Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 205: It Doesn’t Matter If There’s No Title

Chapter 205: Chapter 205: It Doesn’t Matter If There’s No Title

In the elegant room, Liu Miaoying looked at Su Juan for a good while and finally couldn’t help but ask, "Are those really your dowries?"

The other people also turned their attention to Su Juan. It was now known throughout the entire Capital City that she donated all her personal property, and everyone was talking about it, praising Princess Jinyang.

Su Juan replied, "Yes, they were just moved back from the Su Mansion two days ago."

As she spoke, she looked out through the window and saw that woman playing the instrument, pausing slightly in surprise. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

[I thought the tune was familiar, why has Xian Yun returned?]

Everyone in the elegant room instinctively glanced at Song Qianhang.

Liu Miaoying remembered that ever since Xian Yun was redeemed, there had been sounds of a zither coming from Song Qianhang’s private residence. Therefore, many people guessed that the second young master of Prince Jing Mansion was keeping her outside, leading to rumors of an affair.

But unexpectedly, he actually sent her back this time. What exactly was he planning to do?

At this moment, Xie Xun was pulling Liu Xuan to walk outside, saying that he had a disagreement with someone in the adjacent room and needed him to reason it out for him.

Liu Xuan wanted to stay here, but upon hearing Xie Xun mention that Cai Yi and Song Jingwen were next door, he decided to go. Even Liu Miaoying followed since it was polite to greet Cai Yi and Song Jingwen.

As he left, he glanced at Su Juan and Song Qianhang, his gaze hesitant, before being pulled away by Xie Xun.

Muffled voices could be heard from next door, leaving only Su Juan and Song Qianhang in the room.

For an indeterminate amount of time, as he watched the Xian Yun below, when the music stopped, Song Qianhang suddenly said, "I have no relationship with her. It was only because she had something I wanted that I redeemed her and lent her the house. I don’t live there."

He was explaining to Su Juan, afraid she would continue to misunderstand.

In fact, Su Juan could vaguely guess that what Xian Yun held was probably related to Song Qianfan. Perhaps that was how he became the Junior Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

"You don’t need to explain this to me."

Su Juan spoke but didn’t turn her head. She thought that these were Song Qianhang’s private matters. Even if it were true, so what? They were just friends.

Song Qianhang slightly clenched his hand, "But I want to explain."

Su Juan remained silent. Behind her, Song Qianhang was uneasy. It was as though she knew but pretended to be unaware.

He even noticed that since the day at the restaurant, she had been avoiding any excessive contact with him.

After a long pause, Su Juan finally spoke slowly, "Don’t say these things in the future."

Amidst the commotion outside, he couldn’t resist anymore. He stepped forward, grabbed Su Juan’s wrist, turned her around, forcing her to look at him directly.

The youth’s usually clear eyes were now filled with tension, "I’ve heard you’re considering a marriage alliance, have you thought about me?"

Su Juan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Are you mad?"

Regardless of where these rumors originated, Song Qianhang had always been carefree. In the past, while in Prince Jing Mansion, he even said that marriage would only hinder enjoyment, yet now he seemed like a different person.

Scheming against Song Qianfan, redeeming Xian Yun, taking the opportunity to enter the court, was this still the Song Qianhang she knew?

What Su Juan didn’t know was that after discovering that the older brother he had always respected desired to kill him, targeted him in all things, and then realizing he wasn’t the legitimate son of Prince Jing, that his biological parents and their entire family died due to rebellion charges, and as a son, being unable to clear their names due to caring for his adoptive family, Song Qianhang was no longer the carefree young man he once was.

Besides him, there wasn’t a single other survivor in the Pei Family. The mansion wasn’t his home, and if one day, he stood against Song Qianfan, everything belonging to the second young master of the Prince Jing Mansion would vanish.

Song Qianhang loosened his tightly pressed lips, "I want to marry you."

His voice was deep, his eyes resolute, wanting to keep Su Juan by his side.

Su Juan was taken aback, [Has he really lost his mind?]

Song Qianhang’s hand gently released from Su Juan’s wrist, and instead, softly held her hand, "I liked you back in the Prince Mansion. Due to status, I dared not say it. That New Year’s Eve snowy night, you said you had no family, no one to accompany you. I then wished to be your family, to treat you well by your side."

"But I’ve grown more greedy, wanting to snatch you away from my Elder Brother... not just once."

"Ah Juan, marry me. I know what you want. I’ll be good to you."

His eyes were firmly fixed on Su Juan, his tone gradually becoming apprehensive, and his heart trembled with unease.

Su Juan’s red lips parted slightly, "Do you really know what I want?"

Watching Song Qianhang open and close his mouth, unable to speak, she said in a deep voice, "Qianhang, I want to be Emperor."

Her voice was not loud, just enough for the Song Qianhang in front of her to hear. He was stunned in place, as if something shattered in an instant.

Su Juan withdrew her hand from his.

Song Qianhang’s gaze darkened for a moment, "I can marry into your family. Would you care to have me?"

Su Juan didn’t want to marry, so marrying into her family would be the same. As long as they could be together, marrying into her family, so be it?

Su Juan was silent: "..."

[He seems to be seriously out of his mind.]

Her temple throbbed, almost suppressing it, "Your surname is Song now, not Pei. You should know what can be said and what cannot."

[Marry into the family... If you’re not mad, I’m going crazy!]

Listening to her words, Song Qianhang felt a pang in his heart, "If it were Liu Xuan saying these words today, would you refuse as well?"

Though it wasn’t obvious, he could still tell that Su Juan admired Liu Xuan.

Just thinking about Liu Xuan’s intent made his heart even more uncomfortable, feeling like there was just a thin paper window between them, ready to be pierced any day.

Su Juan: "?"

[Why suddenly bring up Liu Xuan?]

Song Qianhang: "If Liu Xuan were willing to marry into your family, would you refuse?"

His gaze was firmly locked on Su Juan, afraid to miss any subtle change in her expression.

What neither knew was that Liu Xuan stood just outside the door, vaguely hearing their conversation, knowing roughly what they were discussing. He hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked away.

Su Juan: "He wouldn’t agree to marry in."

From Su Juan’s perspective, such talk wouldn’t even come from Liu Xuan’s mouth. His aspirations lay in the court, and matters of romance wouldn’t hold him back. Besides, the Master of Peace wouldn’t let his legitimate son marry into another family.

How would it even come to her to refuse?

Song Qianhang’s gaze dimmed, "So, am I really impossible?"

Su Juan contemplated for a moment and slowly shook her head, "I have no heart for long-lasting romance. I can’t give you what you want."

But it seemed Song Qianhang had made a decision, "I will help you."

Su Juan was slightly taken aback, her expression surprised.

Song Qianhang spoke in a low voice, "I will help you get what you want. As long as I can stay by your side, a formal title doesn’t matter."

"..." Su Juan’s silence was deafening.

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