"Ah, you're just asking questions, why did you have to resort to violence? You're trying to murder your husband!"
Huangfu Mi's face fell, clearly in great pain, but Meng Wan raised her hand and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll make you hurt even more!"
Huangfu Mi was so frightened that he begged for mercy repeatedly, not because he couldn't beat her, but because he couldn't bear to fight her. At this moment, he could only curse the most vicious woman in his heart while sighing, "Don't worry, such important things, I naturally had them sent to where they belong."
Where to go? "Where?"
Meng Wan is clever in some ways, but sometimes she's so stupid it's infuriating.
He reached out and lightly tapped her forehead, saying, "Silly! What were those grains originally used for?"
What is it for...? Naturally, it's "for disaster victims?"
"Hmm." He nodded with a smile, his handsome eyebrows and eyes raised high, his expression hard to describe.
Meng Wan's heart finally settled down.
I was really worried that the grain supplies might have disappeared. If my father sent them to help in an emergency, they probably wouldn't be able to help many people. Now that the grain supplies are still here, that's for the best.
"But, is this your plan? Why didn't you tell me yesterday? I've been worrying all night."
Meng Wan's words were irritating, her tone clearly carrying a hint of reproach.
Huangfu Mi couldn't help but smile. "Why tell you? I've already said I'll take care of these things. You just need to focus on recuperating."
As soon as he finished speaking, his brow suddenly lifted, and his dark eyes instantly sharpened as he looked out into the courtyard. His gaze was deep and intense, making Meng Wan's heart tremble. Following his gaze, she saw nothing unusual and couldn't help but frown, asking, "What are you looking at?"
"It's nothing." Huangfu Mi shook his head, then looked away, gently tapped her forehead, and said, "Alright, it's getting late, you should go back now. Don't worry about those things anymore, I'm here for you."
He said it casually, with the air of a grown man. Meng Wan looked at him, not knowing what to feel. Suddenly, she remembered a line she had read in a book: If you want to kill someone, I will help you destroy the evidence; if you want to set a fire, I will help you light the fire and pour oil on it.
She had only intended to glance at it and not think about it, never quite understanding the feelings of the person who said those words. But now, she seemed to understand.
Heaven was kind to her after all. In this life, it gave her such a person who protected her in every way. He did everything she wanted.
As she thought this, completely immersed in joy, she didn't see a figure outside the courtyard, his hands clenched tightly, his eyes blazing with anger!
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When Meng Wan returned home, her heart was filled with joy. It seemed that happiness had come too suddenly, or it seemed that it had been destined from the beginning.
Even though she had been hurt beyond repair and even paid the price with her life, she could not deny that in this life, she had still fallen for Huangfu Mi and developed feelings for him.
She also knew that Huangfu Mi and Huangfu Qian were different. His kindness to her was genuine, and she was confident of that. Even though she didn't know exactly why he had fallen for her, her kindness to her from the beginning was not feigned.
So happy, he really didn't pay any more attention to Huangfu Qian's matter, because Huangfu Mi had said that he would leave that matter to him.
Unexpectedly, rumors began to circulate, drawing him into the fray.
Some say that Prince Heng has a tough fate, which will bring misfortune to his mother and father. Others say that his destiny is only suitable for living in the deep mountains, and that if he were raised in the palace, it would be detrimental to the Lanling Dynasty.
Such rumors started as casual conversation among a few fortune tellers on the streets, but somehow, within just a few days, they spread like wildfire throughout the entire capital.
Everyone was talking about how Prince Heng had brought disaster to the country, and some even blamed him for the recent snow disaster in Sichuan.
Rumors spread like wildfire, like a continuous, overwhelming snowfall.
At first, the emperor didn't care and just sent people to the streets to warn and stop them. But later, as more rumors spread, his belief began to waver.
It was indeed Consort Wen's death that saved Huangfu Mi's life. After he returned to the palace, a snowstorm struck the Sichuan region, and later, relief grain was stolen.
These individual incidents, when considered together, are indeed quite unusual.
The emperor was a devout Buddhist, and seeing the situation worsening, he worried that if word got out, it would cause an even bigger uproar. So he specially sent people to invite two highly virtuous monks back, hoping to find a solution.
They inevitably had to perform rituals, saying that they had to do them for three days and three nights before they could ask Buddha for protection and guidance.
For a time, the vast palace was filled with the continuous chanting of "Namo Amitabha Buddha," and the altar for the Buddhist ceremony was set up in the North Fifth Palace.
How could Meng Wan not worry about such a big matter? She really couldn't understand why such rumors had suddenly appeared. She wanted to go to the palace to find out the truth, but the emperor had ordered that no one was allowed to enter or leave the palace during the three-day religious ceremony.
She tried to find Huangfu Mi, but she never saw him. All she received was a letter with the words "Take it easy" written on it, and nothing more.
Meng Wan knew he must have a plan, just like last time, but even so, she still couldn't help but worry.
With things escalating to this point, can he really manage to salvage the situation? And what will be the final outcome of this uproar?
One problem after another plagued her. After three days of hardship, the palace fell into a deathly silence, with no sound of movement. Her heart sank to the bottom.
Huangfu Mi, you absolutely must not get into trouble!
V28 The Scumbag's True Colors Revealed [Bonus Chapter with Red Envelope]
Meanwhile, after the ritual was completed, two monks brandished swords and spears, breathing fire, creating a scene of mystical grandeur. On the other side, as the fire gradually died down, four large, gilded characters flickered from the flames: "Better to Return Home."
A gasp rippled through the crowd as the flames gradually faded and the four large characters vanished without a trace. The emperor grabbed one of the monks, his hawk-like eyes blazing with fury: "Why not return? What does that mean?"
The man was clearly startled, but he forced himself to remain calm. After bowing his head and reciting "Amitabha," he said, "Your Majesty, the Buddha's intention is that Prince Heng should come to offer sacrifices to Heaven so that Heaven will bestow blessings upon Your Majesty and all the common people, and those disasters will be far away."
"What?" The emperor exclaimed in shock, "Use Mi'er as a sacrifice to the heavens? Are you joking with me?"
"This humble monk dares not presume; this humble monk is merely following the Buddha's instructions. I beg Your Majesty's understanding."
The emperor's face instantly turned grim. He turned to look at Huangfu Mi beside him, his eyes filled with sorrow.
He finally managed to bring his son back, only to be told that he had to use him as a sacrifice to save Lanling from disaster? Was fate playing a cruel joke on him?
His heart was pounding, and he stared intently at Huangfu Mi, unsure of what to do. Just then, the flame that had been extinguished suddenly reignited and quickly spread into a raging fire.