Chapter 277: I’m Not Interested in Other Men’s Wives
Bitch?
The term Wadsworth used puzzled Sharon.
But she dismissed it as a slip of the tongue in his rage. Secretly delighted, she eagerly led him towards the “scene of the crime.”
Behind the tent, Carol and Angelica breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to the other consorts, Carol knew her father better. She knew he wasn’t a blindly impulsive man. Even if Qin Chu had truly wronged his consort, he would have restrained himself. But… the rift between the royal family and the Hero would have widened, irreparably.
Thanks to Angelica’s information, this was the best possible outcome.
…
Meanwhile, walking through the palace corridors, Qin Chu sensed something amiss.
The palace should have been teeming with servants and guards.
He had seen many hurrying about earlier, but now the surroundings were eerily deserted.
Lowering his gaze, Qin Chu smiled. He had just been discussing with Wadsworth how to lure out the Blissful Witch Society assassins, and now it seemed they were even more impatient than he anticipated.
The assassin would likely appear soon.
Qin Chu wondered who it would be. A maid? A court lady? Someone else?
Feigning ignorance, he stretched and continued towards the courtyard exit.
As expected, a tall figure emerged from the inner courtyard entrance. Qin Chu’s eyes lit up as he saw the woman.
What a striking figure.
Bright eyes, white teeth, graceful and seductive.
Barely in her twenties, at the peak of a woman’s beauty, her hair elegantly coiled, she wore a pure white dress that exuded elegance and nobility. The hem revealed the outline of long, shapely legs, adding a touch of allure.
Her skin was delicate like a young girl’s, her voluptuous figure swaying enticingly as she moved.
Her figure was only slightly inferior to Athena’s. Qin Chu hadn’t expected such a treasure hidden within the palace.
He was certain any man would be captivated by her… ahem… striking charm, his gaze drawn to her and nothing else.
This woman was like a captivating siren. Any man, upon seeing her, would feel a surge of desire, a yearning to possess her, regardless of the cost.
And this woman would surely show him the true meaning of paradise.
Except for Qin Chu.
While he appreciated beauty, he wasn’t a fool.
Was she beautiful?
Very.
But she was still a step below Angelica and Anastasia, let alone Shaye.
Yet, even Shaye didn’t possess such overt seductiveness. This level of allure seemed unnatural, directly targeting a man’s primal desires. This was… charm magic.
The Blissful Witch Society’s specialty.
Moreover, Qin Chu, a veteran of countless battles and encounters with women far more beautiful than her, had developed considerable immunity. He merely nodded politely as a sign of respect.
Coupled with his exceptionally high mental fortitude, her charm magic was useless.
Although he had identified her as a witch from the Blissful Witch Society, Qin Chu didn’t intend to follow the plan he had discussed with Wadsworth. Judging by her attire and demeanor, she held a high position within the palace, likely one of Wadsworth’s consorts.
Wadsworth’s worst fears had come true. He had been cuckolded.
Wadsworth was on his revenge list, but further down. Qin Chu didn’t want to antagonize him prematurely.
If he interacted with this woman, future encounters would be awkward.
Again, Qin Chu had no interest in other men’s wives.
Even if he had a justifiable reason.
Seeing Qin Chu’s calmness, Angela frowned. This wasn’t going according to plan.
According to the Blissful Witch Society’s intelligence, Qin Chu could be described with one word: insatiable.
This man wouldn’t let any beautiful woman go, not even Demon Beasts. Luring him should have been easy.
Angela had been confident that a slight display of seduction would have him panting after her like a dog.
Yet, he remained strangely unmoved.
She had even cleared the area of guards and servants. They were alone in the courtyard. What was he so hesitant about?
Ah, she understood.
It must be because of his title as Hero. He wanted to maintain his image.
Hah, what a joke. Everyone knew what kind of man he was. What was the point of maintaining a false facade? He hadn’t been in this world long, but he had already learned the nobles’ hypocritical ways.
Perhaps, she needed to give him a stronger incentive.
He wouldn’t be able to resist.
Whoosh…
A sudden gust of wind billowed her pure white skirt upwards, revealing her jade-like legs.
Angela feigned surprise, quickly pressing down on her skirt, bending forward.
One of her shoulder straps had slipped, revealing ample cleavage.
Under the setting sun, her skin was dazzlingly white.
Qin Chu rolled his eyes. Did she think she was Marilyn Monroe?
Her contrived actions disgusted him.
As if that wasn’t enough, Angela’s eyes teared up, her face flushed, her entire being radiating seductive allure.
She was certain the Hero wouldn’t be able to resist this.
But she was disappointed again. The Hero merely glanced at her, showing no sign of the ravenous pursuit she had expected.
He even clicked his tongue dismissively, showing no interest whatsoever. He bypassed her completely, walking around her as if she wasn’t even there.
Hiss…
Angela shivered.
Her face flushed, not with shame, but with anger.
She had never been so thoroughly ignored. At the Witch Society gatherings, she was always surrounded by dozens of admirers. She refused to believe her charm had no effect on the Hero.
Was it because he was surrounded by so many beauties?
Was she inferior to those silly girls?
At that moment, the mission to lure Wadsworth into killing the Hero, to fulfill the Lord of Pleasure’s will, became secondary. She needed to prove her own allure.
Accustomed to being the center of male attention, Angela couldn’t accept being ignored.
Gritting her teeth, she lifted her skirt, the click-clack of her heels echoing as she moved to block Qin Chu’s path.
“Excuse me, are you the Hero? … Oh!”
Her melodious voice turned into a cry of surprise.
Her heel seemed to catch on something, causing her to stumble. Her voluptuous body lurched forward, falling towards Qin Chu.
Again?
Qin Chu sighed inwardly.
As she was about to fall into his arms, he sidestepped again.
Angela was stunned. He had dodged her deliberate fall? Was this man even a man? Who said he was insatiable?
Too late to recover her balance, she watched the ground rush towards her.
Then…
Thud!
She landed face-first, her nose gushing blood.
Her shoulders shook, her lips trembling. She had never suffered such humiliation, ignored so completely by a man.
He had even dodged her… dodged her?
The insult to her pride stung far more than the pain in her face and nose.
Finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
She looked utterly pathetic.
Not my problem.
Qin Chu, wanting to put this embarrassing display behind him, started to walk away. But as he passed her, she suddenly wrapped herself around his leg.
Literally wrapped herself around him.
Her body became like a boneless snake, coiling around his legs, her hand grabbing his tie and pulling him down.
This bizarre tactic caught even Qin Chu off guard.
He stumbled forward, falling onto her. Angela quickly adjusted her position, ensuring he landed on top of her.
His hand landed squarely on her breast.
At that very moment, footsteps approached. Emperor Wadsworth, accompanied by Sharon, was hurrying towards them.
They witnessed the worst possible scene.
A sly smile flickered across Angela’s face, instantly replaced by an expression of fear and struggle. Her scream echoed through the palace: “Help! Someone help me!”
“I’m the Emperor’s consort! You can’t do this! Beast! Let me go! Sob… Help!”
Her acting was impeccable.
She perfectly portrayed the fear and despair of a woman being assaulted. She deserved an Oscar.
Combined with her disheveled clothes, exposed skin, and tear-streaked, bloodied face, no one would doubt her words.
Wadsworth’s face contorted with rage, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists.
Sharon could hear the suppressed growl rumbling in his throat.
A triumphant smile spread across her face. The Hero was dead.
Angela had really gone all out, even making herself look this disheveled. It was even better than they had planned.
Go on, Wadsworth.
Do it. Kill him.
Qin Chu sighed, resigned. This was the worst possible scenario. He climbed off Angela, spreading his hands helplessly: “Your Majesty…”
“I didn’t intentionally touch your consort.”
“Do you believe me?”
Qin Chu felt wronged. She had started this.
He truly had no interest in other men’s wives!
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