Yun Biluo’s expression lapsed into gentle tenderness when she heard him, radiating beauty as her tears broke into a smile, “Now that I’m back, I’ll play for Your Highness anytime.”
“Is that so?” Baili Jia Jue raised his gaze and gave a quick smile, yet he seemed unspeakably cold. “If that’s the case, go ahead and play right now. The two of you could play together, and if the princess consort enjoys the performance, I could pretend that today’s events have never occurred.”
What?
Helian Jiao Er’s smile froze yet again. She did not expect such a response from Baili Jia Jue.
Meanwhile, all blood drained instantly from Yun Biluo’s face.
“Your Highness…” Helian Jiao Er looked as if she had more to say.
“What is it?” Bali Jia Jue paced over and stared at her coldly, “You’re not willing to? I shall add a one million gold reward, as long as you can satisfy the princess consort.”
The peculiar smile still hung upon his face. However, it was a skull numbingly cold-blooded expression.
A commotion suddenly echoed from the academy students.
Helian Jiao Er and Yun Biluo were scrutinized with pathetic eyes as if they were lowly buskers in a deserted alley.
At least, that was what the Third Prince seemed to imply.
Yun Biluo silently tightened her fingers upon her handkerchief. Her pale, petite face appeared as if all her energy had been drained. She gazed at Baili Jia Jue pitifully and mumbled, “I knew Your Highness would not forgive me so easily, but…”
“You didn’t seem to hear me clearly.” Baili Jia Jue interrupted her in an indifferent tone mercilessly, “Will you play, or will you not?”
Upon hearing this, Yun Biluo’s face paled further. She had been with him for many years, thus she knew completely well of all his underhanded methods. This man knew a hundred different ways of tormenting someone so excruciatingly; one would wish he or she was better to be dead. Masked behind this angelic and prestigious facade was a cold-blooded, malignant persona.
“It can’t be helped if you do not want to play,” Baili Jia Jue spoke normally with a hint of glee. “Perhaps it is time to take care of the wedding affairs in the General’s residence. As for those who spoke ill of the princess consort, go ahead and slap your own faces!” Baili Jia Jue undid his collar with a sneer and leaned slightly, dark murderous intent shadowing the corners of his eyes, “Or would you rather I deliver the punishment personally?”
It was universal that nobody would ever want to receive the Third Prince’s punishment.
A mere sentence was enough to make everyone’s faces go white in fear.
Despite being absolutely frightened, the young noble ladies could do nothing else but to raise their hands and begin slapping their own faces repeatedly.
They clearly understood the outcome of defying the prince.
They would end up like Helian Jiao Er, being forced to marry a castrated man. That would simply be worse than death itself.
Rumor had it that the Third Prince only married Helian Wei Wei for the sake of entertaining the Retired Emperor’s demands.
From what they saw today, the truth could not be further away from that.
The noble ladies felt extremely insulted and betrayed that their insides began to hurt. Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret.
They could only clench their jaws and braced the oncoming slaps.
“Your Highness, please listen!” Helian Jiao Er hastily grabbed at Bali Jia Jue’s sleeves in futile attempts.
Without catching a glimpse of her, Bali Jia Jue turned to the Little Seventh Prince and instructed, “Bring her back to the General’s residence, upon my orders. The General’s residence has been procrastinating on holding the wedding ceremony, are they trying to defy the royal decree?”