What's going on? Consort Li also miscarried? What does that have to do with the Princess? If Consort Li really did miscarry, would she still let the person who harmed her live a good life?
While Luo Zhiheng was still thinking, Consort Li spoke up with a gloomy face: "You can leave now, but remember, the Prince's mansion is not like an ordinary family, and the affairs of the Prince's mansion are not to be gossiped about. You must keep this matter to yourselves and not tell anyone, otherwise you will make our Prince lose face, and then his life will be over."
This was no longer a blatant threat, yet at this moment, Consort Li's words were seen as a defense of the Prince's residence, making her both reasonable and justifiable, leaving people speechless.
The official from the capital led his entourage in agreeing and leaving, their eagerness suggesting they were being chased by a ghost.
"What else do you want now? She is Consort Li. Are you going to write a letter to the Prince? Then give me the letters you have written, and I will deliver them to the Prince for you." Consort Li turned around and said with a sinister smile.
Even if everyone knows the truth, so what? As long as it's not spoken aloud, there's still room for maneuver. And she remains the highest authority in the Prince's mansion. Anyone who dares to rebel, she wouldn't hesitate to suppress them directly. Even better, this will serve as a warning and a deterrent to these lowly people, letting them see who dares to offend her again!
Especially that Luo Zhiheng! I don't believe she'll dare to oppose her after this incident.
It could be said that Consort Li had been secretly plotting something bad, but with this matter coming to light, her attitude has changed dramatically, and she has begun to openly suppress him.
Consort Li's anger had reached a boiling point, and she had decided to take a bold step. She hadn't had the opportunity before, but now she had the chance, the people, and the reason to do it, so she wouldn't hesitate any longer. She had to eliminate all potential threats before the Prince returned.
So, the first person she will sacrifice is your son and husband, Mu Yunhe!
Only with Mu Yunhe dead will all problems be solved. A princess without a son cannot survive, and Luo Zhiheng without a husband will not survive either. Since you dared to provoke her, be prepared to pay a terrible price!
Luo Zhiheng suddenly felt a murderous intent flash across her cheek. Her sharp gaze turned, but she only caught a glimpse of Consort Li's profile as she turned away. Alarmed, Luo Zhiheng knew that this corpse had thoroughly offended Consort Li, but she didn't regret it, because she had also obtained evidence and leverage to bring down Consort Li.
She believed that if she told the Prince everything, he would understand. Since only the Prince could keep Consort Li in check, she would use him. However, it wasn't possible yet. As Consort Li had said, once these matters were written down and given to the Prince, the letter would surely fall into Consort Li's hands before reaching him, and she feared that Consort Li would then launch a fierce revenge.
She can't risk her life, so this matter has to wait.
"Why should we write to the Prince? Isn't it always Consort Li who makes the decisions in the Prince's mansion? Isn't the right to write letters home to the Prince yours? Consort Li, you can handle things at home. Now that things are cleared up here, we'll leave it to us. Consort Li, you should bury Consort Li properly, so that we can give the Prince an explanation when we return." Luo Zhiheng spoke eloquently, completely different from before, as if the person who had been so confrontational just moments before was not her at all.
Consort Li's lips twitched, then she sneered, looking at Luo Zhiheng with disdain. "Scared? But it's too late now. You've already offended me, and I won't let you off without making you pay a bloody price."
Luo Zhiheng looked calmly at Consort Li, then smiled and helped the somewhat exhausted princess away. This incident involving a corpse had uncovered a murder case, bringing Luo Zhiheng some danger but also endless benefits.
Consort Li watched their departing figures with resentment, then glanced at the ugly corpse, her eyes filled with malice: "You scoundrels! Even in death you're causing me trouble! But what good is your beauty while you're alive? Once you're dead, you're just a pile of rotten flesh waiting to be buried."
"Throw her out! A mere prostitute, unworthy of a proper burial from the Prince's mansion!" Consort Li was furious, abandoning all pretense of dignity. She knew perfectly well that what she was about to do was far more terrible, so there was nothing to fear.
Back in the courtyard, Luo Zhiheng didn't even glance at Mu Yunhe. She hurriedly found a pen and ink and began to write furiously. She wanted to record the events of the day in detail, especially the details of Li Ji's tragic death. It was estimated that the prince couldn't know about it now, but it was a life-saving talisman that had to be preserved.
Behind her, Mu Yunhe saw her momentarily stunned, her tired and worried face gradually blazing with rage after being ignored and treated coldly by her…
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093 Forced to compromise!
Updated: 2013-06-09 16:31:50 Word Count: 3424
Mu Yunhe was filled with rage. He couldn't sleep at night, tossing and turning with nightmares, all because of the woman in front of him who completely ignored him.
He wouldn't admit that he worried about her all night after she left, nor would he tell her that he was anxious all night after finding out she was missing, and he certainly wouldn't let her know that he hadn't had a drop of water because he was worried about her.
But even if he doesn't say anything, can't this woman see for herself? Just one look at him, and she'd know how haggard he looks. Didn't Xiao Xizi say he looked terrifying? Pale-faced, bloodshot eyes—clearly he hasn't had enough rest. If this damned woman had even a shred of kindness, she should have humbled herself and come to talk to him after seeing him, instead of just ignoring him like this!
That damned woman, she's shameless and still tried to defile him. He was just resisting, and she dared to give him the cold shoulder and leave? She actually left when he told her to? When did she become so obedient? Why was she so obedient when he asked her to hand over all her gold and jewels?
Mu Yunhe had never felt so angry before. It was unfamiliar and intense, accompanied by the anxiety and worry he had accumulated from a sleepless night. At this moment, after feeling Luo Zhiheng's indifference, Mu Yunhe exploded.
"Where the hell have you been!" His voice was chilling, his gaze particularly sinister, and his voice, filled with gritted teeth, was weak and unsteady.
Luo Zhiheng was writing furiously, she had no time to pay attention to him, she had to finish writing quickly and hide it before anyone else noticed her writing!
Seeing that she was still ignoring him even after he had spoken, Mu Yunhe felt a surge of anger rising to his head. He coldly rebuked her, "Luo Zhiheng, I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?! Answer me!"
Luo Zhiheng continued to ignore Mu Yunhe, deciding that Mu Yunhe was simply acting crazy.
However, Mu Yunhe coughed violently because he was speaking so forcefully. The cough sounded as if he was about to cough up his lungs, and Luo Zhiheng had no choice but to put down her pen and walk towards him.
She handed him a glass of water, then feigned indifference, ignoring him completely. She displayed an awkwardness that suggested she cared for him but didn't want to acknowledge him, her cool face carrying a hint of sorrow and grievance.
To deal with this man, you can't give him a friendly look. Yesterday, she schemed to force Mu Yunhe to kick her out. Today, she has to have a reason for returning, otherwise she will definitely lose face in front of Mu Yunhe. She can't control what Mu Yunhe does, but for the sake of their cooperation, Luo Zhiheng has to return to this room, but she also needs Mu Yunhe to give her a way out.
Mu Yunhe suppressed his cough and looked up at her with heavy breathing. He wanted to yell at her and demand that she feed him water, but the words caught in his throat. Luo Zhiheng's indifferent appearance and the aggrieved look on her face gave him an indescribable feeling. He didn't understand what it was, but he felt embarrassed and agitated.
His hands trembled slightly, but he really needed water. As he reached out and grasped the teacup, the tremor caused it to shake, spilling the freshly brewed hot tea onto his pale skin, causing a stinging sensation. Mu Yunhe frowned, his eyes filled with deep self-loathing. How utterly useless! He couldn't even hold a teacup properly?
However, just as he was feeling self-loathing, a soft little hand suddenly grabbed his injured and painful spot, and Luo Zhiheng's panicked voice rang out: "How could you be so careless? Does it hurt?"
As she spoke, she sat down beside Mu Yunhe's bed, her face showing obvious worry and anxiety. She used her sleeve to wipe away the water stains from Mu Yunhe's wounds while gently scolding him. Then, as Mu Yunhe stared in disbelief, a soft, warm breeze wafted from her slightly pouting red lips, like a willow branch skimming across a lake. The tantalizing itch and tenderness exploded in Mu Yunhe's heart!
What is she doing?!
Mu Yunhe couldn't utter a word. Ying Ruo was lying on his side on the bed, one hand supporting him on the bed surface, the other hand held by Luo Zhiheng who was gently blowing on it. The scene looked incredibly strange. When...did they become so intimate?
Mu Yunhe knew exactly what Luo Zhiheng was doing. When he was a child and in pain, his mother would gently blow on his cheeks and palms like this, saying that blowing on them would make the pain go away. But even after his mother blew on them, he would still feel pain all over his body. Although Mu Yunhe was still young at that time, he didn't cry out in pain because he didn't know that his mother was lying to him. He just didn't want his mother to know that he was still in pain and that it would make her sad.
As Mu Yunhe grew up, he realized that it was just a way for adults to comfort children. No one had done anything so childish to him in all these years.
She should have pushed Luo Zhiheng away, she should have laughed at her childishness and ridiculousness. But for some reason, she just couldn't move. It was as if her body didn't belong to her anymore. Stiffly feeling the gentle breeze that landed on her palm, it seemed... the pain really didn't go away.
He wanted to tell them to get out of his way and not touch him, but at that moment, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Luo Zhiheng blew on it for a while, then finally looked up, seemingly oblivious to Mu Yunhe's blank stare. Her concern and worry, undisguised and visible to Mu Yunhe, were evident in her eyes: "Does it still hurt? Will blowing on it make it feel better?"
How shameful! Does this damn woman treat him like a child?
Whether out of anger or embarrassment, Mu Yunhe withdrew his hand in annoyance and said coldly, "Do you think I'm a woman? It's just a little pain, how much could it hurt?"
He has endured even greater pain, so why would he care about such a little pain?
Luo Zhiheng was stunned, then her face changed. As if by reflex, she jumped up from the bed and backed away, standing hesitantly a distance from the bed and Mu Yunhe. Her hands were unconsciously intertwined, her head slightly lowered, and she stammered, "I...I didn't mean to get close to you, nor did I mean to sit on your bed. I...I'll leave right away." Yunhe was the reason.
She was like a frightened little rabbit, while Mu Yunhe was like a raging beast. She was timid, as if afraid of angering the beast in front of her. She turned around hastily and almost fell because she stepped on her skirt. She stood up awkwardly by holding onto the table and walked out.
Mu Yunhe frowned, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes. Without thinking, he blurted out, "Where are you going this time?"
Luo Zhiheng stopped, and said softly and slightly aggrievedly, "I just... I just want to get out! Don't you not want to see me, don't want me in this room? I'll leave right now, okay?"
Mu Yunhe's temples throbbed with each word, almost bursting. What was this woman doing? Was she up to something again? Feigning weakness? Who was that audacious woman last night? She straddled a man and flirted with him; if he hadn't fought back fiercely, he might already be dead. What's worse, this woman went out for a night of freedom, and then came back acting all wronged. How could there be such a two-faced woman?
Mu Yunhe remained silent for a long time, truly astonished by Luo Zhiheng's ever-changing personality and demeanor. He had to think carefully before speaking to her, otherwise he could easily be tricked by this cunning and unpredictable woman.
"Stay in this room." After a long while, Mu Yunhe said weakly, but his sharp gaze was still fixed on Luo Zhiheng, as if he could see right through her.
Luo Zhiheng sniffled, as if she were crying. Her voice was already trembling with sobs: "What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid I'll get lonely and climb into your bed in the middle of the night again? You don't need to pity me. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you. Even if I sleep outside, I won't bother you anymore."
She spoke with such sadness, as if she had endless grievances to bear alone. After she finished speaking, she continued walking out.
He couldn't care less what this woman was up to this time. In any case, Luo Zhiheng's attitude was making Mu Yunhe a little confused. He impatiently scolded, "I told you to stay here. Don't my words count?"
To everyone's surprise, Luo Zhiheng suddenly exploded. She turned around abruptly, her eyes bloodshot, startling Mu Yunhe. Her angry, tearful scream was filled with rage: "How can you be such a scumbag? I'm a person, don't I have any right to decide my own affairs? I just wanted to sleep more comfortably, and you scorned me and accused me of having ulterior motives. You told me to get out, and I did! Now I'm leaving again, and you're making me stay here. What do you want from me? Is it fun to toy with me? Do you feel accomplished seeing me so terrified? I... I hate you! Waaaaah..."
After yelling, she covered her face with her hands, squatted down on the ground, and curled up into a small ball. Her voice was soft and delicate, clearly she was crying...
But beneath her hands, a forced smile played on her lips. Good heavens! Had she just imagined it? Was Mu Yunhe blushing? His speechless expression was hilarious. Mu Yunhe, this was nothing! Later, this old lady would slowly and meticulously torture you until you were wishing for death, until you submitted to my tyrannical power!
Mu Yunhe was completely dumbfounded. This woman's ability to turn the tables was simply masterful, and her shamelessness was astounding. He was the one who almost suffered a loss, yet she was acting like a virtuous and chaste woman.
Mu Yunhe's face twisted in pain. It was a terrible thing for a grown man like him to have made a woman cry, wasn't it? But he couldn't bring himself to comfort Luo Zhiheng, especially since this woman was cunning and might be up to something. Maybe she'd stop crying after a while and, seeing no one paying attention to her, she'd be fine?
But Mu Yunhe was wrong. Luo Zhiheng not only didn't get better, but she was also showing signs of turning from crying to wailing. Someone was already knocking on the door to inquire. Mu Yunhe's face was almost distorted with anger. He couldn't bear it any longer and said in a low voice, "Enough! Stop crying, stay in the room..." He paused, gritted his teeth, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "At worst, I'll let you sleep in the bed tonight!"
The crying stopped abruptly!
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094 Shocking Discovery! Conspiracy!
Updated: 2013-06-10 11:47:11 Word Count: 7697
Mu Yunhe frowned as he looked at Luo Zhiheng, who had suddenly stopped crying but had been writing furiously. Her figure looked lonely in the dim room. Although he didn't want to admit it, Mu Yunhe knew that he was extremely nervous and quite unwilling when he told her to go to bed.
He simply couldn't bear to share a bed with someone, especially a lustful woman who could turn into a tigress at any moment. But it was also the first time he'd ever seen a woman cry, and for no apparent reason, the moment she started crying, he felt uncomfortable all over, as if his heart, liver, and lungs were all tangled together, a kind of clingy, aching pain.
Strangely, after hearing his words, the woman stopped crying, but she neither answered him nor happily agreed. Whatever the reason, Mu Yunhe felt a sense of relief.
What followed was a deathly silence. Neither of them spoke. Mu Yunhe stared at her back with wide eyes, while Luo Zhiheng kept writing. He wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
Time passed slowly, and she finally finished writing. She carefully blew the ink dry, then folded it up and put it in her small box, locking it away before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
"Please wait a moment, Divine Physician. I'll go inform the young prince." Xiao Xizi's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Luo Zhiheng and Mu Yunhe exchanged a glance. Luo Zhiheng quickly went to the bedside, helped Mu Yunhe lie down, and took the teacup away. In that short time, the divine doctor's impatient and arrogant voice rang out: "This divine doctor is here to take the young prince's pulse, not to beg for an audience. There are plenty of people begging this divine doctor to treat their illnesses, but I've never seen anyone so pretentious. Move aside, this divine doctor doesn't have time to waste with you."
Luo Zhiheng frowned as she looked at Mu Yunhe, her eyes filled with disgust. This imposter was far too arrogant, his disdain for everyone was outrageous. Could the person behind him really be the emperor? Otherwise, how could an imposter dare to act so presumptuously in the Prince's residence?
Mu Yunhe's face was completely expressionless, revealing no emotion whatsoever. Only his cold, sharp phoenix eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of cold light.
With a bang, the door was rudely flung open.
Luo Zhiheng's expression instantly turned to surprise and delight. She looked up at the divine physician and said, "Divine Physician Liang, you've arrived! That's wonderful! Please take a look at the young prince quickly. He just said he wasn't feeling well."
Doctor Liang snorted coldly and walked toward Mu Yunhe with his nose in the air, completely ignoring Luo Zhiheng.
"Stretch out your hand," Doctor Liang said arrogantly.
Mu Yunhe remained motionless, his gaze towards Doctor Liang icy. Doctor Liang, seeing that Mu Yunhe dared not cooperate and even give him attitude, was about to erupt in anger. Luo Zhiheng's voice punctuated the moment: "Doctor Liang, please don't be angry. The young prince is truly weak; I'll help him."
Upon hearing Luo Zhiheng's words, it was clear that Mu Yunhe's health was deteriorating. A glint of anticipation flashed in Physician Liang's eyes, but his face betrayed his anger. Pointing at Luo Zhiheng, he roared, "What do you mean? I've been treating the young prince, and he's only getting better. How can his health be worse than before? Are you slandering my medical skills? I was invited by the Emperor! To doubt me is to doubt the Emperor! Should I immediately report to the Emperor and impeach you for disrespecting His Majesty?"
Luo Zhiheng seemed stunned, her face turning pale. She was clenching Mu Yunhe's hand tightly, and she couldn't help but want to rush up and beat up that hypocritical imposter. However, Luo Zhiheng subtly suppressed Mu Yunhe and comforted him.
Mu Yunhe quickly glanced at Luo Zhiheng, wondering why the usually arrogant and smug Luo Zhiheng could tolerate this humiliation today. But knowing that she was always cunning, he could bear with it and see what she was up to.
Luo Zhiheng looked terrified and said, "It's my fault. I didn't mean it that way. It's just that recently, the young prince has been feeling very weak, even though he doesn't feel pain as often. His strength is decreasing day by day. I'm so worried. I know the divine doctor's medicine must be effective and has really relieved the young prince's pain, but why is he getting weaker and weaker every day?"