TSFLIP Chapter 879

“Does the Crown Princess dislike this method?”

“Of course I do!”

“That’s only natural. Prime Minister Xia is diligent and loyal to the country—how could he possibly commit treason?” Song Wuxia shook his head and dismissed the idea. “Then there’s the second method: the Crown Princess violates one of the Seven Grounds for Divorce. If His Highness wishes to depose you, the entire court would approve.”

“The Seven Grounds?”

“For example, if the Crown Princess were to be unfaithful. To preserve the royal family’s reputation, the old emperor might issue an edict ordering the Crown Prince and Crown Princess to divorce.”

“Might?”

He smiled. “Naturally, there’s also the possibility that the Crown Princess would be confined to the Cold Palace for the rest of her life, never allowed to take a single step outside.”

Fengguang thought of the Cold Palace she had accidentally wandered into some time ago—desolate and eerily empty. It sent chills down her spine. “I don’t want to go to the Cold Palace! Don’t you have a more reliable method?”

“Then there’s the third.”

“Tell me, tell me!”

“The Crown Princess contracts a terminal illness, feels her days are numbered, and voluntarily steps down,” Song Wuxia said, the corners of his thin lips lifting in a faint smile. “However, given the Crown Prince’s loyal and affectionate nature, he may refuse to divorce you. In that case, the only option would be for the Crown Princess to fake her own death.”

“Fake my death…”

“But you must think this through carefully. Once you fake your death, it means abandoning your lofty status as the Prime Minister’s beloved daughter. Even if you regret it later, you’ll never regain that former level of prestige.” To his credit, he laid out all the pros and cons. Song Wuxia sighed inwardly—perhaps he really was a good person after all.

Occasionally being a good person didn’t feel so bad.

“Now that I think about it…” Fengguang stroked her chin, then clapped her hands. “This is a great idea!”

Song Wuxia’s hand paused mid-reach for his teacup.

Seeing him freeze, Fengguang asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He simply hadn’t expected her to take his offhand suggestion so seriously—and to actually intend to do it. For the first time, Song Wuxia realized that someone being too foolish could truly give one a headache.

Fengguang stared at him with wide eyes. “So tell me—how do I carry out this plan?”

“Well…” Song Wuxia looked at the woman beside him, listening with rapt attention, and felt as though he’d lifted a rock only to drop it on his own foot. He could already imagine that if Prime Minister Xia learned he’d been the one who encouraged Xia Fengguang to fake her death and divorce, the old man would come after him with murderous intent.

It wasn’t that Song Wuxia possessed any particular respect for the elderly. It was simply that Xia Chao was no easy opponent, and until his own goals were achieved, Song Wuxia had no desire to tear things apart with him. It would bring trouble—nothing fatal, but trouble nonetheless. And trouble wasted time.

Fengguang gazed at him expectantly. For the first time, Song Wuxia’s eyes flickered away. For the first time, he felt that being admired so wholeheartedly wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Fortunately, someone burst in at that moment and saved him from the predicament. The newcomer was a man dressed in black. He dropped to one knee and reported, “My lord, this subordinate failed in his duty. Miss Bingqing has been captured by members of the Villains’ Alliance.”

Song Wuxia frowned, his handsome brows knitting together.

Fengguang tilted her head and studied him for a moment, then asked innocently, “That Miss Bingqing… is she your mistress?”

The messenger trembled from head to toe.

The corner of Song Wuxia’s eye twitched. His smile grew even gentler as he said, “Crown Princess—who taught you the word ‘mistress’?”