“Western Region King, this subordinate is simply following orders. His Highness asks for you.” Wu Ling couldn’t hide the fleeting gleefulness in his eyes as he spoke in a respectful manner.


The cloudiness left Du Ling’s eyes. “What’s going on? Did something happen to Xi-er?”


He was about to step out of the door when he suddenly remembered something. He slammed the door closed, practically squashing Wu Ling’s nose.


Just as Wu Ling was about to continue knocking on the door, Du Ling opened the door, now in more formal clothes.


“Why are you still in a daze? Hurry.”


Du Ling hastened his footsteps as he headed in the direction of Pei Qianhao and Su Xi-er’s room. As for Wu Ling, he hid the playful smile at his mouth before following.


Once they entered the room, Du Ling walked to Su Xi-er anxiously. “Xi-er, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”


Xi-er could only smile. “Elder Brother, don’t worry, Xi-er is fine.”


“Fine? Didn’t Wu Ling say that you…” Du Ling was confused.


Arriving right at this moment, Wu Ling quickly explained. “Western Region King, this subordinate didn’t say that something had happened to the Princess Consort. It was all conjecture on your part.”


A solemn air immediately seized Du Ling as he swung a kick towards Wu Ling, who nimbly dodged the attack and put some distance between them.


Du Ling looked towards Pei Qianhao. “Prince Hao, is this how you discipline your subordinates?”


“Wu Ling did no wrong.” Pei Qianhao said emotionlessly.


Du Ling sucked in a breath of cold air. “So what on earth is your reason for hastily summoning me in the middle of the night?”


A smile tugged the corners of Su Xi-er’s mouth. “Elder Brother, it was Xi-er who wanted to ask you about something, so A-Jing called you here.”


By now, Du Ling could already fathom what was going on. Ugh, Pei Qianhao is clearly taking revenge against me for helping Xi-er hide things from him.


Du Ling could only accept his loss as he regained his composure. “So what is it?”


“Elder Brother, do you know if there’s any problem with Su Xi-er’s body?”


Du Ling was briefly speechless before understanding what she was referring to.


She’s not referring to herself, but the body of the original Su Xi-er.


Du Ling shook his head, sorrow flitting across his eyes. “Did something happen?”


Su Xi-er informed him of everything that had happened.


Du Ling’s gaze became heavy. “Xi-er, don’t panic for now. This Monarch will send a letter back to the imperial palace to ask the Queen Dowager.”


Su Xi-er nodded. “I’ll have to trouble Elder Brother then.”


“That’s no trouble at all; you are my younger sister now.” He then looked at Pei Qianhao who was currently gazing at Su Xi-er gently. “Prince Hao, you should be satisfied with your revenge. Next time, don’t wake this Monarch up in the middle of the night.”


Recalling Wu Ling’s thunderous knocking, Du Ling felt helpless inside. I should have kicked Wu Ling a few more times just now.


“Elder Brother, don’t worry, A-Jing won’t do that.”


Pei Qianhao’s eyes grew cold. “Western Region King, it’s getting late. Shouldn’t you be going back to rest?”


Du Ling could only sigh inwardly, cursing Pei Qianhao. Did you really think that this Monarch wanted to come here? Aren’t you the one who called for me at such an unearthly hour?


Despite his rampant thoughts, there was not a crack on his visage. “This Monarch will be leaving then. I won’t disrupt the both of you from being intimate with each other.” Du Ling made sure to tease Pei Qianhao before swiftly darting out of the room.

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Translator: Rakumon

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