Chapter 48: The Male Gods Confess Together

"Why on earth did you go blundering into someone else's secret chamber? Weren't you afraid of being shot to death by a barrage of arrows?" Su Qingcheng shouted.

"Hehe, not at all. Didn't you end up dragging me onto the stage to make a spectacle of me, my dear wife?"

"Cut the crap! Have you lost your mind?"

"Miss Su, the gentleman has taken a fancy to you and is just playing along with you. Haven't you realized that yet?" the Crown Prince of Xiliang chimed in after observing for a moment.

"What?! Wait, the plot is skipping ahead too fast, I can't keep up. What is going on here?" Su Qingcheng was notoriously slow on the uptake.

"This isn't your first time meeting Miss Su, is it, Young Master Murong?" Mo Yiran asked.

"Ha, as expected of Prince Mo. Indeed, the first time I saw her was right here at a brothel. Her swan dance deeply captivated me. Ever since then, I've been watching over her in secret, and later on, she went and stole my heart!" Murong Xuan said, looking intently at Su Qingcheng.

"So, you entered the secret chamber, appeared on the stage, and then played along with her all the way to this point?" Yuan Qian'er asked.

"Ha, exactly! My wife has such a fiery temper, and I love it. Otherwise, do you really think I'd be bored enough to bicker and make a scene with her all the way here?"

"Ha, Qingcheng, your peach blossom has finally bloomed, and such an enchanting one at that! Not bad, not bad. He passes the appearance test, but as for his morals—well, they shatter into pieces the moment he meets you, and his character is still open to inspection!" Yuan Qian'er examined Murong Xuan as if she were appraising a prospective son-in-law.

"Dead Qian'er, what are you talking about? Did I say I liked him? And you call me a peach blossom—you've got a giant peach blossom right by your side and you haven't even noticed!" Suddenly confessed to out of the blue, Su Qingcheng blushed furiously and, with her mind blank, promptly sold out Mo Yiran.

"Me? Where on earth do I have a peach blossom?" Yuan Qian'er asked, looking bewildered.

The three of them turned to look at Mo Yiran. Following their gazes, Yuan Qian'er also looked toward him. Her heart suddenly began to race faster; she felt inexplicably nervous yet filled with anticipation. Could it really be Mo Yiran?

Seeing Yuan Qian'er's flickering gaze tinged with a hint of expectation, Mo Yiran curved his lips into a wicked smile. "Miss Su, you are hardly being loyal. How could you sell me out so quickly? What would we do if you scared Qian'er away?"

Hearing this, Yuan Qian'er felt as though she were floating up to the heavens. Her heart felt as sweet as if it had been coated in honey, and the corners of her mouth couldn't stop curving upward. Seeing her expression, Su Qingcheng couldn't resist teasing her, "Oh, look at you, grinning like a fool. Haha, looks like things are going well for you and Mo Yiran!"

"Su Qingcheng, you're asking for a beating! Me, grinning like a fool? You were just calling yourself Sister Furong a moment ago!" Exposed, Yuan Qian'er flew into a rage of embarrassment.

Mo Yiran stood up, pulled Yuan Qian'er into his arms, and said, "Qian'er, you don't need to force yourself to make a decision. Don't worry, I will wait—I will wait until the day you accept me."

Looking at the handsome face so close to her own, Yuan Qian'er felt her heart hammering wildly against her ribs, and she nodded in a daze.

Murong Xuan refused to be outdone. He grabbed Su Qingcheng's hand, pressed it against his chest, and said, "My wife, don't worry. I will pamper you endlessly. Marry me!"

"Get lost! Who wants to marry you? Your character is still under investigation!" Su Qingcheng gave Murong Xuan a light punch.

Murong Xuan immediately feigned agony, clutching his chest. "Ouch, I'm dying, I'm a goner. You've injured me, and you'll have to take responsibility—for the rest of your life!"

The Crown Prince of Xiliang, acting as a massive third wheel, had been left standing aside for quite some time. Watching the two pairs of bickering sweethearts, he said, "Ahem, you guys... let's keep it in check, shall we? There are other people watching here, and I still have things to say!"

At this, all four of them turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

The Crown Prince of Xiliang looked at Yuan Qian'er and said, "Yuan Qian'er, is it? You haven't made up your mind yet, which means everyone still has the right to pursue you. I'm telling you seriously now: I've fallen for you too!"

"Ah?!" What kind of day was this? Confession Day? Why were they all lining up to confess one after the other?

Why indeed? Later on, when the three men sat down to chat, they realized that the two women's dazzling performance that day had been so captivating that it had triggered a sense of crisis in all of them. As the saying goes, first impressions run deep, and he who strikes first gains the upper hand! Thus, all three men had chosen to bare their hearts on the very same day. Of course, that was a story for another time.

"Crown Prince of Xiliang, are you trying to snatch Qian'er from me?" Mo Yiran glared fiercely at the Crown Prince of Xiliang.

"That's right. She hasn't said she likes you yet, so I still have a chance. What? Are you scared? Too afraid to compete with me?" the Crown Prince of Xiliang challenged, raising an eyebrow at Mo Yiran.

"Heh, we shall see!"