TSFLIP Chapter 876

Song Wuxia couldn’t help laughing. “Interesting. Very interesting… A dignified young lady of the Chancellor’s household, the reigning Crown Princess Consort, doesn’t want to become Empress of the realm, but instead wants to be the owner of a dessert shop. If the Chancellor were to hear this, I wonder what he’d think.”

“This is my life, so of course I get to decide how I live it. Even if my father knew, he wouldn’t be able to change my mind.” Fengguang snorted lightly. In her view, no one else had the right to dictate her life’s path.

Song Wuxia watched her smug expression for a moment, then said—almost as if reluctant to dampen her mood, “If you were an ordinary woman, that would be one thing. But you’re the Crown Princess Consort. A divorce between the Crown Prince and his consort—do you think that’s easy?”

“That’s why I’m working hard to find the next Crown Princess Consort,” she said earnestly. “Haven’t I been seriously trying to set the Crown Prince up with Yiren? I think she’s pretty good—open and graceful, and she’s the one the Crown Prince loves. When the time comes, I’ll say I’m stepping aside for the more worthy, and the Crown Prince definitely won’t object!”

“Crown Princess Consort…” Song Wuxia had never encountered anyone so simple-minded. In truth, he never allowed such people to survive within three minutes of his presence—it made even the air feel stupid. After a moment’s thought, he chose his words carefully. “Royal couples don’t divorce so easily.”

“I know it’s not easy, but as long as both the Crown Prince and I agree, that’s already more than halfway there, right?”

“Do you know that when you married the Crown Prince, it was a marriage personally bestowed by His Majesty?”

“I… know a little,” she admitted. In truth, she’d heard it from Feiyu.

“Since it was His Majesty himself who granted the marriage, how could he so readily agree to your divorce?”

She giggled. “Looks like even the Western Depot isn’t as quick with information as the rumors say.”

Song Wuxia played along with her smugness. “And what does the Crown Princess Consort mean by that?”

“The old emperor…” She covered her mouth immediately after saying those irreverent words and sneaked a glance at him. Seeing that his expression didn’t change—and that there was even a bit more amusement in his eyes—she relaxed and continued. “Last time, he rewarded me with all kinds of things, just to get me to hurry up and divorce the Crown Prince. But I thought that if I really divorced him, the old emperor might kill him soon after. My conscience couldn’t take it, so I didn’t agree.”

His brows drew together slightly. “The old emperor actually wanted you to divorce Baili Mo…”

This was information he hadn’t had—he hadn’t even noticed that he’d followed her in calling him “the old emperor.”

Fengguang nodded. “Yes. He wanted me to leave the Crown Prince. I don’t know why. He even said he could grant me the title of princess afterward.”

“Is that so?” Song Wuxia didn’t expect her to provide a coherent explanation. He asked instead, “Since you were afraid that leaving Baili Mo would weigh on your conscience because the old emperor might kill him, why are you now willing to divorce him?”

“Because the misunderstanding has been cleared up,” Fengguang said. “The old emperor now knows that the Crown Prince wasn’t the assassin who tried to kill him. And besides, Yiren seems very smart—she can help the Crown Prince a lot. That means I can finally bow out gracefully.”

“I see. But no matter what, you’re still the Crown Princess Consort. Now that the old emperor knows the Crown Prince wasn’t plotting rebellion, there’s no longer any reason for him to insist on your divorce. So tell me—what are you going to do about this divorce now?”

“Right!” Fengguang suddenly realized the problem. Back when the Crown Prince had been accused of treason, Baili Min had considered her a daughter of the Xia dynasty and didn’t want to implicate her, which was why he’d wanted them to divorce. Now that the Crown Prince was safe, in Baili Min’s eyes, she was once again his chosen daughter-in-law. She looked up in distress. “Then what do you think I should do?”

Hmm… the way she looked to him for help, small and delicate as she sat in his arms, was irresistibly adorable.

Song Wuxia’s Adam’s apple shifted. “Kiss me once, and I’ll tell you what to do.”