Can a System Have Bad Intentions? - Chapter 192

Feeling conflicted, Qin Mo bent down and peeked into the sedan chair, uncertainly whispering, “Little Tang?”

Under the bridal veil, Qiao Tang didn’t know what Qin Mo was thinking, so she softly responded, “Yes.”

Relieved that he hadn’t gotten the wrong person, Qin Mo exhaled deeply, took Qiao Tang’s hand, and helped her out of the sedan chair.

For a prince’s wedding, the ceremony had to be held in the palace.

After a series of formalities, it was already dusk by the time they returned to Qin Mo’s residence. Qiao Tang was sent to the bridal chamber while Qin Mo stayed outside to entertain the guests.

Bothered by the fact that Qiao Tang had worn a skirt today, Qin Mo felt uneasy. Approaching the Crown Prince, he complained, “Why did Sister-in-law arrange for Little Tang to wear a skirt?”

The Crown Prince feigned innocence, “The Ministry of Rites sent both a skirt and a robe. She chose the skirt herself, so why are you getting angry?”

The Second Prince added, “Exactly. Your bride was considerate of your feelings, and yet you’re upset? On this happy day, don’t start a scene.”

Qin Mo’s face darkened. “What man wants to wear a skirt? Even if she chose it, you should have stopped her. She was considerate of me and our royal family’s dignity, but Father had already agreed to this. She deserved at least that respect.”

The Second Prince and the Crown Prince exchanged glances, about to say more when the Minister of Justice approached with a wine cup.

Having overheard part of the conversation, he congratulated, “Congratulations, Your Highness. The Ninth Princess Consort is truly a remarkable person. Without her help, the recent case wouldn’t have been resolved so quickly.”

The Magistrate also came over.

He was about to speak when he hesitated, finding the Minister of Justice’s words odd.

When referring to the Sixth Princess Consort, they would praise her as a heroine among women. But for the Ninth Princess Consort, the gender was completely ignored.

Thinking quickly, the Magistrate, with his various buffs, realized something. He looked at Qin Mo in shock.

So, until now, the Ninth Prince didn’t know whether he had married a man or a woman?

The Magistrate and the Minister of Justice exchanged a knowing glance. The Magistrate raised his cup to Qin Mo, “Congratulations, Your Highness. I hope the Ninth Princess Consort will assist us with difficult cases in the future.”

Qin Mo was happy for Qiao Tang to make connections with these officials, provided she was willing.

If she enjoyed it, he’d secure a position for her. If not, she could run a business with Zhou Shu and Xu Shen.

Thinking about Qiao Tang, Qin Mo left the guests early.

“Hurry, Little Nine is heading to the bridal chamber!”

As soon as Qin Mo left, the Eighth Prince gathered his seven brothers, seven sisters-in-law, and a parrot to eavesdrop.

In the bridal chamber.

Qiao Tang’s neck hurt from the weight of the phoenix coronet. As soon as the people left, she hurriedly removed the heavy headdress.

She threw the veil aside and collapsed on the bed.

Getting married was exhausting!

Just as she closed her eyes to rest, she heard greetings and footsteps approaching. The main door creaked open.

Hearing the footsteps, Qiao Tang opened her eyes. Not wanting to get up, but remembering the veil was still on, she grabbed it to cover her face.

Qin Mo entered and saw this scene.

Qiao Tang was curled up on the bed, covering her face with the veil, seemingly upset. Qin Mo felt even more certain she was unhappy about the dress.

Feeling a bit panicked, he quickly approached, half-kneeling on the bed, and slipped his hand under her waist to lift her.

“Have you eaten? Are you hungry?”

Qiao Tang: …

“Aren’t you going to lift the veil?”

Hearing her weak voice, Qin Mo became more convinced. His movements paused. “Yes, I’ll lift it now.”

He placed one hand under her waist, leaned forward, and lifted the red veil with the other.

Before Qin Mo entered, Qiao Tang had yawned three times, so her eyes were watery.

Her small face, red lips, and bright eyes looked lazily at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo felt his mind go blank, his scalp tingling, and a rush of heat surged through him.

Without even realizing it, he leaned down and kissed her.

As Qiao Tang was about to run out of breath, she pushed Qin Mo away, turning to the side to gasp for air.

Qin Mo moved back slightly, his fingers pinching her earlobe, which had turned red from his touch.

Supporting himself with his arm, his voice was hoarse, “Little Tang, I’m sorry.”

Qiao Tang, overwhelmed by his kiss, was confused. “Why?”

Qin Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he reached to untie her complicated dress.

“I was careless, letting you wear a skirt.”

Qiao Tang: …

If not a skirt, what? A robe?

Frowning at his clumsy attempts to undress her, Qiao Tang had a sudden realization.

No way.

Licking her lips, Qiao Tang returned to normal. “How do you plan to apologize?”

Qin Mo untied the waistband, causing the intricate dress to loosen.

“Anything you want.”

Qiao Tang stopped the impatient groom. “Anything?”

Qin Mo’s eyes were red, and his breathing heavy. “Yes.”

Qiao Tang suggested, “Since I wore a skirt today, how about you wear it tomorrow when we serve tea?”

Qin Mo, focused on his milestone moment and eager to please Qiao Tang, agreed without hesitation.

Qiao Tang grinned and led his hand up her body, then stopped.

She watched as Qin Mo’s passionate gaze turned to shock, and he jerked back, falling to the floor.

Before Qin Mo could process his fall, uproarious laughter and a parrot’s shrill voice erupted outside.

“Laugh to death, laugh to death~”

Qin Mo looked at Qiao Tang in disbelief, while she lay sideways on the bed, propping her head with her hand, smiling at him.

With his chest heaving, Qin Mo leaped up, nearly roaring at Qiao Tang, “Ahhhhh~”

However, his emotional upheaval left him only able to produce a gorilla-like rasp.

The laughter outside grew louder.

Qin Mo stared at Qiao Tang for a moment before storming out.

Hearing his footsteps, the eavesdroppers scattered.

Kicking open the main door, Qin Mo, unable to voice his anger at Qiao Tang, found his voice with his fleeing brothers and sisters-in-law.

He was furious!

They had known all along and set him up for a laugh!

“No one is getting away tonight!”