Damien Gray's face remained cold, but his embrace was gentle. "I know."
Morgan Shangguan reached out to rub his face and smiled, "Then don't be angry anymore."
Damien's expression softened a little as he held her and asked, "Do you know what Mona Shangguan cares about most?" He didn't think Mona truly cared about Adrian Yarrow; if she did, why would she use him just to provoke Damien? Perhaps what she cared about most was the position of Crown Princess.
Morgan leaned against his chest, absentmindedly twisting his hair with her fingers. She spoke softly, "She hates me deeply. What she cares about most is whether I'm suffering."
Damien lifted her chin and kissed her lips gently. "Then I will make sure you're happy!" he said.
Morgan laughed softly against his lips. "So, you want me to be happy because of Mona?"
"No, I've always wanted that."
In the end, Damien still couldn't let go of his anger and took action against Mona. But since Mona was now in Silvermoon Kingdom, any real trouble would be problematic. Damien rather liked this peaceful life and didn't want to disrupt it unless necessary. So he only gave her a medicine that caused heart-wrenching pain—whenever Mona felt even a trace of hatred toward Morgan, she would suffer unbearable agony.
That night, all the imperial physicians were summoned to the Crown Prince's residence because Mona was suffering from heart pain. Yet none of them could diagnose the cause, finally attributing it to acclimatization issues.
Because Mona was unwell, the next day was unusually quiet. As for the strange incident in the palace, no clues could be found, and in the end, it was left unresolved.
Adrian Yarrow sat by the bedside and asked softly, "Mona, are you feeling any better?"
Adrian truly liked Mona Shangguan, but for an emperor, feelings could never come first in his heart.
Mona nodded and asked, "Crown Prince, do you like my sister?" She had noticed Adrian's constant attention to Morgan.
Adrian reached out to touch her forehead and smiled, "Silly girl, haven't I told you? The position of empress will only ever belong to you."
Mona fell silent. The title of empress would be hers, but how many other consorts would share his affection? Still, she knew she couldn't ask for too much, or she would lose even what she had now.
She had to become his empress, to stay by his side forever. She wanted Morgan to watch her happiness, to suffer alone.
As she thought this, a wave of suffocating pain surged in her chest. Mona's face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Adrian frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Is it hurting again? I'll call the imperial physician!"
Mona grabbed his hand and shook her head. "It's nothing." She forced herself to push away those thoughts and tried not to think of anything. The pain gradually faded, and Mona asked, "What about Miss Qiu?"
Adrian frowned, "Didn't I say? The empress will only ever be you!"
So Mona could say no more. She couldn't ask Adrian Yarrow to have no other women but her. His promise had always been that the title of empress would be hers, that she would matter a little more than the others—but never that there would be no others. She couldn't even demand that his heart belong only to her. If she couldn't control people, how could she control his heart?
Adrian said gently, "Rest well, and don't think too much."
Watching Mona close her eyes, Adrian frowned. Tomorrow would be the day of the ancestral rites; it wouldn't be too late to approach Morgan then. As for Qiu Susu, he certainly wouldn't keep a spy by his side, but sometimes even spies could be useful.
"What are you thinking about?" Damien Gray wore only a robe. After giving instructions, he tossed aside the rest of his clothes and climbed onto the bed.
Morgan glanced at him and said slowly, "Isn't the Ghostmaster supposed to be handling this matter?"
Damien pulled her into his arms and laughed, "What does the Cloud Guildmaster think?"
Morgan grabbed his hand, half amused. "When will your hands learn to behave?"
Damien wasn't flustered at all, even with his hand caught. He lowered his head and kissed her shoulder lightly, mumbling, "Whenever I see my Princess Consort, they forget all about behaving."
Morgan laughed and scolded, "Pervert!" Ignoring him, she turned to business. "Jade Dragon Manor is one of the three righteous sects. Inviting all the heroes of the righteous path to the wedding banquet is normal, but this time even the evil faction was invited. It makes one wonder what Jade Feilong is really up to." The righteous have always despised the evil, so why would they invite them to a wedding banquet?
Damien said, "I've already sent someone to investigate. The banquet will be held right after the national festival. We'll see what's going on then."
Morgan mused, "It seems the martial world isn't peaceful either."
Damien bit her earlobe and whispered suggestively, "It's even less peaceful here..."
Morgan couldn't help but kick him, laughing, "Rogue!"
Damien rolled over, pinning her beneath him, his voice husky. "Morgan, we're husband and wife, so this is perfectly proper!"
"Proper?" Morgan's breath was uneven as she laughed, "It's broad daylight—what's proper about this?"
Damien declared domineeringly, "If I say it's proper, then it's proper!"
Suddenly, Morgan remembered something and pushed him away, saying, "I forgot something..."
Damien grabbed her hands, continuing his actions. "If you forgot, then just let it go."
"No, it's about the Cloud Guild. I can't let it go. Stop for a moment..."
Damien frowned, "What is it?"
Morgan raised an eyebrow and said bluntly, "The Cloud Guild's business—I'm not telling you!"
"Not telling me?" Damien narrowed his eyes dangerously, clearly displeased. "What's more important—the Cloud Guild or me?"
Morgan wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed, "Of course you're more important."