My Beautiful Master is Delicate and Charming (20)

Seeing these two people, Little Wei finally understood how to write the phrase "torturous love."

She raised her hand to touch her face—it was numb.

Just destroy everything already, she was exhausted!

"If that's the case, and you refuse to part, then Consort De's eyes must also be returned to Su Qingyun. After all, this is what I owe Su Qingyun. Little Wei, when the time comes, I’ll leave this matter to you."

The Emperor had long noticed Little Wei peeking at the palace entrance. Though it was improper, the Emperor always indulged her, and Su Zhe simply turned a blind eye.

"Understood, Little Wei obeys." Little Wei stepped forward and bowed.

A scorching gaze landed on her. If the Emperor hadn’t been present, Little Wei would have kicked Mo Hanyun straight out the door.

But Su Qingyun had just undergone surgery, and the wound needed time to heal before further procedures. Otherwise, even with divine intervention, there would be lasting complications.

The Emperor granted Su Qingyun permission to recuperate in the palace while sending Mo Yujun back to his residence. He couldn’t stand the sight of his troublesome son.

After giving his orders, the Crown Prince escorted the Prime Minister out of the palace. Watching the Prime Minister leave, he then turned to Little Wei, who was squatting on the ground, sulking as she counted ants.

"So, have you made up your mind?" Mo Hanyun crouched behind Little Wei, a faint smile on his face.

"Who the hell are you looking for? I don’t know you." Little Wei had completely lost patience with this man.

You bastard, just drop dead!

Go to hell!

"Of course you don’t know me, but..." He chuckled softly. "Forget that scoundrel Gu Wei. Marry me instead—I’ll treat you well."

Little Wei: "..."

It took her a solid eternity to process one thing: this guy seemed to know her.

But... wasn’t she Gu Wei?

"Oh, here’s the thing—I actually used to go by the name Gu Wei." Little Wei raised an eyebrow and deadpanned at Mo Hanyun.

Then, she watched as the smile on his face vanished in an instant before he bolted in terror.

Little Wei scoffed. "Pfft—that’s it? And he dares to mess with bromance? Pathetic."

From within the system space, Si glanced at the fleeing figure and vaguely recognized who he might be.

She had a hunch about his identity.

This man had once pursued her relentlessly, viewing Gu Wei as his greatest romantic rival.

But how had he mistaken Gu Wei for her, Si’s reincarnation?

And more importantly—how had he managed to cross into another novel’s universe?

"Si, I think we’re in the clear. He probably won’t bother me again." Little Wei shrugged. This guy was weak—too weak. Next time, she’d find someone sturdier, someone who could actually fight her.

"Don’t be so sure." Si’s brow twitched. Knowing his personality, he wasn’t the type to give up easily.

"We’ll see. I’m going back to my master now. You, as a lonely single, better take care of yourself. If you ever find a male system, let me know—I’ll send you a red envelope."

Little Wei stretched lazily, thoroughly pleased with herself.

Si: Fine, no point getting angry.

Since when was she a "lonely single"?

What Little Wei didn’t expect was that her days of suffering were just beginning.

And that suffering came in the form of the Crown Prince she’d dismissed as a joke—Mo Hanyun.

In all her years, Little Wei had never met anyone as shameless as Mo Hanyun. Breaking into her room in the dead of night, stealing her blankets—what kind of lunatic did that?

"Are you out of your damn mind?" Little Wei clutched her poor, defenseless quilt, glaring at the marauding bandit Mo Hanyun.

Even if he was into bromance, at most they’d share a bed—but stealing blankets? What kind of hero did that?

Off with his head! Ugh!

"I’m perfectly sane. I just wanted to confirm something—you’re clearly a woman." Gone was Mo Hanyun’s daytime elegance; now he looked every bit the ruffian.

Little Wei snapped. She already had a temper when woken up, and this nonsense pushed her over the edge.

"You’re full of crap. If I hadn’t had that accident, I’d drop my pants and slap you with the truth."

Mo Hanyun: "..."

"Okay, now I believe you." He suddenly released the blanket.

Little Wei: ???

"She would never be this crude. Only you could be this vulgar. But since you’re a woman now, I’ll let bygones be bygones—I won’t hold a grudge over you stealing my wife." Mo Hanyun sighed in relief, though...

What was with that smug, gloating look in his eyes?

Little Wei was ready to grab a blade.

"Freak, I’m going back to sleep." She yanked the blanket back, yawned, and barely touched her jade pillow before Mo Hanyun tugged it away again.

"What... do you even want?!" Little Wei gritted her teeth, fantasizing about beating this sleep-disrupting beast to death with a stick.

Mo Hanyun blinked innocently.

"Come on, let’s grab a drink. Who sleeps before midnight these days?"

Little Wei: "..."

No, she had to murder him.

"I’m not going. We’re not close." She rolled over, presenting him with an emotionless back of her head.

Yet, after an eternity, she still let herself be pestered into leaving the palace with this nuisance.

Staring at her rival, who now resembled a radish, Mo Hanyun nearly teared up and ordered a lavish feast for Little Wei.

"Knowing you’re a girl puts my heart at ease. I’m so moved—who’d have thought you’d end up like this?"

Little Wei: (a string of incoherent curses)

"Go get your brain checked. There might still be time." Little Wei was convinced this man was deranged.

"Don’t worry. Your wife will be my wife now. Look on the bright side—I’ll send you a big red envelope." Mo Hanyun brushed off the details, cheerfully pouring her wine.

Little Wei was baffled. "What wife? I don’t have a wife."

Mo Hanyun quickly covered his mouth.

"Never mind, pretend I didn’t say that. By the way, you’re surprisingly convincing—not bad at all." He gave her an appraising glance, pausing at her chest before clicking his tongue in approval.

Then he met Little Wei’s icy, murderous gaze.

Mo Hanyun: (O×O)

"Take it back."

How could someone this fierce ever get married, even as a woman?

Mo Hanyun had his doubts.

"Where do you know me from?" Little Wei asked.

This was strange. She was certain she’d never met him, yet there was an odd familiarity—the kind that made her want to punch him every time he appeared.

"That... I can’t say. If I do, I’ll get kicked out." Mo Hanyun glanced skyward before whispering to her.

Standing this close, he caught a whiff of fruity fragrance from her, momentarily dazed.

But how had he never noticed before? This person had a real talent for being a girl.

Soft skin, tender flesh—very bouncy.