Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 233

The young emperor set down his white jade cup and rose to his feet.

Ruan Tang was truly dead drunk, slumped in Mo Xuan’s arms.

Her small head leaned against his chest, and since Mo Xuan held her so tightly, Ruan Xiang couldn’t see her face clearly.

“Just how drunk is she? Let me take a look.”

Ruan Xiang’s lips curved in a careless smile as he reached out, pinching Ruan Tang’s delicate chin and forcefully turning her face toward him.

But then he froze.

The smile stiffened instantly.

This… was this really his arrogant, domineering, infamous younger sister?

Ruan Tang slept soundly, her pale, delicate cheeks flushed with the warmth of wine. Her long lashes lay closed, thick and curved, while the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye seemed even more alluring under the haze of drunkenness.

She seemed to dislike being handled this way, her fine brows knitting slightly, her full, tempting lips unconsciously puckering into a pout.

At first glance—it looked like she was inviting a kiss.

Ruan Xiang’s heart skipped a beat.

But Mo Xuan suddenly slapped his hand away and pulled Ruan Tang even closer into his chest.

Ruan Xiang was so shocked that, for once, he didn’t immediately notice Mo Xuan’s outrageous act of defying him, offending the dignity of the throne itself.

Logically, he had seen his sister’s face countless times.

On the surface, they were “sisters.”

It wasn’t unfamiliar to him.

And yet, why did it feel as if she had become a completely different person?

Had she always been like this?

Had she always been so soft, so obedient, so irresistibly sweet?

He wanted to take another look just to be sure.

But Mo Xuan shielded her like a mother hen guarding her chick, holding her so tightly that not even a glimpse was allowed.

A sudden, inexplicable irritation stirred in Ruan Xiang’s chest.

The feeling deepened until he even began doubting himself.

Was he seriously agitated just because he couldn’t see her face? What nonsense was this?

As he watched her curled up, fast asleep in Mo Xuan’s embrace, another wave of nameless anger flared inside him.

Unable to make sense of it, he simply vented that anger on Mo Xuan instead.

“Insolence! My sister, the Phoenix Princess, noble beyond compare—do you dare treat her as something you can casually hold?”

Mo Xuan showed no surprise at the rebuke, his expression still blank.

“This subordinate admits guilt. Please, Your Majesty, mete out punishment.”

Ruan Xiang gave a cold snort.

“Thirty strokes of the rod. Go claim your punishment yourself.”

Mo Xuan’s face remained unchanged. “This subordinate obeys.”

As a royal guard, obedience was second nature to him. Even under the harshest punishment, he would accept it without flinching, without the faintest crease in his brow.

But when Ruan Xiang stretched out his hand to take Ruan Tang away—

Mo Xuan’s eyes suddenly flashed with killing intent. He stared coldly at the emperor, refusing to let go.

That single glare enraged Ruan Xiang.

“Audacity! Mo Xuan, do you think I won’t chop off your head?!”

After a long, tense moment, Mo Xuan concealed the turmoil in his gaze and slowly loosened his grip.

He could only watch as the sleeping girl was taken into Ruan Xiang’s arms.

Her delicate, lovely face rested against the luxurious golden robe embroidered with phoenixes.

A sharp pain stabbed Mo Xuan’s chest.

Ruan Xiang cast him a cold glance, then turned and carried Ruan Tang away.

…

At first, Ruan Xiang had meant to summon attendants to escort her back to her own palace.

But for some reason, he decided to do it himself.

His steps had originally headed toward the Hall of Pleasure—

That was where Ruan Tang kept the beautiful male companions she had collected from all over.

From the name alone, it was clear—his sister was deeply addicted to indulgence, visiting her courtesans every night for revelry.

In the past, he hadn’t minded.

The more debauched and wanton she behaved, the more it highlighted his own upright image as the Phoenix Monarch.

He had never even taken a consort, dedicating himself wholly to governing the state, working tirelessly day after day.

By contrast, the people admired him all the more.

So he had silently allowed her to run wild.

But now… just the thought of all those gaudy, shameless men in the Hall of Pleasure—her playthings—filled him with a deep irritation.

And in his arms, Ruan Tang suddenly murmured in her sleep:

“Little brother… come home with me… I’ll marry you…”

Ruan Xiang’s expression darkened. If his hands weren’t full, he truly would have pinched that infuriating, yet adorable face of hers.

What a little lecher.

After a moment of thought, he changed direction—carrying her instead to the rarely visited Hall of Purity.

That hall belonged to Ruan Tang’s one legitimate husband, the Third Prince of Mo Country, Su Yu.

He was, at present, perhaps the only man in the palace least likely to seek intimacy with her.

—Because he despised her.

A malicious smile curved Ruan Xiang’s lips as he strode quickly toward the hall.

…

“Master, Master, the Phoe—the Phoe—”

A servant rushed in so flustered that he stuttered over the words.

By the window, a man in white sat in a wheelchair, a scroll of poetry open in his slender, pale hands.

His features were as finely carved as jade, flawless in every detail. A vermilion mole between his brows only enhanced his breathtaking beauty.

His long black hair was unbound, cascading freely down his back, with a few strands slipping over his shoulders, lending him a refined and effortless charm.

When he lifted his gaze to the servant, his light-golden eyes glowed with an otherworldly, enchanting beauty.

“What are you panicking for?”

His voice was clear and melodious, yet cool and detached.

The servant immediately dropped to his knees with a thud.

“Master, the Phoenix Princess has arrived—”

The scroll slipped from Su Yu’s hands.

He frowned.

“What is she here for?”

Since their marriage, Ruan Tang had never once set foot in the Hall of Purity.

He remembered all too clearly the night of their wedding.

That night, the Phoenix Princess had looked him up and down with mocking eyes and asked:

“Your monster’s eyes and crippled body—were you born that way?”

Her tone had been light, casual, as if her words weren’t deeply insulting. She even let out a cold laugh afterward.

“The royal family of Mo… really, they’ll send any kind of monster to our Phoenix Kingdom.”

Su Yu had never forgotten the expression on her face when she said those words.

His hatred for her ran bone-deep.

“It is not Her Highness alone,” the servant added nervously. “The Phoenix Monarch himself brought her here—”

Su Yu’s face grew even uglier.

These two “sisters” were the ones he loathed most. If possible, he would rather never see either of them again.

“Tell them I am ill. I will not receive visitors.”

“Well, well. Quite the airs you’re putting on.”

A clear voice rang out from the outer hall.

Without waiting for an announcement, Ruan Xiang strode in boldly, carrying Ruan Tang straight into Su Yu’s bedchamber.

Su Yu’s fingers clenched tightly on the armrest of his wheelchair, his knuckles turning white.

His eyes brimmed with unmasked loathing.

Ruan Xiang, unsurprised, merely ordered coolly:

“Leave us. I’ll speak to your master alone.”

The attendants all withdrew.

Su Yu’s lips curved in a mocking smile.

Even with disdain on his face, his beauty remained dazzling.

“Didn’t the Phoenix Monarch repeatedly warn me never to lay a finger on your precious sister, even going so far as to poison me? Yet now you deliver her to me in the middle of the night. What exactly do you mean by this?”