MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 78: The seventh consort is clingy

Chapter 78: The seventh consort is clingy

Hua Jing raised an eyebrow.

From behind the man, a young woman stood, her hands clasped delicately, her cheeks flushed with hope.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening.

Another matchmaking attempt.

Hua Jing nearly laughed out loud.

Another one?

Seven wasn’t enough?

She turned to Zhao Yan, eyes filled with amusement. "Prince, I think you should go."

Zhao Yan stilled.

His golden mask gleamed in the candlelight as he slowly turned toward her.

His gaze locked onto hers, sharp and searching.

"Do you really want me to go?" he asked.

Something flickered in his eyes—something dark and unreadable.

His fingers tapped against his goblet, slow and deliberate.

Hua Jing blinked at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

The air felt heavier, as if she had said something wrong.

She was only teasing, but now Zhao Yan’s stare had a flicker of something else.

A flicker of...

Was that anger?

Or something else?

For a brief second, she remembered their journey back to the palace—the way they had gone through life and death together and the way he had been gentle at times

Her heartbeat quickened.

She opened her mouth to speak—

But Zhao Yan let out a low chuckle.

"I guess not..."

Hua Jing blinked, "No..."

Zhao Yan ignored her

Then, he turned back to the nobleman.

"My apologies, Lord Sun," he said smoothly, his voice polite but distant. "I must decline. My seventh Consort is a tad clingy. We are newlyweds after all. If I leave her side right now I will look like a bad husband."

Hua Jing’s face went completely blank for a moment.

Then—

A deep red hue crawled up her neck, staining her ears and cheeks.

She turned to Zhao Yan, speechless.

Clingy?

When did she ever say she was clingy?!

Her mouth opened, but no words came out.

She stared at him, wide-eyed, almost asking, "When did I even say such things to you?!"

Meanwhile, Lord Sun’s face stiffened.

He quickly bowed, masking his disappointment.

Hua Jing, however, could clearly see the subtle twitch of his lips—the way his fingers clenched behind his back.

And behind him, his daughter’s expression was even worse.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat, and her bright eyes dimmed as if all her hopes had been utterly crushed.

Hua Jing resisted the strongest urge to smack Zhao Yan right then and there.

Was this how you rejected a lady?!

Would it have killed him to at least reject her in private?

Instead, he had publicly destroyed her chances in front of the entire nobility.

Even Hua Jing, who had no interest in Zhao Yan, felt bad for the girl.

As soon as the father and daughter walked away, Hua Jing whipped her head around and hissed,

"I am a clingy wife? You’ll look like a bad husband?"

Zhao Yan smirked. "That’s what I said."

Hua Jing’s hands itched to throw something at him.

"When did I ever say that?!" she demanded.

Zhao Yan leaned in, his tone light but teasing,

"You didn’t have to say it, my dear. I saw it all from your expressions."

Hua Jing’s eyebrows twitched violently.

Expressions?!

Just which part of her face told this shameless prince that she was a clingy wife?!

If anything, she wanted nothing more than to push him as far away as possible so she could have some peace!

Her eye twitched again.

She exhaled slowly, clenching her fists under the table.

This man...

She was going to suffocate him in his sleep!

Zhao Yan watched her silently, amusement dancing in his golden eyes.

Then, he smirked again.

"Look at you now," he said, tilting his head. "Aren’t you speechless? Doesn’t that mean what I’m saying makes perfect sense?"

His voice dropped into a sultry whisper,

"My dear wife, there’s no need for you to hide it. Whatever it is you’re thinking in that clever little brain of yours—"

He tapped a finger against her forehead lightly.

"—I already have a clue. Because I am your husband, after all."

He even winked, his eyes gleaming under the mask

Hua Jing was officially speechless.

She touched her forehead where he had just bumped with his fingers

She resisted the overwhelming urge to smack this man into the seven heavens.

Instead, she narrowed her eyes.

This shameless, smug, overgrown peacock of a prince...

He was so lucky they were in public.

Their bickering continued, faces inches apart, eyes locked like two stubborn warriors refusing to retreat.

Neither of them backed down.

Neither of them moved away.

And as their banter escalated, the rest of the banquet hall watched in stunned silence.

From an outsider’s perspective—

This wasn’t a fight.

This was a private, intimate conversation between two deeply in love newlyweds!

In slow motion.

Every glance.

Every smirk.

Every playful whisper.

It all reeked of affection.

The air crackled with unspoken tension.

And the reactions from the banquet guests varied wildly.

The Emperor, watching the exchange, took a slow sip of wine, raising an eyebrow in interest.

The Empress, on the other hand, hid her amused smile behind a delicate silk fan.

But the most interesting reactions came from Zhao Yan’s other wives.

The jealousy was so thick, so heavy, it could be collected, bottled, and sold as vinegar.

And the whole banquet hall was starting to stink.

The fourth consort, seated a few seats away, gripped her goblet so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

The fifth consort’s delicate pink lips twisted into a forced, stiff smile.

The third consort, who was normally calm and reserved, had an expression so dark, it looked as if she had swallowed a lemon.

One by one, each consort’s expressions soured, their gazes locked onto Zhao Yan and Hua Jing with burning intensity.

Except for one.

The second consort, seated comfortably in her place, was not jealous at all.

In fact—

She giggled.

With a hand over her lips, her shoulders shook as she whispered, "Those two are so adorable!"

Her amusement, however, was short-lived.

The fourth consort, sitting right beside her, discreetly elbowed her stomach.

"Ow!"