After asking everything she wanted, Lady Sapphire made only a token effort to keep Morgan Shangguan, suggesting she stay for lunch at the palace before returning. But Morgan insisted on going back to the Ghost King's Manor, and Lady Sapphire did not press further.
It seemed Emperor Alexander now believed she had truly captivated Damien Gray. Morgan had thought he might force her to stay, just to test Damien’s reaction! If she’d known it would be this simple, she wouldn’t have let Damien take advantage for nothing!
Leaving the palace gates, just as Morgan Shangguan was about to board the carriage, she finally glanced at Maxwell Jing and asked softly, "Are you that pleased?"
Maxwell Jing quickly wiped the grin from his face and shook his head, "No!" He wasn’t doing anything wrong—he just always got a bit excited after messing with people. Looks like he’d better work on that habit!
Morgan Shangguan ignored him and climbed into the carriage. She had only brought Maxwell Jing with her this time, mostly because she worried Susie Yun wouldn’t be used to palace etiquette and might cause trouble. After all, who knew if someone with ill intentions was waiting to make things difficult for her!
"Mo'er..." (Mo'er is a term of endearment, pronounced 'Maw-er', used for Morgan Shangguan.)
As soon as Morgan Shangguan stepped through the manor gates, Damien Gray swept her into a bear hug. "Mo'er... I've missed you so much!"
Morgan Shangguan replied calmly, "Prince Damien, there’s no one else here!" No need for theatrics!
Maxwell Jing looked up at the sky, pretending he saw nothing—absolutely nothing. But inside, he was wailing: My prince! Your image! Chasing after a woman doesn’t mean you have to ruin your reputation!
Damien Gray had completely tossed aside his usual gentle and courteous image, clinging to Morgan Shangguan and nuzzling her. The way he acted—wasn’t it a bit like a puppy?
A sudden thought flashed through Maxwell Jing’s mind. Was Prince Damien acting like this because the Princess Consort liked that little puppy so much...?
Maxwell Jing’s expression kept changing, his mouth twitching. Please don’t let it be what I’m thinking!
Hearing Morgan’s words, Damien Gray’s eyes lit up. He spoke suggestively, "Mo'er, are you hinting I can do things only a husband should see?" His gaze lingered on her lips, completely forgetting Maxwell Jing was still there as the 'outsider.'
Morgan Shangguan didn’t bother to argue. She shoved him away and headed toward the Nether Court.
Damien Gray didn’t stop her, just narrowed his eyes, watching Morgan’s retreating figure with a half-smile. Clearly, he was plotting something.
Damien glanced at Maxwell Jing, whose face looked odd, lost in some fantasy. Damien frowned, "Aren’t you coming?"
Maxwell Jing snapped back to reality, seeing Damien Gray’s frown and Morgan already far ahead. He sighed in resignation and hurried after them. Of course, he didn’t dare voice his suspicions—so this became yet another unsolved mystery.
Night fell, and moonlight poured down, casting a blanket of silver across the ground and stretching long, dark shadows.
In the Ghost King's Manor, people always did more and spoke less. As soon as darkness fell, the manor became utterly silent—almost as if no one was there. But it wasn’t truly empty.
Yet now, a shadow crept closer to the bed—without disturbing anyone. Silent and unseen, it appeared in the room, its target clearly the person lying on the bed.
Dawn broke, painting the sky with rosy clouds. Sunlight spilled through the window, bringing a gentle warmth to the room.
Morgan Shangguan stirred, her hand brushing against something smooth as jade. She froze, then snapped her eyes open. Seeing the naked, handsome man she was holding, she sat up abruptly, gritting her teeth. "Why are you in my bed?"
Damien Gray looked completely innocent. "Princess Consort, we’re husband and wife—of course we should share the same bed!"
Morgan narrowed her eyes at him, her voice cold. "Did you drug me?"
Damien was momentarily stunned, then replied seriously, "No, I didn’t." This was no joke—he had to explain clearly. If Morgan really got angry, it would be trouble!
"No?" Morgan was suspicious. If not, how could she not have noticed someone else in her bed?
Damien Gray sighed. "I really didn’t drug you!"
Morgan studied him for a long moment, then fell silent, her expression dark. Had all those days of hugging while traveling made her so used to Damien’s presence? She was used to controlling everything, so this unpredictable situation left her uneasy. She needed time to think.
Just when Morgan thought she’d regained her composure, Damien Gray threw everything into chaos again. Frustrated, she didn’t want to deal with him. Maybe she should leave for a while.
She’d thought that calmly dealing with Damien’s every scheme would be enough. But now, she realized she was still following his lead—and couldn’t return to her former calm.
After a moment of silence, Morgan said, "I just entered the palace yesterday. Emperor Alexander probably won’t summon me again so soon. I’ll be away for a few days!" She didn’t bother worrying about the other schemers; Damien would surely handle them.
Damien Gray’s face darkened. "You’re avoiding me." His tone left no room for doubt—Morgan clearly didn’t want to see him.
Morgan said nothing, trying to get out of bed. She planned to leave soon—sometimes outsiders see things more clearly than those caught up in the mess. She needed distance from this chaos to see the truth.
Damien Gray pulled her back, his face stern, and kissed her, his hand locking behind her head.
Damien Gray was usually patient—he knew you couldn’t rush things and preferred slow, careful planning. But when it came to Morgan, he seemed to lose that patience. Maybe he should give her time to think, but he couldn’t help worrying: What if she left and met someone else? What if she fell in love with another man? He wouldn’t be able to bear it!
"Mm... Damien Gray..." Morgan’s eyes burned with anger. Her mind was already a mess, and Damien seemed intent on stirring it up even more. She was furious!
Damien’s eyes flashed, as if he’d made a decision. His hand slid into her loose robe. Morgan’s gaze turned cold, and she slapped him.
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