My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 2723

2723 Second Qin
Simultaneously, a spontaneous collective gaze was directed upwards. Before them stood the duo, clad in ink-colored standard class attire. A circle of gold and red threads gracefully adorned their sleeves and robe corners.

The Crown Prince’s bearing was regal and upright, reminiscent of bamboo and jade.

In contrast, the Crown Prince Consort exuded an air of icy elegance and natural refinement.

As the pair entered the main hall, they effortlessly captured every onlooker’s attention. Unintentionally, the room’s occupants found their breaths shallow, unable to divert their gaze.

From his throne, the Emperor observed this scene, his emotions swirling in an indescribable mixture. Even if he was unwilling to admit it, these two young individuals appeared divinely matched. It was as though time itself had momentarily turned back, allowing him to catch a fleeting glimpse of his youth in their presence.

In response, the Emperor’s gaze softened by a fraction of an inch.

Concurrently, the patriarchs of noble families, officials, Consorts, and noblewomen all fixed their attention on the couple at the center.

A complex medley of envy, jealousy, admiration, and praise swirled through the air.

Within this sea of gazes, Qiao Mu sensed an intense, scorching scrutiny directed at her. Instinctively, she turned, only to lock eyes with a pair of frigid irises. A subtle green gleam danced within those somber eyes, sending a chill down her spine.

More than that, a potent fear coiled around her heart like a venomous serpent.

Her hand nestled in the warmth of the quilt, Qiao Mu raised her gaze. Crown Prince Mo and Crown Prince Consort Mo met her with smiles, their heads inclined in a standard salutation.

Only then did a semblance of relief wash over her, alleviating the apprehension and unease that had gripped her heart.

Yet, deep within, her thoughts were in turmoil. In that fleeting moment, her inner monologue was a tirade of disbelief:/ He survived? He’s alive? Second Qin, that man, he really didn’t die!/
The individual she had fatally shot on Sikong Planet was nothing more than a doppelgänger of the man in question.

To claim that she wasn’t disappointed would be a falsehood…

Second Young Sir naturally noticed the shock and repulsion concealed within her gaze. A faint surge of anger welled up within him, unbidden.

/What is happening?/

/This wasn’t how it was supposed to be!/

She shouldn’t look at herself with such disdain.

For reasons he couldn’t fathom, a voice reverberated in Second Young Sir’s heart, akin to an insidious curse.

/She should be his./

/His, she ought to be his./

/How could she meet his gaze with such revulsion and enmity? How could she?!/

/From Qiao Mu’s icy eyes, a fiery intensity seemed to erupt./

Is Second Qin’s gaze toward her now mirroring the one from her past life, laden with an overwhelming and unnaturally possessive desire?

This wasn’t her imagination.

It was real. Could it be that this deviant harbored intentions of ensnaring her within another cage?

The notion coursed through her, causing her blood to run cold and her body to stiffen involuntarily.

She would gouge out his eyes! She wouldn’t permit this man to look at her like this again! Never!

Her tiny fists clenched, the expression on her face bordering on explosive rage.

Mo Lian promptly sensed the unsettling undercurrent of her emotions. Without hesitation, he clasped her delicate hand, gently squeezing it to soothe her turmoil.

“Qiaoqiao.”

Her near-uncontrollable aura of violence momentarily abated, and she raised her gaze to meet the Crown Prince with her wide, innocent eyes.

Her aura gradually subsided, inch by inch, yet her eyes retained a poisonous glint as she fixated on Second Qin.

Beside him, the Eldest Young Sir sensed the tension in the air and discreetly pulled at his second brother’s sleeve, offering a subtle cough. “Second Brother, I don’t think Qiaoqiao has a particularly favorable opinion of you!”