MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 138: This was not a trick!

Chapter 138: This was not a trick!

Hua Jing’s lips tingled.

Her breath came in short, shaky gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The world around her felt distant, blurred at the edges. Her mind was blank, completely void of any coherent thought.

She stared up at Zhao Yan, his piercing gaze locked onto her own, unreadable yet filled with something heavy—something dangerous. Something she wasn’t prepared to face.

What... just happened?

The kiss still lingered between them, the warmth of it, the sensation, the way their lips had moved together, perfectly in sync as if they had been meant to. Her fingers curled into fists, her body tensing as realization set in. She had kissed him back.

Why?

She had no answer.

Zhao Yan’s grip around her waist remained firm, his hold possessive, refusing to let her step away. His breathing was just as uneven as hers, but his expression remained calm, though his eyes gave him away. He was staring at her as if she had just shattered something inside him.

He knew it as well, that there was no way Hua Jing will get to know of his feelings if he just stayed silently at the side like he did in there previous life.

Hua Jing did not know this but she was quite clueless when it came to certain matters.

Like love for example she had only ever had one boyfriend who was Jiang Lei and even then she still acted as if she was all alone.

It took Jiang Lei’s insistence for certain things to happen if they did not speak then Hua Jing would never be the first person to initiate conversation. It was quite sad yet it was the truth about her.

Zhao Yan knew this as well which was the reason why he was bombarding her with all this instances of affection so that she might come to a conclusion all by herself.

Deep down, he had always known it as well,

Hua Jing liked him too...

She just did not know it yet

"Hua Jing," he murmured, voice low, deep, intimate.

She stiffened at the sound of her name coming from his lips, something twisting inside her chest. She couldn’t pinpoint the feeling, but it left her unsettled. And then, she did the only thing she could think of—she tried to pull away.

Zhao Yan smirked, tightening his hold.

"What, is there something wrong with me kissing my wife?" His tone was teasing, but beneath it, there was something real, something raw.

Hua Jing froze.

Wife.

That word—spoken so casually, so naturally—made her heart skip a beat. She opened her mouth, ready to retort, but no words came out. She didn’t even know what she wanted to say.

A loud cough interrupted the moment.

Zhao Yan sighed.

Hua Jing flinched.

Both turned their heads at the same time, and standing there, looking as if he had just walked in on something scandalous, was Wei Ling.

His lips twitched, his eyes flickering between the two of them.

For the first time in his life, he was completely speechless.

Zhao Yan. His Crown Prince. The man who had always been composed, restrained, unreadable—kissing a woman in broad daylight, in front of an entire noble audience, completely unapologetic about it?

Wei Ling had witnessed many things, but nothing could have prepared him for this.

"Your Highness," he said, bowing low, his voice carefully measured.

The moment those words left his lips, the entire courtyard seemed to shudder.

A gasp rippled through the crowd. Then another.

And then, suddenly—

The sound of nobles dropping to their knees.

One by one.

Like dominos falling in perfect synchronization.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince!"

The declaration echoed through the space, as if solidifying the reality they had just witnessed.

The nobleman who had insulted Hua Jing? His face drained of color. His lips trembled. He swallowed hard before forcing himself to kneel, his pride shattered.

"G-Greetings, Seventh Consort..."

The words tasted like poison, but he had no choice.

This wasn’t a fraud.

This wasn’t a trick.

This was the Crown Prince.

And the woman in his arms? The one they had mocked, insulted, humiliated—she was royalty.

The nobleman’s throat went dry.

His hands trembled as he looked at Hua Jing, the very woman he had insulted, mocked, and humiliated just moments ago. The Seventh Consort. The Crown Prince’s consort.

He had called her a whore.

He had called the Crown Prince a gigolo.

He had dug his own grave.

The weight of his words crashed down on him like a collapsing mountain, suffocating and inescapable. His back was damp with sweat, his fingers twitching at his sides as he struggled to breathe.

Around him, the other nobles were no better.

Their once arrogant expressions had been wiped clean, replaced by pure, unfiltered terror.

They had joined in the humiliation because it was easy.

Because it had been normal.

Because mocking the illegitimate daughter of Hua Ming Rong was something they had always done.

She was a stain in high society.

A shameful existence.

An outcast.

But now?

Now, she was above them.

And worse—she was favored.

The Seventh Consort was in favor.

And a favored woman could get them all executed.

One whisper to the prince, one soft murmur in his ear, and it would be over for them.

For all of them.

No one knew the Crown Prince’s temperament.

No one knew how he handled insults.

Because no one had ever dared to insult him before.

He had been hidden away his entire life, unseen, unheard, unknown.

And now—now they had openly disgraced him.

They had called him a gigolo.

They had called his consort a whore.

They had accused her of adultery in front of his very eyes.

And worst of all—

He had witnessed it all.

The nobleman could feel the sharp gazes of the other guests burning into his back.

He could hear their silent accusations.

It was your idea.

You started this.

You dragged us into this.

His fingers clenched into trembling fists.

He had to fix this.

Somehow, somehow, he had to redeem himself.

Slowly, he turned his gaze back to Hua Jing.

The Seventh Consort.

The woman he had humiliated beyond reason.

His lips parted, his voice hoarse, shaky.

"Seventh... Seventh Consort..."

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