the concubine’s seat, only to see Consort Fan returning, casting her a meaningful look, which sent a shock through Madam Wen’s heart.

”Go find Miss Wen,” Madam Wen instructed her close maidservant, who nodded quietly and slipped away.

Madam Guan noticed this, her gaze flickered. She saw her daughter returning alongside Song Ci, her youthful oval face blushing deeply, and couldn’t help but pause.

After settling into her seat, Madam Guan looked at her daughter, and Guan Shuyan pursed her lips, leaning toward her ear to whisper a few words.

Madam Guan’s breath caught, a sharp glint flashed in her eyes, she clenched her fist secretly before quickly relaxing.

She and Guan Shuyan were probably thinking the same thing—whether this was aimed at Miss Wen or intended to kill two birds with one stone, the maneuver was undeniably ugly and repulsive.

If not for Song Ci...

Madam Guan smiled, raised the wine cup from her seat towards Song Ci, and said with a laugh, ”Madam, today’s wine is sweet and fragrant. In celebration of the Emperor’s longevity, I also toast to you, wishing you all the best, longevity, and good health.”

Song Ci responded with a delighted smile, raised her own cup, and clinked it across the air with hers, saying, ”Thank you, Madam, for your kind words.”

Whether it’s a toast or a thank-you, smart people needn’t articulate every detail, as everything is understood without being said.

But Madam Wen’s heart raced wildly with growing anxiety, until her close maid returned with a shocked expression, causing her heart to sink.