After a brief rest, Claire Yi was still fuming. She glared at Susie Yun and snapped, "And you—just a servant—how dare you compete with me for anything? I won’t let you off!" Claire had grown up in Celestial Valley, and Master Yi doted on her. She’d never suffered such humiliation. Now, being bullied while her senior brother ignored her, she felt even more wronged. The resentment in her eyes toward Morgan Shangguan only deepened.
Ryan Ouyang was furious, his eyes blazing. When had Susie Yun ever been insulted like this? He wanted to teach Claire Yi a lesson, but Susie Yun held him back—she didn’t want to cause trouble for her mistress.
Morgan Shangguan slowly walked to Claire Yi’s side, bent down, and grasped her chin. There was no anger on her face, no emotion in her eyes, and her voice was so calm it betrayed nothing. "Do you think you’re noble?"
Claire Yi stared blankly into Morgan Shangguan’s eyes, unable to look away. Morgan’s expression was still serene, yet Claire felt a sudden, inexplicable fear—a chill creeping deep into her heart.
Morgan Shangguan straightened, gazing down at Claire Yi from above. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she spoke softly, "Miss Yi, don’t forget—the Princess Consort is the true mistress of this residence. And you? You’re nothing." Her indifferent tone seemed to state a simple fact, devoid of extra emotion, yet it made Claire Yi tremble with anger.
Seeing the fury in Claire Yi’s eyes, Morgan Shangguan chuckled lightly. "It seems Miss Yi hasn’t realized this yet. Then I suppose a reminder is in order."
"Your Highness..." Maxwell Jing slipped quietly into the room.
Damien Gray sat up, lazily leaning against the bed. "What’s going on?" he asked. Aside from his pale complexion, he showed no sign of injury at all.
"Your Highness, the Princess Consort had a herd of pigs driven into Miss Yi’s courtyard, claiming she wanted to raise them." Maxwell Jing’s forehead was marked with several black lines—wasn’t this just treating Miss Yi like a pig? Uh... living together with swine...
Damien Gray was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing. He waved his hand, "Let her be."
Maxwell Jing hesitated. "Your Highness... isn’t this a bit much? After all, Miss Yi did save you once, didn’t she?"
Damien Gray replied indifferently, "She knows what she’s doing." He understood that if Morgan Shangguan had acted, Claire Yi must have provoked her. But the fact that Morgan let Claire off so easily was already a concession to him.
It seemed he should tell her not to worry about him. As long as she was happy, it wouldn’t matter if that woman died.
The Ghostmaster appeared gentle and refined, courteous and warm, but people often forgot that the true him was cold, cunning, and terrifyingly ruthless. Besides, that so-called debt of gratitude...
Was the Princess Consort really so measured? Maxwell Jing had his doubts. But since His Highness said so, what else could he say? Besides, he didn’t much like Claire Yi either.
Just as Maxwell Jing was about to leave, Damien Gray called him back. "Go find Yi Han and get some medicine that can induce a fever!"
A trace of confusion flickered in Maxwell Jing’s eyes. What did His Highness want that kind of medicine for? Still, he went without protest.
Damien Gray glanced at the bowl of medicine on the cabinet, lips curling into a calculating smile.
"Your Highness..." Maxwell Jing soon returned, but his expression was grave.
Damien Gray frowned. "What is it?"
"Prince Julian sent someone to invite the Princess Consort for a boat trip!"
Damien Gray sat up abruptly. "Where are they?"
Maxwell Jing was stunned by his agitation, then replied, "The Princess Consort has already left!" He hadn’t expected that in just a short absence, she would be invited away. He wondered what Prince Julian was scheming.
Originally, when someone came to invite Morgan Shangguan, the staff should have reported first to Damien Gray. But since Damien was in the Nether Court, the messenger was intercepted by Morgan herself. In the past, the staff would have kept silent and waited for Damien’s decision, but now, after he had affirmed Morgan’s status, everyone in the residence regarded her as a second master and naturally hid nothing from her—even if Morgan herself was unaware of this shift.
Upon hearing this, Damien Gray’s brows furrowed tightly. Maxwell Jing reassured him, "Your Highness, the Princess Consort is also the Cloud Guildmaster—Prince Julian shouldn’t be able to trouble her!"
Damien Gray looked out the window, silent for a moment before suddenly asking, "Morgan wouldn’t fall for Prince Ethan, would she?"
Caw caw...
A flock of crows flew overhead. Maxwell Jing was momentarily petrified—he never imagined Damien Gray would be worried about something like this!
Damien Gray glanced at him coolly, not feeling his concern was at all misplaced. He hadn’t won Morgan Shangguan’s heart yet, and in the process of pursuing her, he naturally had to guard against others trying to steal it. What was wrong with that?
After a moment’s thought, Damien Gray ordered, "Go find Morgan and tell her I’m dying!"
"Huh?" Maxwell Jing eyed Damien Gray up and down. He looked nowhere near dying!
Suddenly, Damien Gray reached out his hand. Maxwell Jing paused, then handed him the medicine, beginning to realize what Damien intended. The corners of his mouth twitched—His Highness would stop at nothing! Maxwell had truly learned a lot during this time.
Inside the lavishly decorated pleasure boat, Prince Ethan wore a cultured smile, chatting with the person beside him—a tall, slender young man with an ordinary face, yet an air of steady composure that marked him as anything but common.
"Princess Consort, please!"
A faint smile played on Morgan Shangguan’s lips. Emperor Alexander had once bestowed her the title ‘Enchantress,’ which many found disrespectful, but was ‘Princess Consort of the Ghostmaster’ really any better?
Prince Ethan and the young man beside him looked up and saw Morgan Shangguan. Prince Ethan’s smile remained refined, but the young man suddenly stood up, visibly excited.
"It’s you!" The young man seemed to forget everything else, staring fixedly at Morgan Shangguan.
Morgan Shangguan raised an eyebrow, looking at him. That ordinary face was surely disguised, but did he know the original Morgan Shangguan, or was it her he recognized?