After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband

Su Yang has an excellent memory; he has only been to Beimo Palace twice, yet he remembers every path he walked.

With no need for guidance, he headed straight for the Imperial Study.

The palace was filled with palace maids and eunuchs, but none dared to approach him or offer guidance.

Some clever ones even hurried away in fear that Su Yang might call them over.

After all, he is the Prince Consort.

If he calls them, can they pretend not to hear?

The son of Marquis Dongxiang, the Prince Consort whom the Emperor exchanged for thirty thousand loads of grain and ten thousand taels of gold, someone the Emperor dare not touch. Yet, a eunuch acting as a guide would be directly stomped out like ants, wouldn’t he?

Su Yang walked quickly, Lord Li had to trot to keep up.

And then—

He witnessed a scene that made him tremble.

The Beimo Crown Prince happened to be leaving the palace, but upon seeing Su Yang walking towards the Imperial Study, he turned around and took a side path.

The Beimo Crown Prince, a dignitary of such standing, avoided the Prince Consort, causing Lord Li’s heart to tremble like a sieve.

From a distance, the Beimo Crown Prince stopped and watched Su Yang head towards the Imperial Study, asking, "How did he get into the palace?"

The guard beside him shook his head repeatedly.

The Emperor ordered strict guarding of the palace gates to prevent entry by the Prince Consort; the guards should not have allowed passage.

If he had forced his way in, there wouldn’t be such calm.

Moreover, forcing entry into the palace would violate the bet, causing the Prince Consort not only to lose the bet but also receive a scolding from the Emperor.

The Beimo Crown Prince felt a headache.

This boy had always deserved a beating since childhood. One might assume he’d grow more stable with age, yet he was more deserving now than before.

Despite always changing tactics to find trouble, he hadn’t been beaten to death, highlighting his remarkable vitality.

Thinking of his aging father, the Beimo Crown Prince worried that Su Yang might infuriate him seriously.

Even if he didn’t want to see that troublesome brother-in-law, he had to keep an eye on him, right?

The Beimo Crown Prince thought for a moment and eventually turned back.

No one reported Su Yang’s intrusion into the palace to King Beimo.

Who would dare to report it?

Failing to guard the palace gates and allowing the Prince Consort inside was mismanagement.

If reported to the Emperor, in his anger, they might lose their heads.

After all, this wasn’t their concern; why meddle when they could quietly enjoy the spectacle?

Outside the Imperial Study, guards and palace attendants were stationed; the guards were unaware of the bet between Su Yang and King Beimo, but the palace attendants knew.

When Su Yang entered the Imperial Study, the palace attendants did not obstruct him, instead exchanging worried glances.

The Emperor lost the bet to the Prince Consort!

Though the money was not much, just ten thousand taels, the Emperor did not regard it highly.

Loss of money was minor, but losing face was significant!

The Emperor most envied the Marquis Dongxiang and the Emperor of Daqi for having a compliant son-in-law.

Yet when it was the Emperor’s turn, he had no son-in-law to command, but an unreasonable one who won a bet and came to collect his reward.

In the eyes of the eunuchs, the Prince Consort was not merely a guest; he was akin to an arrow polished to a fine point.

The arrow was indirectly aimed at the Emperor’s heart.

There was no avoiding it, no escape.

Upon entering the Imperial Study, Su Yang deliberately made heavy footsteps. King Beimo, engrossed in reviewing memorials, did not react. A eunuch glanced up, saw Su Yang, and gasped sharply.

The intake was frigid; King Beimo glanced up to see Su Yang smiling mischievously, saying, "Father-in-law, your son-in-law has come to see you."

King Beimo, "...!!!"

Mr. Liu, "...!!!"

Glancing at King Beimo, Mr. Liu swiftly ordered a little eunuch, "Quick, go to the Empress and summon the Princess."

Su Yang glanced at the leak and then focused on King Beimo.

No words were necessary, as everything was conveyed in that subtle gaze.

King Beimo, filled with displeasure, wanted to command someone to drag Su Yang out for punishment and asked, "How did you enter the palace?"

Su Yang did not respond.

Lord Li hesitantly stepped forward and said, "In response to the Emperor, the Prince Consort entered the palace in this humble minister’s sedan chair..."

The Emperor’s face darkened, "So you helped him!"

Lord Li’s knees gave way, and he knelt loudly, pleading, "Please calm your anger, Your Majesty."

"You commanded me to find someone to solve the Prince Consort’s problem and bring them before you; I dared not disobey."

"Where is this person?!"

Momentarily, King Beimo did not react.

Lord Li looked towards Su Yang, his voice barely audible, coming from some far-off corner, "The one who solved it... is the Prince Consort."

King Beimo, "...."

The Beimo Crown Prince had almost stepped into the Imperial Study, but he withdrew instead.

This was not merely embarrassing.

The humiliation from the welcoming banquet had just been patched up for his father; it hadn’t even dried yet before it was torn away.

Yes.

Not only had the previous humiliation fallen, but a larger piece was ripped away.