Fall In Love With A Substitute – The Princess’s Beloved Wife, Chapter 65

In the Eastern Palace, the night was dark and silent.

As Little Monk exited the main hall, his entire back was drenched in sweat.

The usually gentle Crown Prince today exuded an aura of coldness, his expression as solemn as water.

It’s said that the most frightening thing is when someone with a good temper gets angry, indeed, it makes others hold their breath in fear.

Even the night breeze seemed subdued, not daring to make a sound.

Inside the hall.

Song Pianxian stood by the window, gazing up at the moon.

It was already the fifteenth of August, and the moon was nearly full, but in Song Pianxian’s eyes, it emitted a chilly coldness.

Feng Yuexian walked over and adjusted her cloak.

Although the two had already bathed and changed clothes, Song Pianxian seemed to still detect a hint of earthy smell lingering on Feng Yuexian, unable to dissipate.

Her gaze slightly darkened.

In the afternoon, since the grave had been found to be dug up, it was necessary to open it to confirm—

To confirm whether the Crown Prince’s body was still inside.

Such an action had to be done, but it unavoidably made the Crown Prince feel slighted again.

There was no wind outside the window.

Song Pianxian detached herself from her emotions, staring straight into the vast night, rational and calm, saying to the person behind her:

“If they didn’t take away the Crown Prince, there must be a follow-up plan.”

With this matter unfolding, the situation was urgent. Seeing Song Pianxian refocus her attention, Feng Yuexian, relieved yet also feeling more pity for the young Princess, couldn’t help but feel touched by the fact that she didn’t even have time to nurse her wounds.

“I have instructed someone to investigate the leak from the Tao Family,” Feng Yuexian’s eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent, “from the side of King Chu.”

“Thank you.”

“Luo Chen is investigating internally within the Tao Family,” Song Pianxian said.

After saying this, Feng Yuexian continued:

“If we don’t take action, we’ll have to wait for the right opportunity.”

And the best opportunity—

Needless to say, it must be the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet.

Originally, they operated in secret while King Chu acted openly, holding the initiative.

But now, it seemed as if the tables had turned, with the Eastern Palace suddenly finding itself in a passive position.

On the carriage back to the palace, Song Pianxian dozed off wearily, while Feng Yuexian, alone, pondered ways to break the deadlock.

If it were her, she might use stratagems to turn the tables, seizing the initiative.

Although Great Li had never had a Female Emperor, the founding emperor of the previous dynasty was a woman. Female officials were often employed, and even though this practice gradually faded, female officials never disappeared entirely.

Until several decades of war and chaos later, Great Li successfully unified the world and established its capital.

Great Li was built upon chaos, where men naturally excelled on the battlefield and were more capable of achieving great deeds. Therefore, it seemed that from the inception of Great Li, the concept of “female officials” was discarded.

Recalling this memory wasn’t difficult for them.

For Feng Yuexian to ascend the throne was to challenge the world’s conventions, to usurp imperial power. But Song Pianxian was different.

With Song Duan’s identity exposed, there were no more princes in the palace.

Moreover, Song Pianxian was an imperial princess, born of the empress.

For Feng Yuexian, the current situation was worth a try.

But she wasn’t sure what Song Pianxian thought.

Although it was worth a try, she would have to face pressure from all sides. Especially since Song Pianxian had taken on the identity of the Crown Prince, they would be seen as conspirators, deceiving the Emperor.

The struggle against patriarchal and imperial power would inevitably require a firm stance.

Although Song Pianxian had her own ideas, she usually chose moderate means, but this time…

Feng Yuexian couldn’t bear to pressure her, but now that things had come to this, she had to ask:

“Do you have a plan in mind?”

Song Pianxian was silent for a moment.

Feng Yuexian gazed at her slender figure:

“We could still send the Crown Prince away. When King Chu starts a rebellion, the Emperor will surely send someone to verify his identity.”

“At that time, King Chu will definitely intervene,” Feng Yuexian said, lowering her eyes, her voice slowing down, “Although it’s difficult, it’s not impossible to deceive everyone—”

“It’s too difficult,” Song Pianxian suddenly spoke up.

Feng Yuexian stopped speaking and looked at Song Pianxian.

Song Pianxian finally turned to Feng Yuexian, her clothes fluttering.

Her eyes were calm, like a serene moonlit lake without ripples, her brows showing determination and decisiveness:

“Since it’s destined to be a difficult path, why not face it openly and bravely?”

Feng Yuexian seemed to understand something.

Song Pianxian closed the window, shutting everything out.

She left the window and found a carved sandalwood chair to sit on.

“The possibility of deception is very small, and the possibility of keeping it hidden is even smaller.”

Song Pianxian stated, and indeed, it was a statement.

Just now, as she stood by the window, she was also waiting for 09’s assessment and analysis.

In addition to the analysis of the situation, there is also something more important, the analysis of the acceptance of this dynasty.

Data is the high-precision basis for decision-making, and Song Pianxian has always believed in this.

“If I insist on breaking through this barrier.”

Song Pianxian’s tone was calm and brief, she tilted her face slightly, looking at Feng Yuexian:

“What should Yuexian do?”

The moonlight filtered through the soft gauze, gently casting its clear radiance. Yet because moonlight itself is cold, it exuded a chilly and refreshing feeling.

The light in Feng Yuexian’s eyes was deeper than the moonlight, she almost obsessively gazed at Song Pianxian like this.

Song Pianxian’s body was still slender, but like a thin bamboo, it carried an extreme beauty and resilience.

She stood firm in the wind and rain, the bamboo leaves rustling, washed by the water, becoming even more elegant.

Feng Yuexian approached and took Song Pianxian’s hand.

Song Pianxian’s gaze followed the hands held together.

It seemed like a good signal, Feng Yuexian should stand by her side.

In the next moment, Feng Yuexian knelt down in front of her.

Song Pianxian’s lips parted slightly.

Feng Yuexian lowered her head and gently kissed Song Pianxian’s hand.

In the flickering candlelight of the hall, Song Pianxian was exquisitely beautiful, her head slightly bowed, gazing at Feng Yuexian’s forehead.

Feng Yuexian, cold and peerless, unmatched in strength, willingly took the lower position, elevating the other party.

Song Pianxian sat upright in her chair, their intertwined hands resting on Song Pianxian’s knee.

As Feng Yuexian kissed, it was as if she was kneeling on Song Pianxian’s lap, her black hair flowing down from Song Pianxian’s legs, the tips trailing on the ground, forming curls.

Intimate and lingering, close and dependent.

Feng Yuexian was focused and devout.

She paid homage to her king to show her allegiance.

She would use the sword in her hand to rid the world of all demons and monsters.

“As you command.”

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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu

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