Chapter One: What a Spectacular Blockbuster

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The Mid-Autumn Festival filled the air with the fragrance of blooming osmanthus. Within the royal palace of the Yun Kingdom, lanterns blazed, banners fluttered, music and dance abounded, and ministers gathered to offer their congratulations—a scene of peace and prosperity.

Su Liluo sat contentedly in a quiet corner of the palace, savoring delicacies and admiring the beauties, perfectly at ease.

Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine.

Turning around, she saw a palace maid dressed in emerald-green robes prostrate herself on the floor, pleading, "Forgive me, Miss Su! I was clumsy and spilled water on your gown. Please punish this humble servant."

Su Liluo glanced at the maid’s bowed head and merely smiled. “It’s nothing. With so many people here today, accidents are bound to happen. I suppose there’s a place in the palace where I can change my clothes?”

“Yes, yes, of course! Miss, please follow me,” the maid replied, scrambling to her feet and leading Su Liluo out of the hall.

She trailed behind the maid through twisting corridors until they finally reached a secluded palace chamber.

“Miss, inside you’ll find all kinds of gowns prepared for the ladies in attendance. Please take your time to choose; I’ll wait outside,” the maid said respectfully, then stationed herself at the door.

Su Liluo stepped inside to find the room filled with dresses of every style and size. The royal banquet preparations were truly thorough.

But as soon as the maid shut the door behind her, a coquettish and sultry female voice drifted through the air. “Your Highness, don’t be so impatient—let’s go inside first…”

The seductive tone made Su Liluo narrow her eyes. That voice was all too familiar.

“Don’t worry. I’ve already made sure no one comes here. Come, darling, give me a kiss—I’ve missed you so much…” The lascivious laughter that followed made the smile at Su Liluo’s lips deepen.

Now, this was interesting. The man’s voice was just as familiar to her—her much-envied fiancé, the current Crown Prince, Yun Fengxiao.

And the woman? Her dear little sister—Su Baizhi.

Who would have thought these two had become lovers? But who, then, had deliberately led her here to witness this sordid play?

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She found it all rather amusing.

“Your Highness, please… not so rough…” As the woman’s breathless protests rang out, the doors to the chamber were kicked open.

Su Liluo darted behind a rack of clothing, and while the two lovers were searching for a suitable spot, she quickly scanned the room, her gaze landing on a wardrobe against the wall.

She tiptoed over, but as soon as she cracked the wardrobe door, a hand shot out and yanked her inside.

Startled, she had no time to cry out before a hand clasped her throat and a low, menacing voice hissed in her ear, “Make a sound, and I’ll kill you.”

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. As the sole heir of a renowned family of traditional medicine in the 21st century, no one had ever dared threaten her like this.

Before she could drive her silver needle into her attacker, her wrist was caught in a vice-like grip, and she was pulled hard, colliding with the solid wall of a man’s chest.

The unexpected impact made her mutter a low curse—damn it, do men really have no idea how much it hurts for a woman to be slammed against a chest with not even a hint of softness?

Just as she was about to retaliate, the sounds outside grew louder—Su Baizhi’s cries, tinged with both pain and pleasure, and Yun Fengxiao’s muffled groans.

Unable to resist, Su Liluo peeked through the crack. Well, well, what a spectacle! No wonder Su Baizhi was so famous for her dancing—judging by the positions she could achieve, her flexibility was truly remarkable.

“Tsk tsk…” Su Liluo couldn’t help but comment aloud.

A deep, magnetic voice rumbled behind her, “You seem to be enjoying the show. The ones out there rolling together are your sister and your fiancé.”

She froze. That voice—she knew it as well.

A moment later, she tried to turn, but the cramped space made it impossible. Still, she was certain it was Yun Yanyi—Su Baizhi’s fiancé, the emperor’s youngest brother, the infamous sickly Prince Yi.

This realization turned her worldview upside down. So much for ancient people's prudishness! Not only were her sister and fiancé engaged in a public tryst, but Prince Yi was hiding in a wardrobe, watching his own betrothed in another man’s arms. If this was ancient reserve, what did openness look like?

“So it’s Prince Yi!” Su Liluo smirked. “Though the flower that was once yours has been plucked by another, you shouldn’t be too heartbroken. After all, the world is full of blossoms. Pity… you seem unable to pick even one!”

She expected Yun Yanyi to storm out and confront the couple, or at least do something, but she was wrong.

Instead, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wardrobe wall. “You’re quite bold, Su Liluo!”

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His voice, laced with anger and an icy aura, made Su Liluo instinctively want to retreat, but there was nowhere to go.

She forced a laugh. “Well, Prince Yi, I know you must be feeling low, but impotence is a medical condition—it can be treated. There’s no need to ignore the problem, right?”

No sooner had she spoken than she felt hot breath at her neck, and an icy pair of lips grazed her earlobe, sending a shiver through her.

“So, your fiancé is sleeping with my fiancée,” he whispered in a sultry voice, “shouldn’t I sleep with his fiancée in return?”

Su Liluo stiffened in shock. Damn it—was she being flirted with?

Sensing her tension, Yun Yanyi’s lips curled into a faint smile. This woman was indeed interesting.

But as he relaxed his grip, she deftly jabbed him in the waist. His strength drained away in an instant, and he slumped helplessly against the wardrobe wall.

Her grin widened, teeth flashing white in the darkness. Patting his face, she sighed dramatically, “Your Highness, it’s not that I wish to insult you, but honestly… if you can’t rise to the occasion, perhaps you shouldn’t try flirting with women.”

Yun Yanyi’s face darkened to a thunderous hue.

Just then, a loud moan outside drew Su Liluo’s attention once more. Peering out, she couldn’t help exclaiming, “Wow, that position… impressive!”

Su Baizhi’s hands clung desperately to Yun Fengxiao’s back, her body arched nearly ninety degrees.

Su Liluo turned to the limp Prince Yi behind her. “No wonder my sister spurned you for the crown prince—his skills are truly something to behold.”

At this, Yun Yanyi’s already grim face grew even darker; he wanted nothing more than to strangle this maddening woman.

After all, the woman outside was his fiancée, but the man was Su Liluo’s own betrothed! And here she was, watching the show with relish.

“Your Highness, do you… do you really intend to marry my elder sister?” Su Baizhi’s voice drifted in, breathless and broken by gasps of pleasure.