Chapter 1173: The Princess Consort Whose Memories Were Altered (48)

Early the next morning, Shangguan Yi brought Tang Guo to Prince Jing's Manor.

The outcome was exactly as expected. Tang Jiao also insisted that she was Prince Jing's Princess Consort and not Consort Jiao of the imperial palace.

Unable to detect the slightest flaw and with no way to break through the mystery for the time being, Shangguan Yi could only return to the palace in anger with Tang Guo.

The grand gathering between the kingdoms was imminent, and he was busy every day. For the time being, he had no time to continue investigating the matter.

On the journey back, Shangguan Yi sat inside the carriage, staring at the woman seated opposite him. She possessed the same stunning face as Tang Jiao, yet the sight of her filled him with disgust.

“Although I don't know what exactly happened, remember this well—your identity is Prince Jing's Princess Consort, not my Consort Jiao.”

Seeing that she remained silent, Shangguan Yi sneered.

“Don't even think about receiving the slightest favor from me. Once I finish dealing with these matters, I'll settle the score with Prince Jing little by little, and you will be sent back to his side.”

Tang Guo lowered her voice and softly said, “Your Majesty, I truly am Tang Jiao.”

“Silence!” Shangguan Yi snapped. “How are you anything like my Consort Jiao? My Jiao'er is lively and adorable. You're nothing like her.”

Seeing her aggrieved expression and the tears she stubbornly held back, he continued mockingly, “If Consort Jiao were angry, she'd argue loudly with me. If she were sad, she'd definitely cry in my arms. But look at you—enduring every grievance in silence. That's proof enough that you're not my Consort Jiao.”

Idiotic man!

He really thinks too highly of himself. If Host weren't planning to play you all to death, she wouldn't sit here obediently and let you scold her. What are you so proud of? As if you're someone important…

Having held it in for several days, System could no longer endure it and began cursing silently to itself.

Tang Guo found it amusing.

“System, you're becoming more and more human.”

Host, I'm angry! I'm about to explode!

“Calm down. We'll torture him slowly in the future.”

System grumbled stubbornly, Still angry!

After returning to the palace, Tang Guo was forbidden from leaving her residence. Shangguan Yi was occupied preparing for the gathering of nations and had no intention of bringing Tang Guo to Prince Jing's Manor again.

Host, what do we do next?

Sitting by the window, Tang Guo gazed at the blooming flowers outside.

“Shangguan Yi is busy every day now. He must be exhausted. As his consort, naturally I should help relieve some of his weariness.”

System: I don't understand.

“I haven't played the qin in a long time. System, find me one.”

This time, System was genuinely horrified.

A qin?

Its host had cultivated demonic sound arts before. Whether it was the melodies she played or the songs she sang, they possessed the power to captivate people's hearts and souls.

Her demonic sound could lead others into all sorts of emotional realms—joy, sorrow, pain, tranquility…

System remembered one particular world where Host had conquered the entire globe with nothing but her singing.

People only knew that listening to her songs made them deeply immersed, never realizing that it was the effect of her demonic sound.

Even without deliberately using it, ordinary people could hardly withstand it. Let alone when she intentionally targeted someone.

System obediently found her a qin.

Tang Guo first prepared some refreshments before leisurely beginning to play.

Though the place where she sat was quite far from Shangguan Yi, because she intentionally directed the music toward him, it was impossible for him not to notice.

After laboring for half the day, Shangguan Yi suddenly heard the distant strains of a qin drifting toward him.

The exhaustion in his body vanished in an instant.

His curiosity immediately piqued, he found himself unable to resist searching for the source of the melody.