Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 813 - 811 What Are You Doing?

Chapter 813: Chapter 811 What Are You Doing?

Xia Ningxing clenched her teeth, decisively turned her head aside, and stopped paying attention to him.

Lu Tingli glanced at her with lowered brows, then began to undress, unhurriedly untying his jade belt with distinct and articulate movements.

Xia Ningxing’s beautiful eyes opened wide, and she asked him guardedly, "What are you doing?"

Could it be he intended to behave indecently?

In response to her question, Lu Tingli arched an eyebrow, unconcerned, and said, "Don’t you take off your clothes when you go to bed?"

Xia Ningxing raised her voice, "Are we going to sleep together?"

Lu Tingli, with his distinguished demeanor, nodded slightly, "You are my queen, if not together, where else would you sleep?"

"You know very well we’re just putting on a show!" Xia Ningxing almost gritted her teeth to remind him.

Lu Tingli, with his chin slightly raised, replied to her, "Even in a play, shouldn’t we play it in full? I personally requested the marriage from the Emperor. The outside world is spreading rumors of my profound love for you. If we don’t share a room, what kind of message would that send?"

Xia Ningxing continued, "If not separate rooms, then separate beds. Isn’t there a couch over there? Why don’t you sleep there?"

Lu Tingli followed her gaze to look, then immediately furrowed his brows, "How could I sleep in such a place, what dignity would that have!"

"So pretentious!" Seeing his look of disdain, Xia Ningxing rolled her eyes scornfully and simply flipped herself onto the couch, "If you can’t sleep there, then I will!"

Lu Tingli had never seen a woman avoid him like a plague before. In that moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Other women racked their brains to receive his favor, wishing they could bear him a child immediately, yet she was indifferent to his person, status, and appearance.

He frowned slightly and asked again, "Do you really not plan to sleep on the bed?"

"Prince, I must marry someone in the future."

Her implication was that if she lay in the same bed and he were overcome by lust, her chastity would be lost.

Thinking that she would marry another man, Lu Tingli suddenly felt a bitter taste in his heart. He scoffed coldly and flicked his sleeves sharply.

"I am not so desperate yet!"

With these words, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became cold.

Xia Ningxing glanced at her own arm, where goosebumps had risen.

This man really was a moody and capricious person, impossible to provoke.

The next day, Xia Ningxing and Lu Tingli went to the palace to pay their respects.

After paying their respects, Lu Tingli went to the study with the Emperor.

Xia Ningxing was then invited by Noble Consort Lang to have a chat in the palace.

Noble Consort Lang was the Crown Prince’s birth mother.

Since the Empress’s passing, Noble Consort Lang had been in charge of the harem.

What purpose did Noble Consort Lang have in summoning her now?

Before leaving, Lu Tingli walked over and adjusted her clothes, "Be careful. Conceal your abilities as much as possible. Keep a low profile."

He spoke in a very low voice, audible only to the two of them.

Xia Ningxing understood his meaning and nodded, "I know."

The man in front of her always acted with an air of indifference towards the throne, so the more incompetent his queen appeared, incapable of being publicized, the better. Everyone would then naturally feel that the throne had nothing to do with him.

Presumably, Noble Consort Lang’s invitation to talk was also to probe her realities.

After all, if a woman is capable, she can surpass any man in this world!

Noble Consort Lang lived in Feiyue Palace.

The glazed tiles shimmered with a scorching brilliance under the dazzling sunlight, with ornately carved balustrades, pavilions surrounded by water, and rare flowers and trees exuding an air of graceful opulence.

Even the floor is paved with white jade bricks!

Such extravagance!

Worthy of the most favored woman in the royal palace!

Xia Ningxing sighed inwardly, the more she looked, the more she wanted to dig up a few floor bricks to take away.

At the northernmost end of Feiyue Palace, there was a peach grove in full bloom, its petals fluttering and scattering in profusion.

The palace maid led Xia Ningxing into the main hall.

At the seat of honor was a luxurious and refined woman, just over thirty, exceptionally well-maintained, almost indistinguishable from a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

Below her sat a group of women chattering like swallows and warblers, and from their head ornaments and attire, they were essentially all concubines.

Except there was one person Xia Ningxing knew.

Her half-sister Xia Wan was also there.

Oh, it should be said the true Xia Ningxing’s sister.

At this moment, she could see the fury in the other’s gaze towards her, as if she couldn’t wait to tear her to pieces.

Initially, Xia Wan was puzzled as to why Noble Consort Lang had suddenly summoned her to the palace and had rattled on with a bunch of nonsensical words. She didn’t understand at first, but now there was nothing she didn’t get.

Noble Consort Lang was using her hand to deal with Xia Ningxing.

Xia Ningxing had more or less guessed Noble Consort Lang’s intentions, and after a cold sneer in her heart, she bowed slightly towards Noble Consort Lang: "Ningxing pays respects to Imperial Consort and all the noble ladies, wishing the Imperial Consort peace and prosperity."

"No need for formalities, no need, someone bring a seat!" Noble Consort Lang seemed to like Xia Ningxing very much, her rosy lips curving into a warm smile as she hastily gestured for the palace maids to bring a chair.

Xia Ningxing bowed again: "Thank you, Imperial Consort."

After taking her seat, Xia Wan, owing to the demands of courtesy, was compelled to rise and bow to her.

"Paying respects to Princess Ningxing."

She almost squeezed these words out from between her teeth, exerting great effort, with torrents of fury and deep hatred hidden behind her lowered eyes.

Xia Ningxing suppressed a laugh, and said: "My dear fifth sister, please dispense with the formalities."

"Thank you, Princess Ningxing," Xia Wan clenched her fists tightly to prevent herself from lashing out.

Once everyone was seated, they all started sizing up Xia Ningxing.

Undeniably, the girl at the age of reaching adulthood was stunningly beautiful, less like a human and more like a sprite of unmatched beauty described in the stories.

Feeling everyone’s gaze, Xia Ningxing quickly put on a timid facade, shrinking back as if she didn’t belong.

At that moment, Xia Ningxing couldn’t help but feel that the career she had chosen in the modern era was a good one, an actress, capable of delivering any required expression effortlessly.

Those present saw her acting shy and timid, and although they said nothing, their faces all showed mockery.

Prince Tingli really had no interest in the throne, even marrying such a hopeless woman for his queen, a thorough country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

A flash of scorn swept through Noble Consort Lang’s eyes as well, but it quickly disappeared, and with a curl of her lips, she said: "Although Prince Tingli’s queen comes from the countryside, she is truly stunning. I’ve never seen such beauty before. Bring the reward!"

The implication was that apart from a pretty face, she had no other virtues coming from the countryside.

The people present almost laughed out loud.

Xia Wan looked on with a face full of mockery, as if watching a joke.

But Xia Ningxing, as if not understanding at all, accepted the reward, and still with naïve gratitude said: "Thanks to the Imperial Consort for the compliments and the reward. Speaking of which, Ningxing really feels fortunate to look so good."