Chapter 250

Chapter 250

Still, Su Yi had no mood tonight.

After finishing the meal, she was ready to send him packing—there was no time for games tonight.

So, out you go.

He had already accompanied her for dinner; he couldn’t ask for more.

If Su Yi hadn’t changed her tune so fast, Kangxi wouldn’t have been so dumbfounded.

Facing Kangxi’s expression that clearly said, *"Why are you always thinking about such things?"*

Su Yi: "...”

Oh my god, wipe that look off your face, you jerk.

If you try anything later when we sleep, I’ll jump up and slap your face—see how loud it rings!

At first, when they lay down, both kept to themselves.

But then Kangxi reached out and pulled her into his arms. Su Yi, who had her eyes closed as if already asleep, was ready and waiting.

"I’m ‘asleep’ (not really)."

Well?

But then… nothing.

Su Yi: "!"

"I was revved up, and this is all I get??”

Su Yi fidgeted, only to feel him tighten his embrace. The man pressed closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

Oh, now it’s on.

But then his deep voice sounded softly in her ear, "Consort, behave. I’m tired today."

Though she didn’t hear obvious laughter, she could *feel* this jerk quietly laughing at her!

Ugh, unbelievable. If she opened her eyes now to clap back, wouldn’t that just expose her pretense?

But keeping her eyes closed and pretending to be asleep still felt like losing.

As if she was above such earthly urges! Could someone like her take that lying down?

After a moment of silence, Su Yi pretended to flop around restlessly in her sleep and elbowed him.

Hearing a suppressed grunt, she shook her hand, turned over, and settled in—ready to sleep for real this time.

She snuggled into the pillow, feeling satisfied.

"Consort!" Kangxi called in a low, irritated voice.

Even without opening her eyes, Su Yi could feel him staring at her.

His gaze seemed to burn into her, trying to discern whether she was truly asleep. Under such scrutiny, Su Yi...

She felt even more relaxed.

After all, she was asleep, and it's hard to wake someone who's pretending to sleep.

What, psychological burden?

Su Yi didn’t have one.

Then Kangxi leaned in again and called out once more, this time with a slightly probing tone.

Su Yi stayed still—steady, she had this.

Then came a pinch on her nose.

Su Yi: !!

Was he trying to cut off her air?!

Meh, she could mouth-breathe.

But Kangxi wasn’t one for crass moves—it stopped after just one pinch.

Seriously? So childish.

Kangxi gave a quiet scoff, “You little psycho,” as if certain Su Yi was already asleep.

With her asleep, he could trash-talk her now.

After all, he’d called out twice just now and she hadn’t woken up, right? Now he could vent.

*Su Yi: ???*

Wow, so the jerk badmouthed her regularly? It didn’t sound like something he came up with on the spot.

But after faking sleep this long, Su Yi really couldn’t just jump up and retaliate now.

The night dragged on like that.

Then, in the morning, she heard Kangxi getting up, rustling as he changed clothes, way louder than usual. Su Yi half-woke, groggy.

But her eyes remained closed, trying to drift back to sleep.

But the noise waxed and waned—ugh, ridiculous.

Just as she was about to adjust to the sound and fall asleep again, a loud noise startled her.

Su Yi: !!

Sleep? Gone. And this repeated two or three times.

Su Yi: !!!

Who could sleep through this?!

Su Yi’s eyes flew open—not waking up now would be weird.

Hair a mess, she sat bolt upright, like a corpse bolting upright.

The maids, already on edge, jumped.

The Emperor had been making occasional noises all day, putting the palace staff on edge, especially at first when they thought it was their own mistake.

Upon checking, they realized everyone else was fine—it was the Emperor doing it on purpose.

And it only got worse, but the attendants acted clueless and didn’t dare ask.

Before, though the Emperor never made a point of it, he would at least keep his movements quieter to avoid waking Her Ladyship.

But now, for some reason, he was being so loud—wouldn’t Her Ladyship actually wake up?

Right on cue, Her Ladyship really did jolt awake.

Su Yi snatched up a pillow and threw it, with perfect aim straight at the target, not accidentally hitting anyone else.

Kangxi, like he saw it coming, swiftly caught the pillow and silently thought, *Good thing the Imperial Consort doesn’t use porcelain pillows.*

Otherwise, Kangxi would’ve ducked—even if it wasn’t very emperorly of him.

The servants had no idea what to do. By protocol, they should’ve shielded the Emperor after Her Ladyship threw something...

But... they just weren’t fast enough?

The only one who reacted in time, Liang Jiugong, rushed forward—only to be brushed aside by His Majesty the moment he got close, as if he was cramping His Majesty’s style.

Liang Jiugong: "..."

He was utterly baffled.

Kangxi caught it. Though appearing composed, he was actually slightly startled by the force with which the Imperial Noble Consort threw the pillow.

Then Su Yi jumped down from the bed and came over barefoot, not just annoyed but downright furious.

If one had to describe it, she was practically fuming.

In front of the palace servants, Kangxi seemed perfectly at ease, didn’t bat an eye—his demeanor was so commanding that even holding a pillow, he maintained his poise.

But upon closer inspection, one might notice his body had gone tense.

"Imperial Noble Consort, you're up."

As Kangxi tossed the pillow toward Liang Jiugong, he waved his hand behind his back, basically saying: 'Get out of here, quick!'

Liang Jiugong hadn’t served as the chief eunuch for so many years without reason—he was on the ball.

While most of the palace servants were still processing what happened, Liang Jiugong had already swiftly picked up the signal and herded everyone out.

After all, if they lingered any longer, they might witness something they shouldn’t.

For instance, the sight of His Majesty being scolded by an enraged Imperial Noble Consort—what if his dignity took a hit in front of the servants? Liang Jiugong considered this scenario in his mind.

And then he thought, well, it wasn’t exactly far-fetched.

After all, Imperial Noble Consort was quite principled—she usually only targeted the one who provoked her and rarely took her anger out on bystanders.

Wasn’t the pillow aimed precisely at him?

His Majesty, on the other hand, was different—His Majesty usually made everyone pay.

Perhaps from dealing with too many troublesome kids with bowl cuts, when Su Yi threw herself at him, Kangxi effortlessly scooped her up and lifted her high.

Suddenly hoisted into the air, Su Yi flailed her feet momentarily before going still in surprise, locking eyes with Kangxi. An awkward silence settled between them.

It was like a frozen moment.

The moment the silence broke, both of them moved at once.

Outside, Liang Jiugong stood with a stern expression, exuding an air of severity—this was no time for joking around, and everyone had better stay on high alert.

No one knew exactly what was happening inside, but the occasional sound of objects shattering could be heard.

The palace servants grew increasingly uneasy—was this a serious fight?

Her Majesty seemed genuinely furious upon being woken, far from suppressing her temper—it looked like a complete outburst.

With everyone now outside, there was no one left to calm her down, though even if they had stayed, few would have dared to step in.

At the same time, they couldn’t help but worry—what if the Emperor was provoked?

The intermittent sound of breaking objects only deepened their concern—could the Emperor have been hurt?

The more they thought about it, the more unbearable the anxiety became, leaving them like ants on a hot griddle, completely on edge.

They thought they could handle stress, but this was too much.

Liang Jiugong, standing closest, could hear more than the distant shattering noises that reached the servants below.

He caught fragments of conversation, piecing together the gist of it. When he saw the servants trembling visibly—

Even Qinxin, who usually maintained composure, couldn't hide her nervousness, her clasped hands tightening subtly.

Liang Jiugong could only avert his gaze skyward with a silent sigh.

Man, I just don't get it.