Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 234

Ruan Xiang shot him a warning glare.

He lowered his head to check if Ruan Tang was still sound asleep in his arms. Seeing no signs of her waking, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He carefully laid her down on the bed, tucked the blanket snugly around her, and let the bed curtain fall.

Only then did he turn to Su Yu and say coldly: “Watch your words. If Tangtang ever learns of the poison, I swear I’ll have your life.”

For indeed, he had poisoned Su Yu—using a toxin known as Jueqing San.

Anyone poisoned with Jueqing San could not feel affection, could not move their heart, and could not stir desire. If they did, even a trace of it, they would suffer the agony of ten thousand ants devouring their heart.

Su Yu sneered. “So you dare to do it but don’t dare let anyone say it?”

Those pale golden eyes shimmered with an eerie, demonic light as he went on mercilessly.

“Are you afraid that if Ruan Tang bears a child, your throne will be threatened? Or is it that you want the bloodline of the Phoenix Kingdom’s royal family to end completely with her?”

A sudden murderous intent flickered in Ruan Xiang’s gaze.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Su Yu, a gleaming dagger already pressed against his throat.

“How do you know that?”

“Do you mean when your father switched the crown princess with you, trading you for the real royal daughter?”

Su Yu didn’t flinch or dodge. He lifted his gaze, staring back coldly, his lips still curled in a mocking smile.

Ruan Xiang fell silent for a moment, then slowly sheathed the blade. He chuckled with chilling amusement.

“So what if you know? You’re nothing more than a hostage sent here from Mo Kingdom. Mo Kingdom distrusts you, and the Phoenix Kingdom has no place for you. Tell me, who would ever believe your words?”

The mocking smile instantly faded from Su Yu’s face.

Ruan Xiang slid the jeweled dagger back into its scabbard, idly turning the gem-studded sheath in his hand.

“You know very well what should be said and what should not. If you ever utter what must not be spoken, I’ll make sure you learn the meaning of a fate worse than death.”

Leaving those icy words behind, he turned to walk out.

“Wait.”

Su Yu’s expression darkened. He pointed toward Ruan Tang lying on the bed.

“Take her with you.”

Ruan Xiang’s voice dripped with ridicule.

“And what if she spends a night here? It’s not like you can do anything anyway. Besides, you despise Ruan Tang to the bone, don’t you? You’d never feel anything for her. Leaving her here with you only puts my mind at ease.”

Not until he left the Hall of Purity and Rectitude did Ruan Xiang finally let his smile fade, his gaze turning heavy and dark.

He truly was not the biological son of the previous Phoenix Emperor.

Nor was he bound by any blood relation to Ruan Tang.

His father once had a lover he cherished deeply, yet they were cruelly torn apart. From then on, his father bore a lifelong hatred for the late Phoenix Emperor. Before dying, he charged Ruan Xiang with ensuring that the royal bloodline would end with Ruan Tang.

From this generation onward, the royal family of the Phoenix Kingdom would bear only the blood of his father and that lover.

Even the male concubines of Ruan Tang’s Pleasure Hall had been secretly fed medicine to weaken their fertility.

Later, Ruan Xiang learned that Ruan Tang, though reckless in her behavior, had never truly gone to bed with any of them. Why that was, he couldn’t quite say—perhaps, unexpectedly, his sister was a surprisingly conservative woman?

Regardless, he now felt that poisoning Su Yu had been the wisest choice he ever made.

—Because he didn’t want anyone touching his sister.

Not for his father’s command.
Not for fear of threats to his throne.

But for something far more disturbing.

A strange kind of possessiveness he dared neither think too deeply on, nor admit aloud.

…

Su Yu wheeled himself closer to the bed.

Ruan Tang lay with her back to him, curled up, sleeping soundly. The faint aroma of wine mingled with her natural sweetness.

Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, revealing the graceful pale curve of her long neck—fragile, as if it could be snapped with a single hand.

Su Yu’s slender, deathly pale fingers reached out slowly.

But just as they were about to brush that delicate, porcelain-like skin, he froze midair.

After a moment, Ruan Tang suddenly rolled over. Startled, Su Yu jerked his hand back on instinct.

When he raised his eyes again, he found himself staring into a pair of misty, peach blossom eyes.

Her lashes were long and thick, curling up like little fans.

Her gaze was clear and luminous, as if incapable of holding a single speck of impurity.

—She was awake?

But weren’t her eyes supposed to be colder, more hateful, more terrifying than this?

Not this crystal-clear, pure, beautiful, and gentle look.

For the first time, Su Yu wavered.

Ruan Tang blinked her peach blossom eyes, still a little dazed from sleep, but gave him a sweet smile nonetheless. In her soft, milky voice, she said adorably:

“What beautiful eyes you have.”

Su Yu stiffened.

These “cursed eyes” that countless people had condemned as demonic… she actually called them beautiful?

Ruan Tang reached out her small hand, tugged at his wide sleeve, and whined softly, sticky-sweet.

“Brother, come closer, won’t you?”

Su Yu glanced down at that soft white hand clutching his sleeve, then heard her tender little voice calling him “Brother.”

His heartbeat skipped.

As if bewitched, he really did lean down ever so slightly.

Her snow-pale, slender arms wound around his neck like a little snake, pulling him close.

Su Yu felt her warmth, her softness, and heard her laugh-sweet voice right by his ear.

“Caught you! Pretty brother, be my wife, okay?”

Su Yu’s heartbeat lost all rhythm.

Meanwhile, the system covered its face in silence: 【Looks like Tangtang still hasn’t sobered up. She’s still out here asking for a wife.】

But… maybe the one she’s clinging to really is the “wife” she’s meant to have—the Lord God himself.

Not only were those pale golden eyes identical to the Lord God’s…

The system remembered: the cinnabar mole between Su Yu’s brows looked much like the scar Ruan Tang’s rival, Chi Han, had left in the previous world.

And his crippled leg was uncannily similar to the one Chi Han had broken back then, never having healed.

What a pitiful fate.

Still, he had no intention of telling Ruan Tang his guess.

Why should he, when even the Lord God coveted his little host?

He wasn’t about to let the Lord God succeed so easily!

At this moment, Su Yu’s heart waged a violent war.

—Should he push Ruan Tang away?

Once, this would never have even been a question.

He never imagined that one day, he would hold her like this… and hesitate.

But just as he struggled, Ruan Tang hugged him tighter. Like a kitten, she nuzzled her face against the hollow of his neck.

Soft, obedient, unbearably sweet.

Su Yu’s body went rigid.

At the same time, sharp pain erupted, searing through his entire body.

The young man’s face drained white as paper, his brows furrowing in agony.

—Jueqing San was taking effect.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

He had been moved?

By Ruan Tang?

The very woman he loathed most in the world?

A storm roared in his heart as he tried to push her away.

But the girl seemed to have decided that his arms were hers—far from letting go, she dragged him right down onto the bed.

The system gaped in shock: 【Holy crap! Unstoppable force indeed!】

(t/n: “Jueqing San” literally means “Heartless Powder.” In xianxia and palace-intrigue novels, this is a common fictional poison designed to prevent someone from experiencing emotions or desires, often used to control or punish them. The imagery of “ten thousand ants devouring the heart” is a stock phrase to describe unbearable, gnawing pain.)