The palm strike was as fast as lightning. Rong Yue, whose wrist was suddenly restrained by Murong Shi, realized that he had lost control of his hand and attacked in this way.
"Father, Fourth Brother has just returned. Is he already impatient?" Murong Shi whispered in his ear, his expression returning to normal. He looked at Shen Mo with "tender affection," then at the Emperor with anticipation, appearing exactly like a devoted man awaiting a marriage decree.
In an instant, Tao Yao was heartbroken, the Empress was furious, and Rong Yue gritted his teeth. Ren Chenmo could have anticipated Murong Shi's provocation, but she never expected him to propose to her. She stared blankly at that slightly pale, handsome face, which to outsiders was mistaken for a loving gaze. Murong Shi's eyebrows curved, his smile dazzling the sun and moon.
"What did you say you wanted just now, Yue'er?" It turned out that Shen Mo was actually a servant. After hearing the eunuch's whisper in his ear, the emperor prepared to use Rong Yue as a shield.
"Your subject..." Rong Yue was about to grind his teeth to powder when he closed his eyes and said, "Your subject humbly requests that Your Majesty grant him a residence outside the palace." He looked at Shen Mo again, but she had already turned her back.
"That's not difficult at all. It's just that the city's land use is strictly regulated now, so it will take a few days to settle things." The emperor turned to Murong Shi, "Shi'er, how about I entrust this small matter concerning your brother to you?"
Murong Shi wasn't annoyed that he had put her aside. She smiled and nodded, saying that she would definitely handle it properly. However, when she brought it up at the end, the emperor looked at the sky and yawned. "Marriage is not a trivial matter. It must be carefully considered before a decision is made. Let's discuss this further." Then he led the long procession away.
The Empress kept comforting her daughter Taoyao in her arms, glaring at Murong Shi, but her more resentful gaze was fixed on Shen Mo not far away.
Shen Mo was shot while lying down, sitting, or standing. As long as Murong Shi was there, she could be shot even without saying a word, and her knees immediately began to ache.
Rong Yue walked to Shen Mo's side, staring at her intently. She was beautiful, more beautiful than ever before, dazzlingly beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, and captivatingly beautiful. He lowered his outstretched hand and left dejectedly. With Murong Shi's betrothal request, no one could reach out to her, especially not Murong Yue, whose position was in grave danger.
"What should we do? It seems like we've been rejected." Murong Shi, who had somehow appeared behind Shen Mo, followed her gaze to Rong Yue's retreating figure, his face full of schadenfreude. Meanwhile, the others, seeing them together, scattered faster than rabbits, and in no time, only the two of them remained.
"If Xiao Yin finds out that you're not doing your job and are constantly pressuring a weak woman here, what will be the consequences?" Shen Mo was furious and spoke without hesitation about the secret that Murong Shi couldn't tell.
"If the proposal is successful today, and you behave well, wouldn't all important matters be a piece of cake and easy to handle?" Murong Shi said, extending his hand.
"I don't have that much magic." Shen Mo was startled and took several steps back, her face flushed pink, which gave her a rather unusual look. Murong Shi crossed his arms and tilted his head to examine her from a distance. "Actually, if I could keep pressuring you like this every day, I wouldn't care about doing anything productive."
With a smirk, she added as Shen Mo walked away, "This magic is quite potent."
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Conspiracy Theories
"Young Master?" Back in Yonghe Lane, where only she and Rong Yue were present, the light in Rong Yue's room was still on. Chen Mo hesitated for a long time before turning it on.
He brought a basin of water and knocked on the door. Rong Yue was not used to being served by others. If it weren't for him, he would definitely take care of everything himself.
Rong Yue sat under the lamp reading for a long time. Apart from the crackling of the oil lamp, the room was completely quiet; there wasn't even the sound of turning pages.
have.
As usual, Shen Mo wrung out the towel. He took it, washed her feet, and handed it back to her. He placed the foot-washing water beside his feet, lifted his foot, and then watched her squat down...
...
His foot slipped silently past her hand and landed in the basin, while Shen Mo was pressed down onto a stool. Rong Yue had used too much force, and his foot landed in the basin...
He scattered the water, which fell onto the edge of the basin and then onto the ground, one drop... two drops... wetting a patch.
"Young Master."
Rong Yue quickly finished washing up, walked to the bedside, and then looked at her properly. "Come here and help me change my clothes." His words were unexpectedly gentle.
He had never let her help him change his clothes before! Shen Mo took a few steps closer, paused, and hesitantly extended her delicate hands. They were not as good as the hands of a noble lady.
Her skin was delicate, yet small, soft, and familiar. Rong Yue took her hand and pulled her into his arms; there was warmth too.
"What are you doing!" Shen Mo yanked away Rong Yue's hand that was reaching for her belt. The shock from the Fifth Prince Murong Song still lingered in her body.
Rong Yue's sudden intimacy erupted.
Rong Yue, however, was unaware of her ordeal. He only knew that Shen Mo pushed him away when they were so close they could almost breathe. Hidden in her heart...
Pride and the emotions from the banquet flared up like a volcano. When he forcefully pulled Shen Mo over with his large hand, his eyes had already lost their clarity.
"Young Master!" Her vision blurred, and the figure before her gradually overlapped with the filthy Murong Song. Large tears streamed down her face.
Never before had Rong Yue felt such longing for Murong Shi in front of her, her cold hands had never given her this fear.
He blinked hard, letting the last tear fall. Shen Mo took his hand and led it to her belt, "The throne or me, you choose either."
"I wouldn't mind at all." With Murong Shi's request for marriage tonight, Shen Mo's position has become extremely delicate. If Rong Yue takes her, he will have to bear the responsibility of seizing her...
Brothers and women, boundless infamy, the throne is far from him, but he is close to Murong Shi.
What she meant was, if you want the throne but not her, she doesn't mind. If you want her but not the throne, she doesn't even dare to dream of it.
"Are you scared?" The cloudiness in Rong Yue's eyes finally cleared a bit. He gently wiped away her tears but didn't want to show weakness. "I thought you were a..."
"You who shed tears, I want to know what happened during my time on the front lines that allowed me to see your tears in my lifetime."
Even with such a multiple-choice question, Rong Yue was able to answer flawlessly and with perfect composure.
I remember reading in a youth-oriented book from my past life: If two people have too similar personalities, they'll ultimately not be compatible. Incompatible…incompatible.
.
These four words echoed in Shen Mo's heart. He remained motionless, letting Rong Yue hold him, unwilling to speak. Rong Yue wanted this world; this was something Shen Mo had wanted for many years.
It's a fact that's already known. No woman dislikes gentle words and sweet talk, and Shen Mo knew in her heart that she was no exception.
"Promise me, if one day you want to leave, please... be sure to tell me in advance." After a long silence, Rong Yue, for the first time today...
I couldn't contain my emotions several times.
"If one day you no longer want this world..."
"That's impossible!"
"In that case, I cannot agree to your request."
"you!"
Whoosh! A gust of wind swept in from outside the window, interrupting their argument. It was followed by a furious, defiant roar: "You lecherous scoundrel, let me go!"
beauty! "
But such a simple move couldn't possibly harm Rong Yue. He swung his hand back and shoved the attacker's knife hilt, then slammed his knee into the man's elbow. "Ah!" came the scream.
The sound was so loud that it landed on the ground.
"Murong Song!" One problem after another arose. Rong Yue was in a bad mood and grabbed Murong Song's wrist tightly, refusing to let go despite his pain.
"Is Fifth Brother trying to kill his brother?" He completely forgot that Murong Song was still in the legendary state of illness and weakness.
"Beauty!" Murong Song, who had been captured and had his head down, suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at Shen Mo, who was slightly hiding behind Rong Yue.
His eyes became increasingly focused, and the blood vessels in his eyes grew more and more numerous... more and more! "Hiss..."
Rong Yue quickly released his grip on his hand, pulled Shen Mo back a few steps, and avoided the large mouthful of blood that Murong Song suddenly spat out.
The two exchanged a glance, their eyes wide with shock. Murong Song, however, collapsed unconscious in the pool of blood he had just vomited.
Under Rong Yue's sharp gaze, Shen Mo began to recall the events of when Murong Song had abducted her. With each sentence she spoke, Rong Yue's brows furrowed deeper.
When he mentioned being rescued by Murong Shi, his brows furrowed completely. Rong Yue jumped to his feet, "We fell for their trap!"
"You mean he framed you for Murong Song's death..."
"No, it was he who led Murong Song to you from the very beginning."
Boom! Shen Mo's eyes widened, as if struck by lightning on a clear day. Those hands that she once felt safe with were actually used to press her down...
Did it only become cold when it entered the wolf's den?
Unconsciously, Rong Yue checked on Murong Song and found that he was still alive; unconsciously, he sent him to the Imperial Hospital to clear his name of the false accusation.
Looking up, I saw that the sky was already bright; one must be cautious in judging people.
Smash! A dragon-horn cup was smashed to the ground. The Emperor's face turned ashen, and he glared at the weeping Consort Gong beside him, clearly displeased. "The emperor of the nation..."
"Your Highness, what kind of decorum is this, weeping like this in front of your humble servant!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Quan, the imperial physician kneeling below, and a group of other imperial physicians trembled three times.
"Why are you all trembling? What do you mean the Fifth Prince is perfectly healthy? How could someone who is healthy show these signs of poisoning?" Although the Fifth Prince is frail...
The incompetent Emperor Murong Yi, who also had few heirs, was furious today.
"Yes, yes! Your Majesty, grant me one day. I will definitely find out the cause of the Fifth Prince's illness. I will do everything in my power, even at the cost of my life. Your Majesty, please spare my life!"
"Spare me!" Zhao Quan had no idea where his head would be hanging next.
"That would be best!" Murong Yi waved his dragon robe and entered the hall, leaving a group of old imperial physicians to immediately start chattering and discussing.
However, Murong Song couldn't hold on for even a day. At dawn that day, a white cloth was already covering his face with by the imperial physician. Consort Gong was helped in, trembling.
She glared fiercely at Rong Yue, who was kneeling beside her, but upon seeing her son who wasn't breathing, her expression immediately changed, and she fainted. The people below then rushed to help.
Feet in disarray.
At this moment, Rong Yue's expression was no better than Consort Gong's, gloomy and devoid of any emotion. This prince, who had just been recognized as part of the imperial family, was now enduring the threat of murder.
Suspected of usurping power by his brother. The emperor merely gave him a deep look before leaving, neither expressing belief in his innocence nor imposing any punishment, but there was no doubt that he was viewed negatively by the emperor.
The elephant has been weakened by more than half.
“Lord Zhao, I have examined the Fifth Prince’s vomit and found nothing unusual.”
"Moreover, his pulse showed that all parts of his body were intact, except for some congenital heart failure and weakness, everything was normal."
"After a thorough examination, no external injuries were found, and there were no signs of victimization."
At this moment, the Imperial Medical Academy staff were gathered outside the hall, working through the night to determine the cause of death. The prince's death was shrouded in mystery, and their heads were likely to be chopped off.
It's unclear.
"I've heard that the two drugs themselves are harmless, but they might interact negatively when combined in the body?" Rong Yue suddenly appeared behind them and interjected.
He paused for a moment, then rubbed his forehead and waved to them, saying, "I was a little worried that my fifth brother fell ill in my Yonghe Hall. You don't need to worry about him."
Let's have a discussion.
"Hiss..." Zhao Quan pondered for a moment, then quickly kowtowed to Rong Yue, "His Highness's advice is not without reason. We will go and investigate thoroughly."
Under the vast, dark sky, deep within the flowerbeds of Yonghe Palace, a tall, imposing man stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly gazing into the distance, yet also appearing oblivious to everything around him. A moment later, a sound...
A strong gust of wind swept by, and one person landed, immediately bowing and kowtowing, saying, "Master."
"Are you sure it's because the snow lotus and the medicine are incompatible?" Rong Yue asked the man with his back turned.
"I have previously explored the taste of rare treasures, such as the Snow Lotus, and I would never mistake it for something else."
"That Murong Shi is truly ruthless! He's trying to kill three birds with one stone!" Rong Yue sighed for a long time, then turned around. "Long Lin, thank you for your hard work."
"Your servants are willing to sacrifice their lives for your master."