SBCEJM -Chapter 233 A Prince by Day, a Prisoner by Night? This Marriage Is Too Exciting!

Zhang Raoyue’s voice was soft as a feather.

Yet every word carried crushing weight, wrapped in a sweet and dangerous temptation.

“Marry me, and the Ministry of War under my father’s control will become Your Highness’s strongest support.”

“Marry me, and I will be your virtuous wife, bear your children, and ensure your bloodline flourishes, leaving you with no worries.”

“Marry me, and I will keep all your little… ‘hobbies’ perfectly hidden.”

Her voice lowered further, tinged with grievance and absolute determination that sent chills down one’s spine.

“You may even… bring the person you truly like into the manor.”

“So long as Your Highness reserves a place for me in your heart, those insignificant side matters… I will take care of them for you.”

The final four words were spoken softly and slowly, as though she were carefully polishing a beloved piece of porcelain.

The vicious light in Xiao Mingrui’s eyes shattered inch by inch.

His killing intent receded, replaced by the humiliation of being calculated against.

He knew clearly that, given his current situation, marrying the legitimate daughter of the Minister of War was no different from dead wood blooming again—survival snatched from certain doom.

Fear and ambition battled violently within him.

And he had no choice but to admit it—

This madwoman before him…

Might truly be his only way out.

【The fish took the bait! The Third Prince is completely doomed this time!】

【Not everyone can handle a yandere’s love!】

Feng Zexuan gave her precise internal commentary.

Everyone present thought the same thing:

This wasn’t marrying a wife—it was inviting a wolf into the house and worshipping her like an ancestor!

“Your Highness, are you still hesitating?”

Zhang Raoyue tilted her head, her smile innocent yet cruel.

“Are you afraid I’ll expose all this?”

She lifted the booklet and waved it lightly before Xiao Mingrui’s eyes, as though teasing prey trapped in a snare.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

“Because…”

Her gaze suddenly burned with terrifying intensity as she delivered her final ultimatum.

“If you refuse to marry me, I’ll make a hundred copies of this booklet and plaster them across every street in the capital.”

“And then…”

“I’ll wear the brightest red wedding dress and hang myself at the gates of your manor, telling the entire world that I died for love because of you.”

“Tell me, how do you think Father Emperor will see you then? What will the officials of the court say about you?”

“A prince with a taste for men who also drove an infatuated woman to suicide…”

Her voice carried an icy smile.

“Do you think you’ll still have any chance of sitting on that throne?”

“You dare?!”

Xiao Mingrui ground his teeth so hard it sounded like they might shatter. Every word burst from between clenched jaws.

“Hehe.”

Zhang Raoyue laughed.

The sound was crisp and pleasant, yet to the officials in the Golden Hall, it sent a freezing chill down the backs of their necks.

She put away the booklet, rose gracefully, and walked to the window before shoving it open.

Morning sunlight instantly flooded the room, coating her body in an almost unreal golden halo.

Standing against the light, she turned back. Her expression remained hidden within the glow and shadow.

“Your Highness, I don’t have many virtues. But I am persistent.”

“But rest assured—I will never hurt you.”

Her voice was gentle enough to make one’s scalp go numb, yet overbearing enough to leave no room for escape.

“I will only… love you forever, and protect you.”

Xiao Mingrui completely broke down.

Never before had he met someone so utterly insane, yet so terrifyingly meticulous.

And yet, buried deep beneath the humiliation caused by that suffocating love…

A twisted thrill flashed through him—one so subtle even he himself failed to notice it.

Yes, he was an extremely narcissistic person.

To be treated as someone else’s entire world—to have another person willing to destroy everything just to possess him—

Even under coercion, it gave him a sick sense of satisfaction.

【Holy crap! A textbook example! This is absolutely a textbook yandere confession! Top-tier stuff!】

Feng Zexuan was so excited she nearly applauded.

Among the officials, Minister of War Zhang Hui suddenly felt darkness close in around him.

The whole world spun. His body went limp like a puddle of mud as he collapsed backward.

Thankfully, the officials behind him had already been on guard and hurriedly caught him before he could demonstrate a live performance of “head smashing into golden bricks.”

Prime Minister Lin Zhengyan’s fingers trembled uncontrollably upon his beard, and the muscles of his usually stern face twitched slightly.

He could not help glancing toward the emperor on the dragon throne, leaving only a long sigh in his heart.

This Third Prince truly was…

Beyond words.

Completely self-inflicted.

On the dragon throne, Xiao Juechen’s icy imperial expression finally showed signs of cracking. His grip on the armrest tightened so hard his knuckles turned white.

This wretched son!

What a “wonderful” child he had raised!

And to provoke such a terrifying woman too!

Yet for some reason, an absurd sense of relief arose in his heart.

Thankfully, the one targeted wasn’t the Crown Prince…

Otherwise, even the empire itself might have ended up infected with “yandere tendencies.”

Within the vision, Xiao Mingrui struggled for a long time between extreme fear and overwhelming temptation.

In the end, ambition triumphed over everything.

The eyes once filled with murderous intent now contained only humiliation and schemes as deep as the abyss.

【Oh? Look at that little expression. He really thinks he can endure the humiliation for now, trick her into marriage, then find a chance to strike back later?】

【Naive! Far too naive!】

【Do you think you can simply escape a yandere’s love whenever you want? Just wait until you’re completely reformed!】

Feng Zexuan chuckled inwardly.

Finally, three words squeezed out through Xiao Mingrui’s clenched teeth.

“I… will… marry… you.”

His voice was hoarse, carrying unwilling despair and utter confusion toward the future.

Zhang Raoyue smiled.

Her smile shone as brightly as the summer sun.

She returned to the bedside, bent down, and placed a gentle kiss upon Xiao Mingrui’s forehead.

The kiss was icy cold, like a permanent brand being stamped onto her possession.

“Good, my prince. You made the correct choice.”

The scene ended abruptly as the light screen gradually faded away.

The Golden Hall returned to normal, though the strange yandere atmosphere still seemed to linger in the air.

【Sigh. The Third Prince is still too young.】

Feng Zexuan sighed faintly, pitying his “naivety.”

【He thinks he married an ally, never realizing that a yandere’s love is never humble—it’s complete possession and transformation!】

Xiao Juechen’s heart trembled upon hearing that, and he instinctively glanced toward the Crown Prince’s direction.

Good. Good thing the Crown Princess had a gentle temperament… probably?

Perhaps he should have the empress conduct a more thorough investigation later.

【System, what happened afterward? What was their marriage like?】

Feng Zexuan was still unsatisfied. There was no way a yandere’s “love” would end there.

The system chuckled mischievously, clearly enjoying the drama.

【The real fun had only just begun!】

【On their wedding night, Zhang Raoyue presented the Third Prince with a special wedding gift.】

【A set of chains gleaming with icy light, supposedly forged from thousand-year-old cold iron from the Northern Sea. Along with them came a small and exquisite golden lock. Naturally, only she possessed the key.】

【She told the Third Prince: “Your Highness, there are too many bad people outside. From now on, it’s safer if you’re locked up while sleeping at night.”】

【And so, beginning two days ago, the Third Prince started living a happy life—noble prince by day, personal prisoner by night.】

“Pfft—!”

Every single official in court lowered their heads desperately, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

They wanted to laugh, but didn’t dare.

Their faces turned red from holding it in.

Too tragic.

The Third Prince was truly too tragic!

Hahahahahaha!

This wasn’t marriage at all—it was walking straight into a trap, digging his own grave, and personally locking himself inside a “prison of love”!

Feng Zekai’s tightly pressed lips finally curved upward slightly.

He could not help sighing inwardly:

Thankfully, although his younger sister loved to fool around, she would never do something this shocking.

As for the Third Prince, this was truly a case of reaping what he sowed.

Even Xiao Juechen’s lips twitched upward uncontrollably.

He suddenly felt that the Minister of War’s daughter…

Actually… wasn’t too bad?

At the very least, she could discipline that worthless son of his and teach him what real “control” looked like.

Those chains were excellent!

Absolutely excellent!