“We’re not married yet, it’s not proper for us to live in the Holy King’s Mansion now!” Shen Lixue is a modern person and doesn’t care about these formalities of ancient times. She refused to go to the Holy King’s Mansion because she wanted to find out about Lin Qingzhu’s jewelry and many things that happened fifteen years ago. Shen Minghui was a party involved, and getting information from him would be much better than investigating without any clues.
“Then I’ll send a few guards to protect you!” Shen Lixue was determined and couldn’t be forced. Dongfang Heng was worried about her safety, so he suggested sending guards instead.
“Alright!” Shen Lixue nodded. She had many things to do, and having the guards' help would make things much easier. “It’s almost noon. Aren’t you going back to the manor to handle some matters?”
"The manor is very quiet, there's nothing to deal with. I've left Zimo here; if there's any emergency, he'll come and let me know!" Dongfang Heng held Shen Lixue and lay down. "There's still half an hour until lunch, let's lie down a bit longer!"
After washing up and having a meal, Dongfang Heng held Shen Lixue in his arms on the soft couch, maintaining the same position for a long time. Shen Lixue's body was a little stiff, so she lay down to stretch her muscles. She didn't object, but why was Dongfang Heng taking advantage of her?
The gentle kiss first landed on Shen Lixue's forehead, and seeing that she did not refuse, it followed her eyebrows and eyes to her cheeks, and the final target was naturally the rosy cherry that she had been thinking about for a long time.
A glint of triumph flashed in her dark eyes, and just as her sensual lips were about to kiss her soft, fragrant lips, a delicate white hand suddenly appeared, blocking their path. Shen Lixue's narrowed eyes flickered with a hint of threat: "You said you'd give me time to adjust!"
"I forgot for a moment!" Dongfang Heng stopped what he was doing, lay down on his side next to Shen Lixue, a hint of frustration flashing in his sharp eyes. His first sneak attack had been discovered. However, the fact that this girl with low emotional intelligence was no longer resisting his approach was still a considerable gain.
"Dongfang Heng, Ye Qianlong said there's a ghost doctor from the Southern Frontier who can heal your injuries. He's already sent a message by carrier pigeon to his father, asking about the ghost doctor's whereabouts!" Dongfang Heng's condition had improved, but his face was still somewhat pale in the sunlight. Shen Lixue was worried and told him about the ghost doctor from the Southern Frontier.
"Is that so?" Dongfang Heng raised an eyebrow. The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang, huh? He was also sending people to search for him!
In the study, Shen Minghui sat behind the desk handling matters, while Shen Yelei stood to the side, pitifully holding his swollen face, sobbing, "Father, you must teach those two guards a lesson to vent my anger!"
He, the noble eldest son of the Prime Minister's mansion, was actually slapped hard by a lowly servant. He was furious and utterly humiliated. He wouldn't be able to quell his hatred without crippling those two guards.
The Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang was seriously injured at the Prime Minister's residence and his life hung by a thread. Shen Minghui's heart was in his throat. He was relieved when the imperial physician announced that the Crown Prince's life had been saved. Before he could rest, he heard the news that Shen Yelei had been beaten, and his mind was in turmoil.
"Of all people to provoke, why did you have to provoke Prince An?" Shen Minghui glared at Shen Yelei and angrily rebuked him. He dared to kill even the Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang, what else wouldn't he do? Giving you, the legitimate son of the Prime Minister's mansion, twenty slaps is too lenient.
Shen Minghui neither comforted him nor helped him vent his anger; instead, he reprimanded him. Shen Yelei was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears: "It was the guard who hit me. What did I do wrong? Why are you scolding me?" He had gone to remind Prince An to stay away from that wretched girl Shen Lixue and get closer to his beautiful sister Yingxue. Everything he did was for Prince An's good. Why should Prince An let someone hit him?
That vile woman, Shen Lixue, is vicious and deserves to die a thousand times over. He is just a child, and Prince An is bewitched by Shen Lixue. He was afraid that he would not listen to his advice, so he thought of asking Shen Minghui to go and explain things to him. Who would have thought that Shen Minghui would not only not help him, but also scold him.
"Focus on your studies and stop worrying about these trivial matters!" Shen Minghui suppressed his anger and scolded him unhappily. Ye Lei had a fiery temper and was also slow-witted. The teachers at the Imperial Academy had told him more than once that what others could remember after one reading, Shen Ye Lei could not remember even after four or five readings. He was slow-witted and his thinking was not open.
Shen Minghui is a smart man. He was very talented when he was young, and even now, he can memorize a book after reading it twice. How could he have given birth to such a stupid son?
"Father, aren't you going to stand up for me?" Shen Yelei looked at Chong Shenminghui in shock. He was his son, his own son, who had been bullied by the servants, and he didn't care at all.
“You were in the wrong first. Consider those twenty slaps a lesson. Be smarter in the future and don’t insult people so easily!” Shen Minghui’s face darkened. He wasn’t afraid of Shen Lixue, but he had to consider Dongfang Heng behind her.
He was just a court official; how could he dare to touch anyone in the royal family, especially since the other party was the Azure Flame War God, whose achievements and power were greater than his own. He was young, promising, and skilled in both literature and martial arts, far more powerful than him. If he were to have a conflict with Prince An, and Prince An were to kill him with a single sword strike in a fit of anger, just as he had done to the Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang, he would have no place to seek justice.
"The fault isn't mine, it's that bitch Shen Lixue's..."
"Slap!" Before Shen Yelei could finish his sobbing, a slap landed hard on his face, stunning him. He slowly turned his head, and Shen Minghui's angry face came into view:
"Shen Yelei, remember this clearly: Qingyan belongs to the Eastern royal family, not our Shen family. You can't do whatever you want with it. Offending Prince An will not only bring misfortune upon you, but will also implicate the entire Prime Minister's residence. Do you want to kill everyone before you're satisfied?"
Shen Minghui gritted his teeth, looking utterly disappointed: "For so many years, I've spoiled you rotten. As the eldest son of the Prime Minister's mansion, you can't even tell the difference between what's important and what's not. From today onwards, you'll be confined to your room to reflect on your mistakes. You can come out when you've figured things out."
Shen Yelei stared blankly at Shen Minghui for a long time, then burst into tears, clutching his injured face and running out of the study. His father wouldn't help him, and even scolded him; he was heartbroken…
Shen Yelei ran out of the study and disappeared. His loud crying grew softer and softer. Shen Minghui slammed his hand on the table and sighed heavily. Yelei was really stupid. He couldn't see the ways of the world, couldn't distinguish the importance of things, and just kept acting recklessly. Everything had to be done according to his whims. Sooner or later he would cause a big disaster. When would he ever grow up?
The Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang was seriously injured by Dongfang Heng and was arranged to recuperate in a post station. The imperial physicians used the best medicine, and because of his youth, his injuries had improved considerably after a few days.
However, Dongfang Heng's final sword strike severely injured his heart meridian, leaving him only able to lie flat and allow the blood to flow slowly. He was unable to move for a short period of time, and recovery would take a long time, not something that could be done overnight.
Qin Ruoyan sat by the bedside of the Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang, looking at his pale face, haggard appearance, and his swollen body wrapped in layers of white cloth like a rice dumpling, and sighed softly: "I didn't expect that Dongfang Heng was so powerful, actually beating my brother so badly. You are the number one warrior in Southern Xinjiang!"
He secretly rejoiced that he hadn't rashly attacked Dongfang Heng; otherwise, he would be the one lying here seriously injured.
Previously, it was always the Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang who crippled others; he never imagined that one day he would be beaten so badly. Thinking of Dongfang Heng's handsome and dashing figure and lightning-fast speed, he snorted angrily, "Azure Flame War God, indeed lives up to his name... But I am not one to be trifled with either. Once I recover... I will definitely turn the tables... That little beauty, Shen Lixue, I'm going to have her!"
Speaking of Shen Lixue, Qin Ruoyan recalled the torture she had suffered. She only saw Shen Lixue insert several silver needles into her body, and then her internal organs were in excruciating pain. After the silver needles were removed, she was surprised to find that she had not been poisoned at all. What method did that damned Shen Lixue use to make her suffer so much?
"Brother, this is Qingyan. Dongfang Heng is cunning and treacherous. We must be careful. Have you thought of a way to deal with him?" After witnessing Dongfang Heng's ruthlessness, Qin Ruoyan was both afraid of this Qingyan War God. However, she couldn't let go of his handsome face. So she thought of having the Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang take the lead, while she would secretly launch a sneak attack from behind. If anything happened, the Crown Prince would take responsibility.
"I can't think of a way to deal with Dongfang Heng yet!" The Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang grumbled a few times. He was seriously injured and in pain all over his body. He had no time to think about how to deal with Dongfang Heng.
A barely audible sound came from outside the door. Qin Ruoyan's eyes turned cold, and her slender figure instantly appeared at the door, pulling in the person who hadn't had time to escape.
"So it was you!" Qin Ruoyan narrowed her eyes, looking the newcomer up and down. She wore a pale yellow Xiang dress, a gold choker around her neck with long tassels hanging down, an exquisite spiky bun, small earrings, a beautiful face, and an elegant, scholarly air. It was Su Yuting.
"Yu Ting greets Your Highness the Crown Prince and Princess Ruo Yan!" Su Yu Ting seemed oblivious to the danger, smiling slightly as she curtsied towards the large bed.
"Miss Su, my conversation with my brother is a secret. Anyone who overhears it will be killed without mercy!" Qin Ruoyan emphasized the last sentence, and her slender body was instantly enveloped in boundless killing intent. A small black snake emerged from her white sleeve, coiled in her hand, and defiantly flicked its red tongue at Su Yuting.
Faced with numerous deadly threats, Su Yuting remained calm and smiled faintly: "I came here to cooperate with the Crown Prince and the Princess. I believe you won't kill me!"
"Cooperation?" Qin Ruoyan scoffed, gently stroking the little black snake's head with her small, dark hand. "My brother and I, working together, are virtually unmatched in the world. We don't need to cooperate with anyone!"
"You were just talking about Shen Lixue and Dongfang Heng, they are also my enemies!" Qin Ruoyan retorted, but Su Yuting remained calm and politely smiled, "This is Qingyan Capital, I know it best. You've just arrived in the capital and are not familiar with the environment, so you'll be hesitant in everything you do. If you want to scheme against Shen Lixue and Dongfang Heng without anyone noticing, you can't do without my help!"
Qin Ruoyan paused slightly as she stroked the snake, remaining silent as if pondering the truthfulness of Su Yuting's words.
The Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang, lying on the bed, suddenly spoke: "Miss Su, have you thought of a way to deal with Dongfang Heng?"
"Of course!" The Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang softened his attitude, and Su Yuting knew that her plan had succeeded. Her smile was radiant and her face was bright: "As long as you do as I say, I guarantee that His Highness will win the heart of the beauty!"
Aside
(*^__^*) Hehe... Soon we'll start torturing the cannon fodder...
Chapter 100: The ruthless woman reaps what she sows.
The sun was shining brightly, birds were singing, and flowers were blooming. After having breakfast, Shen Lixue sat down under the shade of a tree in the courtyard.
Knowing that Shen Lixue was skilled in and enjoyed using silver needles, Dongfang Heng had several medical books about silver needles sent over, which contained very profound methods of treating diseases with silver needles. Shen Lixue carefully flipped through the pages one by one.