Chapter 143: The Grand Tutor Always Wants to Poach Talent

"Are you two flirting?" A deafening roar shattered the air right behind them, startling the completely engrossed pair. Turning around, they saw that Song Yunmo's pastry box had dropped to the ground. His gaze was filled with rage and anguish, his eyes bloodshot, and his handsome, refined face written all over with sheer disbelief.

"Song Yunmo, what are you yelling for? Have you lost your mind? Jingluo is this Prince's Princess Consort. Am I supposed to flirt with you instead of my own wife?" Xiao Jingxuan’s expression shifted instantly. The wicked and arrogant Prince who had just been flirting with Su Jingluo turned ferocious the moment he spun around.

Su Jingluo only caught the phrase "flirting with Song Yunmo." She glanced at their respective good looks and temperaments, and thought to herself, *My, oh my, not gonna lie, they actually look quite well-matched.*

Song Yunmo did not think they looked matched at all; right now, he was consumed entirely by anger and disbelief.

"Didn't you say you didn't like Luoluo?" Song Yunmo pointed a trembling finger at Xiao Jingxuan, looking utterly duped and betrayed.

"Bullshit! When did this Prince ever say that?" Xiao Jingxuan's face darkened with rage. *How shameless can you be, airing my dirty laundry right in front of my woman?* Besides, after racking his brain, Xiao Jingxuan realized he genuinely had never said such a thing—even though that was indeed how things used to be.

"Five years ago?" Song Yunmo glared furiously. Xiao Jingxuan was still lying; how could he deny something he had clearly said out loud?

"Fi...?" Xiao Jingxuan frantically searched around for a weapon, desperately wishing to beat this blockhead to death.

"Dare you say you never said it? Midsummer, five years ago, you even said that marrying Su Jingluo made you utterly sick, yet..." Song Yunmo had been a prodigy since childhood with a photographic memory; he could remember clearly which day he wet the bed when he was three years old, let alone an incident like this, so the words spilled right out of his mouth. Failing to find a suitable weapon, Xiao Jingxuan looked down at his shoe. *Hm? The ultimate weapon belonging exclusively to Su Jingluo.* He slipped it off and held it by the heel, lunging straight for Song Yunmo’s handsome face before the man could even finish his sentence.

"Xiao Jingxuan, what are you doing? This is murder!" Song Yunmo’s face turned instantly white with terror as he leaped backward several steps. He knew very well that beating him to death was nothing more than lifting a finger for Xiao Jingxuan.

"Jingxuan!" Su Jingluo grabbed Xiao Jingxuan's arm and shook her head at him.

Xiao Jingxuan was genuinely worried that Su Jingluo would mind those foolish things he had blurted out in the past. But seeing her bright, cheerful smile, it was clear she hadn't taken them to heart at all.

"Luoluo, believe me, he really did say it!" Seeing that Su Jingluo was not only unangry but even exchanging playful winks with Xiao Jingxuan, Song Yunmo grew frantic, feeling like a little lamb about to walk right into a wolf's den.

"I believe you. But so what? That was five years ago. Why dwell on the past? As long as he loves me now, that's enough." Su Jingluo tilted her head up to look into Xiao Jingxuan's eyes, seeing the deep, boundless affection swirling within them. Wasn't this enough?

"You are in love with him?" Song Yunmo stared at Su Jingluo with nervous intensity. He had always figured that as long as their marital relationship was poor, there was a wall worth chipping away at. Xiao Jingxuan was so arrogant and full of himself, while Su Jingluo was so brilliant and wise—sooner or later, she would kick Xiao Jingxuan to the curb, renounce the dark and embrace the light. It was only a matter of time; he just needed to wait patiently for the spring flowers to bloom.

"Mm-hmm, I love him." Su Jingluo lifted her chin and met Xiao Jingxuan's gaze directly, sincere and brave.

Spring had finally arrived. Yet the flowers had blossomed on Xiao Jingxuan, leaving Song Yunmo utterly depressed.

"I thought you were different from everyone else. In the end, you actually chose Xiao Jingxuan," Song Yunmo muttered despondently, every single word heavy with an inescapable sorrow.

"Listen to yourself—what do you mean by 'I chose Xiao Jingxuan'? I've been Xiao Jingxuan's Princess Consort from the very beginning," Su Jingluo thought Song Yunmo was becoming quite dangerous. What kind of warped worldview was this, always trying to poach someone else's wife? She seriously began to wonder if he was even fit to be Yunbai's teacher. Could someone with a mindset like this really become the greatest scholar of the Great Shang Dynasty?