Chu Qianli was thrown onto the bed.
This familiar room, this familiar bed.
He did not unseal her acupoints, but merely stood by the bed, looking at her coldly.
Chu Qianli also remained silent.
She could not move, but she was not unable to speak.
Yet, she had nothing to say.
The two of them gazed at each other, one immobilized, the other standing still.
Silence.
The atmosphere in the room was dead, a profound stillness!
After an unknown period, Feng Yexuan suddenly leaned down and pulled her up.
He grabbed her uninjured arm.
Chu Qianli felt a release in her body.
She could move.
However, her feet could only follow his steps, her legs completely beyond her control, propelled by his internal energy.
Feng Yexuan, holding her, left Qianyun Pavilion and headed towards the main hall of Xuan Wang's manor.
Feng Yexuan's pace was too fast, and the blood qi that had finally calmed in her chest began to churn once more.
But he seemed oblivious.
Chu Qianli did not wish to speak.
It was less like being pulled by him, and more like being dragged.
Dragged from Qianyun Pavilion to the main hall.
She felt as if she were suffocating, on the verge of fainting.
Knowing that the Xuan King was heading to the main hall, everyone immediately rushed there to await him.
Feng Yexuan also seemed to be waiting intentionally.
Upon reaching the main hall, he simply tossed Chu Qianli onto a chair and sat down, drinking tea in silence.
His face was like a glacier, unmelted for ten thousand years, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
No one knew what the King intended to do, so they could only lower their heads, waiting in and around the main hall.
They dared not even breathe a sigh of relief.
Only Leng Ji, looking at Chu Qianli's pale face, hesitated to speak.
Although the Consort was no longer the Consort, he always remembered the Consort's deep affection and loyalty towards the King.
When the Consort returned now, Leng Ji was initially very happy, thinking that the King and Consort had reconciled.
However, the situation between the King and Consort now seemed not quite right.
The Consort's complexion was very poor, and the King's face showed no expression.
The atmosphere was inexplicably strange.
Qing Ming's expression had not been good since he learned of Chu Qianli's return.
However, he dared not be presumptuous in front of the King.
"Your Highness," Qing Ming, unsure of the King's intentions, glanced outside and said, "Most of the people in the manor are here."
Everyone also did not understand the King's intentions.
They only knew that the King was sitting in the main hall, waiting.
Everyone could only rush over.
Even the cooks in the kitchen had come.
Chu Qianli, like the people below, could not fathom this man's thoughts at all.
Leng Ji brought her a cup of warm tea, for which Chu Qianli was grateful.
After drinking a few sips of tea, she felt more comfortable.
Xi'er emerged from the crowd and, upon seeing the Consort, was overcome with emotion.
She wanted to go forward, but the surrounding atmosphere was truly terrifying.
Xi'er could only stand at the edge of the crowd with her head bowed, waiting for the King to speak before she went to attend to the Consort.
Although no one knew what the King intended to do, they all clearly sensed that the King had something to say.
After a while, Qing Ming stepped forward again and said, "Your Highness, all the people in the manor are present, except for Miss Huaiyu, who is unwell."
Essentially, he had already considered Chu Huaiyu as part of their King's manor.
From the moment the King sent his outer robe to Chu Huaiyu, no one doubted that Chu Huaiyu had entered their manor.
Only a ceremony was missing!
Feng Yexuan put down his cup.
This simple action immediately made the people below adopt solemn expressions.
Everyone waited in silence for the King to speak.
Feng Yexuan stood up and walked to Chu Qianli.
Still holding her uninjured arm, he walked to the entrance of the main hall.
The entire courtyard was filled with people, yet it was utterly silent.
So quiet that only the sound of the wind rustling through the treetops could be heard.
"From today onwards," the King began, and everyone listened intently.
Feng Yexuan's slightly pursed lips were cool and indifferent.
He said coldly, "She is this King's concubine!"
His words, though light, resonated with power.
Chu Qianli's expression darkened, and she tried forcefully to break free from his grip.
But could the Xuan King's large palm be so easily escaped?
"Feng Yexuan, we are already divorced!"
Concubine! What a humiliating word!
Was the position of his primary consort now to be given to Chu Huaiyu? Therefore, she could only be a concubine?
But she didn't even covet the position of primary consort!
"It is your business if you wish to marry someone else, it has nothing to do with me! Let me go! We have no relationship anymore!"
"Divorced?" Feng Yexuan lowered his gaze, staring at her face, which had regained a hint of color due to her anger.
His gaze was as cold as if it had been quenched with ice!
"This King has not signed the divorce decree; it is not even as good as waste paper!"
"You!" Chu Qianli glared at him, unable to utter a word for a long time.
Finally, she said, "Regardless, I am no longer a member of Xuan Wang's manor. You have no right to keep me here."
"You can try and see if this King has the right."
Feng Yexuan said no more, dragging her towards Qianyun Pavilion.
"Let me go!" Along the way, Chu Qianli's struggling voice could still be heard.
But it had no effect whatsoever.
The Consort had become a concubine.
A concubine without even a title.
Not even a secondary consort!
Was the King planning to marry a primary consort? Therefore, the position of Xuan Wang Consort must be vacated?
The King was pulling the Consort... no, dragging...
A concubine was not even considered a wife.
If the King did not assign a title, she would be a low-ranking concubine, a mere tool for warming the bed, to put it crudely.
Miss Li.
Even her title was gone.
Would the mistress of their King's manor change?
Was it the Miss Huaiyu who was currently residing in the side rooms of the back courtyard?
...Chu Qianli was once again thrown onto the bed.
This time, inadvertently, she bumped her shoulder blade.
She bit her lip, her face, which had been flushed with anger moments ago, now gradually turning pale again.
"What exactly do you want? Do you want an apology, or do you want punishment? If you want to punish me, you can beat or kill me as you please!"
She couldn't defeat him anyway!
Especially now that she was injured, let alone unable to fight back, she had no ability to resist at all.
She knew he was angry.
Then beat her soundly, and after that, let her leave!
From then on, they would owe each other nothing, wouldn't that suffice?
"What? You, a tool for warming the bed, have the right to raise your voice at this King?"
Feng Yexuan stood by the bed, looking down at her small, delicate face.
"Feng Yexuan!" This repeated humiliation, even if she pretended not to care, was impossible.
She was not a tool for warming the bed!
They were already divorced!
"Do not look at this King with that kind of gaze. If you want to be stubborn and proud in front of this King, you must first see if you have the ability!"
He suddenly bent down and grabbed her chin.
Chu Qianli felt her breath catch, her breathing becoming difficult under the pressure of his powerful internal energy!
That familiar dizziness rapidly rushed to her head.
In a daze, she only heard him speak with the coldest tone, uttering the most heartless words: "This King will now teach you the rules of being a concubine!"